*awkward cough* Hello... Uhh... This is my first ever fanfiction I guess... And since it's my first, I decided to start off with a Hetalia AU. I decided to use one of my favourite ships PruCan (Prussia x Canada), since they could use a little more love xD. So, I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes or just... just basically this future trainwreck of a fanfiction... Yee~
NOTE; Everyone in this fanfiction is the same age (unless I say otherwise... Sorry if it's upsetting but it makes it easier for me to type xD). I also made Alfred and Matthew cousins instead of brothers, so Matthew could be his Canadian self!
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"GAHHHHHH MOTHER OF MAPLE, SHUT UP!"
The half-asleep Canadian yelled through his pillow, as he moved his hand around on his bedside table, in an attempt to slap the annoying digital alarm clock, which rudely disrupted his sleep. He sighed into the pillow, before sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He ran his hands through his shaggy blonde hair and reached back over to his bedside table, grabbing his glasses, and putting them on.He yawned before sleepily mumbling "...Mondays..." and getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.
Matthew Williams. A quiet and socially awkward 16-year-old highschool sophomore. Originally from Quebec, Canada, Matthew lives with his aunt and uncle, Claire and David Jones, along with his cousin, Alfred in Ohio, America. Unfortunately, this is due to unfortunate circumstances as his mother had passed away when he was six, and his father was never around. Luckily, his mother's sister was more than willing to take him in and raise him as she'd raised her own son Alfred.
As the now freshly washed teen left the bathroom, he could hear the radio playing old 90's songs downstairs, in the kitchen. He decided that this meant the rest of the household was probably downstairs. He scratched the back of his neck, before going back into his bedroom to get dressed. He opened his wardrobe and stared at its contents. He sighed before taking out his red 'CANADA' hoodie, a white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. He went to his underwear drawer and took out a pair of black socks and red boxers. As he was dressing, the room was silent... that was until he heard a slight rustling in the corner of his room. He looked over to the small, red-based hamster cage in the corner of his room and saw his white, fluffy hamster, Kumajirou looking right at him, as if to say 'feed me please...'
"Just give me a sec Kuma, I'll refill your bowl once I'm dressed."
His hamster Kumajirou had been a gift from his aunt for his 15th birthday (considering Alfred had received a small lizard for his). Since he'd received it, he treated exceptionally well, feeding it and letting him free-roam in his small, plastic ball around his room whenever he got the chance.
Matthew pulled his hoodie over his head and stalked over tho the cage. He picked up the bag of hamster feed from beside it and opened the hatch to the cage, taking a handful of the feed and putting it in his hamster's small bowl. He then locked up his cage (he'd left it open once... let's just say his family didn't appreciate a hamster hunt at 3am...) and pulled on his red converse next to his bedroom door. He made his way downstairs, still hearing the radio playing, and entered the kitchen, which was only occupied by his aunt who was reading her copy of 'The Help'.'Alfred must still be in bed... lazy bastard' He thought to himself. He didn't question the whereabouts of his uncle, as he knew the man had probably left for work. He walked over to the cereal cupboard and pulled out a box of Coco-Puffs and started to boil the kettle for his coffee.
"Ah, good morning Matthew" his aunt spoke, looking up from her book. Her blue eyes looked over to where he was standing and she gave him a small smile.
"Alfred's still in bed I think... Like him to get up a little later than you. I swear, he needs to stop playing those video games at bedtime..."
Matthew gave her a smile back, pouring the water into his mug, before stirring it into the coffee "G'morning, aunt Claire... Sleep well?"
She looked back down at her book and turned a page "Indeed I did, how about you Matthew?"
"Well, thanks... Kumajirou was monkey-baring across his cage for most of the night." Matthew stirred his coffee before taking the squeezy tub of maple syrup beside the kettle, and squeezing a good amount in. He added to milk to his cereal and brought his breakfast items over to the table. His aunt looked up from her book and at his coffee.
