Matthew Williams is a regular high school kid. He has good grades, friends, and a loving family. The only thing difference is the school. His school is Hetalia Academy High. Kids from around the world come here. His school is for the talented.

Beep…! Beep…! Beep! Matthew's alarm went off signaling him to wake up. Matthew groaned now wanting to get up yet but he knew he had to. Who else would wake up his obnoxious brother. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep in his eyes and yawning big enough for tears to prickle in his eyes. He was close to just laying back down on his warm bed, comfy and soft. No he couldn't. He got up and stretched his arms till the joints popped. Walking over to his dresser, he pulled out a black skinny and a white T-shirt with a Canadian maple leaf on the middle. He grabbed out his fur coat too keep himself warm during the winter days that were now in his town. Once dressed he made the trek to his brother's room like he did every morning. One of these days he's going to have to get up on his own his thoughts spoke as he opened the door slowly. He didn't want to be rude even though he did have to wake up his lazy butt of a brother. There on the bed was Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. No one really knew what his middle name was, not even Alfred but he always said it was heroic. One time he said his middle name was Freedom. Another time he said his middle name was Fighter; a fighter for those whom were to weak to. Though he didn't always fight for his little brother Matthew, if anything he got his brother into fights because of him. Of course it wasn't intentional but there wasn't many days where he wasn't harassed or bullied at school because of how much he looked like his brother. It sucked, but it was too early to think like this. No, he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder whom was snoring away, blanket around his body haphazardly.

"A-Al... it-s t-time to get up. C-Come on." He spoke softly. Matthew was born soft spoken and grew up soft spoken. The downside from this trait of his, no one listened or heard him. He spoke in a whisper almost while his brother was loud and boisterous. Well, they weren't full on brother's per se. Rather step brothers. They were adopted actually. Though it never deterred them to not grow up together and still call each other brothers. Even care and love each other as brothers. Both of their parents were already a couple when they made their way to the orphanage they resided in and said "We want those two." Papers signed and there they were now. Living together with their two dads. There of course was more to it, but it was still too early.

He shook harder at his shoulder, and huffed when that didn't even wake up the sleeping boy. His brows furrowed as he thought before smiling.

"I-If you don't get up Al, I-I'll eat all the pancakes." Alfred shot up, eyes squinted in a glare that was of course harmless. The blanket sliding down his body and into his lap as he looked at Matthew .

"Oh hell no."

Matthew giggled, smiling at his success at waking up his brother. They already wasted enough time as it is now. He shook his head and stood up straight, looking down at his brother whom was still glaring at him. His blonde hair was a nest as if spiders made his hair. It was actually kinda cute to Matthew. No incest intended.

"Now t-that you're up Al get r-ready."

Matthew walked out, hearing the displeased groan from his brother as he flopped back on his bed not wanting to go to school at all. He could be such a child at times. Though they still were kids themselves but they would soon be young adults. Not a few months soon, maybe half a year soon but that was still soon. He went into the bathroom staring at his nest of hair and went to work with the hair brush. His hair was a darker shade of blonde than Alfred's vibrant blonde hair. He also had a prominent 'curl' that he always left in front of his fair. He never bothered with the curl since.. well... it did things to him. His brother also did have a curl as well but it was more of a cow lick that stood at the top of his head rather than the front like Matthew's. There was a list to go on that separated Matthew to Alfred that people just seem oblivious too. Even at the orphanage Matthew would get in trouble because the care takers made mistakes that he was Alfred. He would never understand why. Matthew is also Canadian while Alfred a pure blood American. How can people not even notice that! Then again... Alfred did also stick an American flag on his forehead when he stuck the Canadian flag originally on his forehead when he tried to make it easy for people not to mistake him for Alfred. That day certainly was painful. He grimaced in the mirror when he was beat up by his 'friend'. He still forgave him of course.

Matthew planted a smile on his face, knowing that frowning and grimacing were just going to make the morning unpleasant. Turning off the lights to the bathroom he went down stairs to cook pancakes for breakfast. His favorite.

As he was busy cooking the pancakes he began to hum the song "Counting Stars by OneRepublic". The song had a catchy and out there tune that stuck in his mind. His hips moving to the groove in his mind, cooking the pancakes with more gusto and enthusiasm to it. Matthew's steps had more of bounce when he set the table, the stacks of pancakes wobbly from how many he made. He always did go over board but when he came home from school they were usually gone. Alfred helping with the amount of pancakes but always leaving enough for Dad and Dad. Matthew sworn Alfred flew down the stairs when he had smelt the freshly baked treats while he was getting ready. Still in his boxers but now wearing a T-shirt, he took a seat and placing a hefty amount of pancakes on his plate. Matthew looked at him amused as his brother drowned the food in syrup. Alfred looked at him as if he was being accused his comment being "What? I'm a growing boy," and stuffed his mouth. He certainly was nothing like Matthew. The two starting eating in silence till Alfred spoke up.

