Who Am I? (Hetalia AU) - Chapter One
I've always been different, right from the start. People always say that everyone is and it shouldn't matter to the person, but I'm different though. My mum is always looking out for me, while my father is always teaching me from right and wrong. When I was two years of age, I was diagnosed with the worst case of ADHD there is known, also a learning difficulty that comes along with that. Some people ask me, "Who are you?!"
I'll always answer, unsure, "Matthew Bonnefoy."
Yes, indeed I'm Matthew, the freak of the whole entire neighbourhood, as my brother puts it. It was a wonder how he didn't get what I got, but that's beside the point. I'm the one whom papa didn't put into school until I was seven years old, in fear that I might start a tantrum or something. But in truth, I think he's afraid of something else, maybe the mystical Francis Bonnefoy could be afraid of me maybe.
My mum, however, is the only one who understands me most of the time. Alice, my lovely mother, is one of those people that does theory towards mental people, (me), and a doctor/surgeon. She's SUPER smart, not to mention helpful towards me. Although, she mainly talks to Alfred, but I think she loves me.
Hopefully.
Alfred, however, is a whole different story. He hates me, right from the moment when I was born. He's the one people are questioning in weather or not he has autism instead of me; he throws tantrums all over the place. I have no idea why he does though, I never understood the fact. However, despite all of this, he's always protecting me, that I prefer.
I get made fun of a lot, so because of this, I stay home a lot, mum or papa doesn't really mind, as long as I don't make a mess of the place. Alfred never does, he's one of the 'popular' kids in school, while I'm at the bottom of the chain. Not saying that I don't have friends, mind you, but we're all at the bottom of the charts. I think it's because of me, but they say it's because we're the 'odd' group in the place.
Yet again, I am odd.
Anyway, tomorrow is the start of a new year, which means that it's the start of grade nine, the dreaded year I most hate. My best friend, Lovino, says that he'll just get it done with so he can just get home and sleep his days through. Well, all I have to say to that, is I hope he's right about the flying through thing, because I'm not too sure anymore.
Right now, I'm on the couch watching Sherlock Holmes. I love this movie, also the books. They're so cool, in my world. In every normal person's world, it's just a movie with one of the coolest actors around. I wish I was like him, that way, I can actually be considered to be cool in that era of time.
Yet again, mum says that playing the violin and guitar in my case is talent. But that's not the point.
I want to be normal, I want to able to go up a random person in the world, tap their shoulder, and start a conversation with them. Unfortunately, I cannot do that for a couple of reasons, mainly with the 'disability', as I like to call it, that I have. The slightest sign of a conversation, I'll sheer away. Plus, I'm not too fond on physical contact either, especially hugs. The second someone touches me, even if it's the family at times, I'll hit them. I don't mean it though, it just happens. God, I want to be normal like Alfred so badly!
Oh, a good scene is on. It's when Sherlock thinks of what he's going to do and does it in slow motion. Huh, I wonder how people do that, everything in slow motion. I think I'll ask mum, she know everything anyway.
I found her reading on the front porch. I sigh, "M-mum?"
Stopping her reading, she smiles warmly at me, "Yes Matthew, dear? What is it?"
I sit on the floor, crossing my legs. I have this tendency to sit on the floor instead of a chair for some reason unknown to man, "I wanna know how people can do stuff in slow motion. Is it special effects or something?"
She chuckled, shaking her head, "You are an amusing boy, I'll give you that Matthew." She sat next to me, "I'm presuming you'd been watching Sherlock Holmes again?"
I nod, "Is this stupid to ask?"
"No! It's actually a decent question, love!"
Really, because I feel stupid for asking her, "Sorry for asking that though…"
I heard her gasp. She hugs me, very tightly, "Sweetie, it isn't stupid at all. You brother, on the other hand, asks so many stupid questions in his life! Like the other day, he asked me if I was from Britain."
I laugh, "I guess he is, but he means well. It just…just…" He's so mean to me.
I wonder if mum can read minds, "Matthew, honey, let's not dread on him, yes?" She ruffled my hair, "As for the answer to your question, they use special effects and some other things I was never been able to understand in my life…" She laughed.
"Thanks mum…" For some time, I just sat there, talking to her. She can open anyone up from the inside.
Pretty soon, Papa arrived home and greeted me in his over dramatic self he portraits, and asked me how was my day. That question is always the same; I get bullied by the kids in the area, run home and hide inside for two hours straight until they go away from me. I hate them so much; I want to kill them with the power of Thor! But I can't because he's a fictional character.
Dammit!
Oh no, Alfred's home, and he looks pissed more than ever at me. I run inside, his footsteps coming after me in his rage. I look back, he's getting closer! No, I don't want to die now! Not now! I don't know what I did, but he's not happy with me! I only made it to the Maple Tree we have at the back, before he tackled me to the ground, he is on the football team.
Man, he's punching me in the eye, despite the fact that I have glasses on. Alfred hissed, "Just die! I hate you!"
I'm crying, God I hate when that happens, "What did I do?!"
"You're existence!"
I was about to get punched in the face again, until I see a hand stopping the movement. It was papa, "ALFRED! ENOUGH!" He pulled him off me, "Get inside! NOW, MOVE IT!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him snarl at me before heading inside, papa right on his tail. Heh, the funny thing is, I was out right after that. All I could see was the colour black.
God, my head hurts so badly. I'm not too sure why though. I try to sit up, but something's on my head, something wet. Might be my soul soaked in a towel, eh? However, I opened my eyes, seeing the bedroom I sleep in. Oh, I did pass out.
I want papa, "Papa? I'm hungry…"
Someone chuckled, "Dinner will be in soon, Matthew. Just sit tight, yes?"
Oh, it's mum, "Really? Is Alfred okay? He seemed really annoyed for some reason…"
A sigh, rather an annoyed one at that, "Honey, I'm more worried about you than him. You've got to worry about yourself for once…"
"But I'm fine, just tired and hungry that's all…" Damn, I really want something to eat.
She smiled, "You think you can come down stairs to eat or do you want to stay up here?"
Okay, which path. I guess, "I'll come down stairs."
Okay, I know one thing. Alfred won't be talking to me tonight…