"I'll never understand why you have maple syrup with everything. You're near as bad as Alfred with ketchup on all of his food!"Matthew grinned at her "Well, for starters it's amazing, second of all, it's amazing and third of all; it's amazing." He looked down and began to dig into his breakfast.
A voice in the doorway made the two kitchen occupants jump "Do I have permission to ask what is so amazing?""Jesus, Alfred... You scared us... Matthew was just talking about his UNDYING love for maple syrup."
Though the two were only cousins, Matthew and Alfed both looked alike. They both wore the same type of small, square-rimmed glasses and a similar shade of blond hair, though Matthews was probably a little lighter. Their builds were both similar and they both had blue eyes. However, there were some differences physical differences between the two boys. While Matthew's eyes were more of a purple shade, Alfred's eyes were more of a light blue. Matthews hair was slightly longer than Alfred's and he had a long curl sticking out the top of it. Matthew was also a little shorter. The two were also extremely different personality wise. Whilst Alfred was loud and brash, Matthew was quiet and calm. Alfred preffered partying while Matthew would rather stay home and read. Alfred was extremely social (a social butterfly, if you will) and Matthew was just socially awkward. However, despite their differences, the two teens got on extremely well. They were more brothers than they were cousins.
Alfred walked over to the same place where the left out cereal box was put and made himself a bowl. He was wearing his usual brown, leather pilates jacket. He had on a white t-shirt and a pair of navy denim jeans. He wore his usual blue vans (which were near black from the lack of washing). He sat down at the table next to Matthew and began wolfing down his cereal in gigantic mouthfuls.
"Sacré bleu! Alfred, calm down! You'll end up dying due to choking.." Matthew said, slowly scooting away from his messy, American cousin.Alfred continued to eat as he spoke "Mnghhh... I'll br frne! Irf anryfing ru shrud hurry urp.. burs learves sroon."
Matthew looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. 'Oh shoot! Its nine! Bus arrives in te minutes!' Matthew downed the rest of his coffee and began mimicking Alfed, wolfing down the rest of his own cereal. Across the table, Claire watched them both carefully. 'Boys will be boys...' She thought to herself before looking down at her book.
About 3 minutes later, the two cereal bowls were empty and the boys were speed walking to the bus stop, making light conversation along the way.
"I'm telling you Mattie, it's completely hopeless! He won't even talk DECENTLY to me! I've tried so much, being nice, joining clubs he's intrested in, I EVEN TRIED LOVE POEMS! But that British jackass doesn't care! No matter how much I try, he hates me! I didn't even do anything to him, apart from show him my complete admiration! It's just-GAHHHHHH HE GETS ME SO FRUSTRATED BUT I STILL LIKE HIM NO MATTER WHAT!" Matthew was listening politely to his cousin's rant about his love life (or lack of). Back when they were freshmen, Alfred had met and became despereate to be-friend a blonde Brit named Arthur Kirkland. Unfortunately, Arthur found Alfred annoying and decided not to bother. Soon the need to be-friend became the need to be-boyfriend when Alfred had came out as gay and had developed a crush on Arthur.
Matthew shrugged "Well Alfie... Has it maybe occured to you that maybe Arthur doesn't want the attention? Maybe you should just leave him be, say a casual 'hi' once in a while, and he'll become intrested? I don't know.. I'm not good with this kinda stuff.."
"Maybe you have a point there cuz... I'll try!"
The conversation continued until they arrived just on time for their bus. They took their seats next to eachother and remained silent for the remainder of the journey. Well, Matthew did. Alfred sat up in his seat and had a conversation with the Japanese boy, Kiku who was sat behind him with his friend Yao. Matthew just stared out the window and looked at the scenerey as they drove through the town, occasionly stopping to pick up students.
He sighed and thought to himself 'For some reason.. I feel like today is going to be... eventful...'
GAHHHHHHHHH! I'M SORRY! IT'S TRASH! I KNOW! MY TEENAGE MIND CAN'T WRITE FANFICTION FOR SHIT! But, in the odd chance that you want more or enjoyed this... Get yourself checked xD No.. Jokes... I'll try to update as much as possible!
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