"You know we're going to have a new student right?"

Matthew shook his head fork in mouth but tilted his head questioning whom it was. Thankfully Alfred caught on what the look meant.

"Just some Russian guy. That's all I know."

"Mmm."

He got up placing his plate in the sink, he would wash it before he left but he needed his bag and glasses first. He couldn't go to school without them and he didn't want to be scolded at again for forgetting his stuff because he got up late and rushed out the door without a second that. The teachers were merciless when they found out about that. He couldn't tell if Alfred had something to do with it or because the teachers wanted their students on top and wouldn't do with slackers. He was going for both.

Once they were both ready to go they stood outside in the winter cold of the late November. He wanted to talk to his brother but he couldn't say anything, so he stood there in his own awkwardness. He also was dreading the factor of having to board the bus and sit alone and by surrounded by loud. He was one to sit by himself. Though luck was not on his side as all the seats were taken when he boarded but the bus, gliding slowly down the aisle, he noticed a lone person by himself and looking out the window. He had pale skin just like Matthew and a big broad body. Well it seemed as his body was covered by a tan trench coat and a thick lavender scarf. He had a prominent nose and beige coloured hair. He also wasn't someone he noticed either on the bus. Was he the new kid that his brother mentioned? Well... it was the only other place he could sit. He let out a deep breath and stood by the seat, nervous. His heart beat speeding up.

"E-Excuse me?"

He called out in his soft voice. The new male didn't look by. Dammit. It didn't help that the students on the bus was so loud. He tried again. Then a third. He had it and just sat down. He didn't want to bother the bus driver by stalling and trying to question a person whom couldn't hear. He took his bag from behind him and hugged it close to his body. The other male looked over at him his violet eyes staring.

"You do not ask to sit next to me. Quite rude."

His accent was thick, and well... Russian. Matthew hugged his bag tighter, a dark blush of embarrassment crossing his cheeks. He didn't mean to be rude!

"I-I'm s-sorry. I d-did ask about t-three times b-but you didn't hear me. I-I also didn't want t-to k-keep the bus d-driver waiting..."

His stuttering became worse from the embarrassment and nervousness on what the other would do. He looked over at him,dark blue meeting violet. Matthew could feel intimidation all around the person he was sitting next to. The silence between them also didn't help either.

"I shall let this time go da? Next time you speak up so I can hear you. I will recognize the kindness for the driver."

"T-Thank you."

The stranger smiled at him. A sweet smile. One that made Matthew smile back at the smile. He was scary but at least he was nice enough to give him this freebie.

"U-Uhm... Are you n-new?"

His voice was faint but it made it easier that they were both looking at each other. The only downfall being that the bigger of the two had to lean in closer to hear him. Not really a comfortable thing for Matthew.

"Da."

"Da?"

"Yes."

Okay. So he was new. He also learned a new language too. Da means yes. Noted if he ever talked to him again. They were sitting next to each other so it only made sense to ask for names right? Rude not to give an introduction at the least.

"I-I'm M-Matthew."

"Why do you stutter?"

Honestly. He didn't know. He grew up stuttering really. He's a shy person. It came with being shy and nervous as he is.

"I d-don't know. M-May I know your name?"

"Ivan."

"N-Nice to m-meet you Ivan."

"It is nice to meet Matthew too."

