NOTICE

I DO NOT own hetalia or Tic Tacs…. Random thing to say but I don't

This is my first story so please tell me if I make a mistake or it needs improvement. I love to hear reviews and your ideas… I better stop talking and get to the story. ~walks off to get some Mc Donald's~

Chapter 1: Prologue

Hi, my name is Matthew Williams. I am a junior at North High school and I live with my brother, Alfred, and my Father, Arthur. This is how my brother and I got in this crazy mess.

"No! I'm not Alfred! I'm Matthew! His brother! I swear!" I scream, the two seniors come closer as my back touches the wall behind me.

"Right. We're not falling for that again." The two grin. They inch closer and closer. There so close I can smell there horrible breath. They really need a tic-tac, but there so wrapped up in football that I guess they don't have the decency to go buy a pack. They grab the collar of my shirt and lift me off the ground. They are taller than me by a few inches. "Don't worry. This will only hurt a lot!" Where do they get there pick-up lines? The freaking dollar store? They can at least get some tic-tacs while they're there. He pulls back his fist. Is this the end?

Wait, wait, wait. Sorry I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.

It was Monday morning. God, my most hated day of the week. I hear the screeching noise of my old alarm clock. I open one eye slowly as I adjust to the light filtering into my room through the blinds in the window. I look at the time. 6:30. the red numbers glowed on the screeching clock. I hit the clock. It doesn't stop. So I hit it again. Still doesn't stop. I hit it again and again till I fall out of bed. Then cursing softly on the ground, I get up, pick up the clock, and throw it out the window. CRASH.

"Matthew is up!" yells a familiar voice. To be honest, this isn't the first time I've thrown my alarm clock out the window.

"Alfred! Keep it down!" yells a heavily accented voice.

"Hey Artie? Why did Mattie throw the clock out of the window?" yells Alfred.

"How the bloody hell am I suppose to know?" yells Arthur.

"He wanted to see time fly!" Alfred has a fit of laughter.

I have to admit that was actually funny, but back to the point I have to get some pants on-

"Hiya Mattie!" yells Alfred as he burst through the door. I gasp and my face gets hot. "Nice boxers Mattie!" He laughs. I look down at my maple leaf boxers, gasp, and grab a pillow to hide the boxers.

"Haven't you heard of knocking? I thought Arthur taught you better!" I yell but turned out to be a loud whisper. I recently moved here because Arthur took me from my other father, Francis. They've been fighting for years over Alfred and me. It's a really a long story.

"Oh come on! Were brothers! Why are you so embarrassed? Oh, and come on breakfast is ready. It's your favorite, Pancakes and maple syrup! The real kind you like!"

My eyes grow wide. Real maple syrup. I grab some pants and put them on in the blink of an eye and race down to the kitchen.

"Now that's more like it!" yells Alfred as I race past him. I make it to the kitchen. The smell of pancakes overwhelms me. I see my new father cooking them on the skillet I always use to make pancakes.

"Well good morning, love. You sleep well? Asked Arthur.

"Yes, and you?" I ask and I walk over to him to look over his shoulder. The pancakes look golden but in some spots, black.

"Fine. Hey, uh, Alfred right?" he ask uncertain.

"No, it's Matthew." I reply

"Oh, yes, right. Matthew can you help me with this? They keep getting burnt." Pleads Arthur.

"Well for start, turn the heat down to 350 degrees, not 475. And let each side cook for exactly one minute and thirty seconds." I turn down the heat on the skillet and pour more batter on the skillet. A moment later I flip the pancakes. Then I take them off the skillet after the other side cooks the same amount of time." And perfectly golden pancakes."

"You still seem to amaze me every time you show me," says Arthur in a surprised tone.

"Maybe you should leave the cooking to Mattie," Alfred replies in a sarcastic way as he walks into the somewhat small kitchen. "I still have a burnt taste in my mouth from the horrible scones you made last week." Alfred shudders and sticks out his tongue.

"My scones aren't that bad, you bloody wanker!" yells Arthur.

"Yes they are!" Alfred yells back.

"Are Not!"

"Are too!"

They go on and on like this so I grab my pancakes and head over to the small table. I slather on a slice of butter and drench the stack of cakes with maple syrup. I slowly enjoy the sweet and sticky pancakes. I enjoy every bite. I look over at the microwave and see the time. 7:00. I jump up.

"Oh god! It's already seven! Al, were going to be late for the bus!" I race up stairs and grab my backpack and race back downstairs and out the door. Five seconds later, I race back into the house realizing I forgot to put a shirt on.

Oh god. Can this day get any worse?

"Love, don't worry. You've already missed the bus. I'll just drive you to school," offers Arthur.

Oh god, it actually can.

A/N: Hey How did you like the story? Please leave a review. I'll try to update as often as I can. So be patient. If you nag and bitch at me I will not update as often as promised. I'll do my part if you keep yours. Well by till next time. =D