The smile never left Ivan's face as he turned away from Matthew and back to staring out the window. He could talk more he really could but he didn't really feel the need too. It was also irritating having to lean in to hear him over the loud kids. It would have been better if the bus was silent but that wouldn't happen. Not by a long shot. He was inwardly scowling at all the kids. If they were to be loud, he would prefer them loud by screaming in pain. The rest of the ride to school was in tense yet comfortable silence. Matthew did have the few thoughts on whether or not Ivan even remembered he was sitting next to him. He was glad for now that Ivan couldn't mistake him for his brother. He got off, breathing in the fresh crisp air of the outside. It was much more clean to his lungs than the packed bus he was in, completely forgetting about Ivan really. All he needed was just a seat. He didn't want to trouble the other student with his presence especially after the first sentence he even spoke to him. A threat on the first meeting. Great. Time for a new day. He shivered in his jacket and made his way up the stairs and into his first period class. Art. One of his favorite really. Art was something he grew to be good at in his own eyes. He couldn't do anything realistic but he was proud of his shading abilities and the way the body did bend and form. He sat at one of the tables in the far corner that housed 2 other students. The tables were big enough to sit 4 students or 5 if wanting to add a student at the edge. The students that sat by him were Tino and Berwald. Tino is a Finnish student while Berwald is Swedish. Matthew did try and talk to them from time to time and considered them friends maybe not proper friends but friends enough for him. Sure they still mistook him for his brother but whom didn't? He pulled out a sketch book, pencils, and erasers. He leaned his hand against his hand as he tapped the blank paper with a pencil, questioning what to draw. There was still 10 minutes left to actually hang around and do other things but when it came down to Matthew well, he didn't have anything to do other than sit in the classroom and wait till class actually started. He thought about the kid he saw on the bus and the vibe he had picked up. The violet eyes. The beige hair. His nose. He giggled at the thought of Ivan's nose. It was so big, and he just wanted to poke it but he knew better. Ivan would probably break his arm probably. He began to draw Ivan, not realistic but around there. He was so engrossed in the drawing that he didn't realize the teacher speaking to a student. Nor did he realize that the teacher had instructed him to sit next to Matthew. He didn't even realize the bell had rung and that the student next to him was watching as he had started drawing the nose and mouth of his drawing. He jumped when the voice spoke up when he started drawing the outline of the hair of Ivan.

"You are drawing me?"

A blush formed nicely on Matthew's face when he turned to look at the person he was drawing in his sketchbook. He placed an arm on the drawing, embarrassed that he had been caught drawing him.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I-I u-uh, when did y-you get here?"

He asked stuttering, his body feeling exceptionally warm from the embarrassment. Ivan had an amused smile on his face as he stared at the blonde whom was drawing him. In his opinion it was rather good. He had to keep himself from giggling when he worked so hard on his nose. Surely this one didn't know that it was rude to start a crush so early on when meeting someone. He wasn't interested anyways. For now at least.

"I had got here before bell had rung. Mrs. Simpson told me to sit next to you. Only when I did that you were drawing me. Are you already in love with me?"

He was teasing but at the same time curious. No one had really drawn him well... okay maybe one person but that was a scary thought to himself. Matthew closed the book and set it aside, brushing his glasses up his nose. Well, he had first period with the person whom he was drawing. Perfect. He was expecting to get hit but when he heard the last part he looked over at Ivan with wide eyes. Love him already?! No! Never! He wasn't gay. He didn't like guys. Then again he didn't really find any girls interesting to date. No body had appealed to him, not because he had high standards but because he just was never remembered to be interested but loving him? No.

"What!? No! I-I don't! I m-merely wanted to d-draw something and then y-you came to m-mind because you w-were new and uhm... yeah..."

He began to curl into himself, finding the explanation he had given sounded so wrong. Ivan had giggled at the explanation, given more ammunition to tease the poor boy. He was so embarrassed and so.. fearful? The kid had curled into himself.

"You draw everyone you meet?"

"N-No..."

He sounded more faint than usual that Ivan had to once again lean in, but this time he moved back slightly, his body shivering. He was uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable.

"So it is just me?"

"Y-Yes..."

Ivan placed a hand on top of Matthew's head, whom in response jumped and shook lightly. This was amusing by far. First day and he already had a toy to play with. Yay~.

"It is not bad drawing so I am not upset."

He said sweetly, ruffling the hair that Matthew had took such time to brush down and untangle in theo morning. He noticed the curl this time though. It was such a strange thing that was out of place on his head. He didn't notice it on the bus because he didn't bother to actually look but since he did now. Well... it was weird. It didn't look right at all. It gave the boy an innocent look really. His hair made him look feminine too. His voice was too soft. He wanted to frown at the looks Matthew had. It wasn't proper on a boy. It was wrong. Was he gay or something? Ivan didn't really choose to have preference himself over which gender he liked but still, look your gender. He grabbed the curl, tugging it slightly, frown tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"A-ah...mmn~"

Matthew flushed when Ivan had tugged his curl, a new wave of warmth coming over him. Oh dear god. He just had to be curious about the curl. He swatted at the hand, leaning away a bit more on the bench that they both sat on. He turned his head away, ready to cry. Why dammit. Ivan himself was surprised at the reaction that he was made when he merely tugged on the curl. What kind of curl did that? That was a moan right? His ears didn't deceive him. He certainly moaned at the tugging. He moved his hand away and placed it on Matthew's chin but stopped when the teacher spoke up. He would leave the boy alone for now. He'll ask questions later. Matthew on the other hand was growing slightly hard in class. Well, he wasn't angry at Ivan, he didn't know but he just wished that he had asked first rather than act. It wasn't really the best thing to even act upon when it came down to his curl. He slowly turned back to look at Ivan whom was looking at the teacher. He sighed and tried to ease himself from being so tense. Nothing to freak out about. Okay Matthew? Nothing at all...

When class ended it had ended awkwardly. Matthew and Ivan hadn't spoken to each other at all after the incident with the curl nor have they even bothered to look at each other. Ivan on the other hand sat and grabbed some clay, making a small doll out of the clay while Matthew decided to make a new drawing. A cat this time. Eating pancakes. While wearing an apron. It was a cute drawing in his mind and he smiled at the thought as he walked down the hallway. Next class. English. This period he didn't seem to have with Ivan which he felt slightly relieved about since he was , Mrs. Barbour not caring to bother with explaining that she had a new student when she usually did, especially to those whom were early to her class. The only downside is when his friend Carlos Machado, a thick Cuban guy whom usually beat him up when he thought he was Alfred. Seriously, what did Alfred do that made so many people hate him. It was ungodly to have this happen so often too. He sighed when Mrs. Barbour left the class and Carlos came up to him, glaring hard at Matthew.

"Oi. Alfred. American pig, what the fuck are you doing in your brother's seat assfuck?"

He looked at Carlos with pleading eyes, a bit worried.

"C-Carlos... it's me...-!"

He didn't have time to fully finish his sentence before a fist collided with his face. He fell out of his seat, tears welling up in his eyes as he the pain shot through his face. There was definitely be a bruise on his cheek when he got home today. He looked up and saw Carlos looking at his 'friend'. He brought his fists up to cover his face and his knees curling up to.

"Carlos p-please! I-It's me M-Matthew."

He begged, scared to move his hands away. Carlos was about to hit him when miraculously the teacher came back. She looked on worriedly, questioning.

"Carlos what are you doing out of your seat?"

She didn't seem to see Matthew, like as if he was a ghost. Carlos grunted and looked down at Matthew for a moment, glaring before he looked back at Mrs. Barbour.

"I have no proper reason."

With that he sat back at his seat, Matthew trembling and sitting back at his own seat. He stared down at the wood, wiping at his face before the tears fell. That hurt. Not just the hit, but the fact that the teacher just looked past him. Not notice him. At least Father did. Father noticed him. He smiled at that. One person noticed him more than others did. There was always good in a situation. Always. The rest of English went by rather quick, and thankfully when he did leave the class, Carlos didn't try to get him back. Much to his relief. Next class P.E. P.E class isn't the average P.E class. The main classes are gymnastics or track, weights, and tumbling class. Tumbling class is Matthew's favorite class of P.E he had so much fun, well, tumbling. Sure it isn't the best for his back, but he loved how flexible he could be and just roll around and have fun. It was the only class time he was laughing and giggling. Well, that is until Ivan showed up in the locker rooms. This time, Matthew could see just how tall Ivan truly is. He was over 6ft tall. It was scary. He was only 5'8. Okay maybe he was a shorty but it was what made him cute. He waved hello to the taller male. Ivan waved back. Well at least he was friendly in some ways so that made it easier. He went over to his locker and changed out of his clothes, hearing his brother's loud voice over all the other students. This was the first class he had with Alfred. Alfred of course usually hopped classes, going with either from Tumbling to Track or weights. He never had the interest with Gymnastics finding it unmanly or only going to just watch the girls move about. He was a pervert. Of course not one like his Father Francis. He was a master and perversion. Matthew giggled at the thought, putting on his clothes for P.E. When he turned around he saw Ivan eyeing him, was he standing there the entire time? It was unnerving and... creepy. The other didn't seem to have changed at all, then again he was new and new kids didn't really get P.E clothes until about a day or two later after they got acquainted with the school and what it had in store for the student. He had respects for the school he truly did. He loved his school.

"I-Is there anything you w-want I-Ivan?"

"I am unknown to the class. I only know you. You shall accompany me da?"

"S-Sure, but uhm, c-can you not stare while I-I change?"

Ivan didn't answer the question but only smiled in return. He was debating. The kid had fair skin. Soft looking too. He wasn't an entire twig, he had baby fat on him. His wasn't popping out, it was still flat, but it did look squishy. Did the kid play sports at all? He still hadn't grown out of his baby fat skin yet. He was strange. Different from the kids at his original home back at the Motherland of Russia.

"C-Come on.. I'll show you around. Th-though the other classes are naturally told themselves. There's Track, Gymnastics, Tumbling and weights. D-Do you know those classes?"

He had asked as they both walked out together.

"Da, yet what is tumbling?"

"Oh! Uhm, tumbling i-is hard to explain. M-May I just show you?"

"Da."

Well a show was always nice yes? Even if the show wasn't entirely a strip show. Okay he wasn't a big pervert but in Russia prostitution was common yet classy. Very classy, a certain art to it. The women as well were ones whom put all they could into it. They did not bullshit at all. The voices as they sang, the bodies that they wore. In Russia only the best sold their beauty. As degrading as the act was but to those women, it was a form of art. Matthew on the on the other hand was just weirded out and apprehensive about the new student. He was a giant and the vibe he felt was one of danger and creep. Not the best impression for a new student to have. The one thing he did appreciate was the fact that he was at least noticed by Ivan; and from the time of sitting next to him on the bus and now. He felt a sense of at least being a person in school rather than a ghost from the attention, even if small and scary, he appreciated it. He smiled to himself, a hint of happiness forming in his emotions towards Ivan. "Thank you." He mumbled to himself, unconsciously. A blush forming on his cheeks seconds after he realized he had said it but was glad that the bigger of the two didn't hear him at all as they walked into a big gym that was sectioned off on the side of the school and the other gyms. Praise his quiet, soft voice at this moment in life. Praise it greatly. Matthew opened the doors and inside was a big, big room. Yet in the big room was filled with different things. On the side of the door was a cubby for shoes since tumbling required no shoes. After that was a big part of the gym that looked like a hallway with a long structure that could resemble a giant pillar on it's side. On top was a thick, firm foam on top for students whom were learning the basics of tumbling. Behind on the end of the pillar were 2 square trampolines, one bigger while the other smaller. The room made another section of the gym, a few giant foam objects that looked like a pac man were in the middle of the room. On the right side of the pacman section laid a small spring and a pac man looking foam object in front. On the very left and back wall was a long rectangular trampoline with a hook vest attached to the ceiling. On the farthest right by the pac man foam objects was a small room for students to relax and spectate the others. Ivan wasn't really sure how to take in what the room offered giving no help on what tumbling was. He looked over at Matthew whom had taken off his shoes and placed them in the cubby, upon entering the building he had noticed the boy had more of a bounce in his walk. Was he happy to be in the class? He could only guess upon his walk and the side view smile he saw.

"Come on! I want you to help m-me out into the hook vest. It's o-one of my favorite parts of tumbling."

A hook vest? Alright now what class involves a hook vest, especially in school. Who in the government or even state would allow that? Wasn't it not, allowed? Apparently it was though since there was one right in the back of the room. He followed Matthew whom fumbled with the hook vest. His footing became slightly unstable as he walked along the trampoline but adapting to it quite easily. It looked rather stupid and silly to Ivan but helped him out the best he could. He did want to find out about tumbling and he had agreed. He kept to his word most of the time. Key word most.

Once he was settled into the harness, Ivan stepped back so he wasn't in the way of Matthew whom in turn called him over to his side.

"I hope you don't m-mind but I'm going to need you to put your hand on my b-back and one on the back of my th-thigh."

His blush was back on his face as he asked the last part, looking away. It was an embarrassing thing to ask, especially to a new kid but well, when it came down to tumbling you always need a support until you can do it by yourself. It's how it was always done. As weird as it was. Ivan on the other hand tilted his head at the request and smiled afterwards. He was weird. He placed a thick hand on his back and on his thigh just a few centimeters away from his butt. Matthew squeaked at this grabbing his wrist and moving his hand lower on his thigh so his hand is at his mid thigh. His blush had darkened, not really used to such touches. A bit too close to his rear for his comfort.

"A-Alright, I'm going to do a back hand spring. So when I bend backwards you're going to lift my legs up so I can flip over. O-Okay?"

"Da." He squeezed his thigh, wanting to tease the poor child some more, earning a small squeak in response. As bothersome as he was, he was good for teasing for now. It was amusing for his first day at this American school that for now he had found a nice toy to play with for the time being, he did have his eyes on a short kid as well in his maths class but he would have time to pick on him later.