AUTHOR'S NOTE:

There will be various other pairings mentioned (or at least hinted about). This is loosely based on the Divergent book series as it encompasses more novel elements that the films. Though the setting is the same as the book, the characters are not meant to represent anyone from the book. Keep that in mind, alright.

Disclaimer: I *obviously* don't own Hetalia or the Divergent Trilogy.

Without further ado, here you go!

Matthew let out a soft sigh, weaving his way carefully down the cracked and broken street of his faction. The Abnegation, known for their selflessness, were supposed to care more for others than themselves. As such they had put all their resources into fixing the roads starting at the centre of the city and working out. The materials had run scarce long before the streets they walked upon daily could be repaired. The roads were heavily damaged, too dangerous to drive on, but not a single Abnegation family owned a vehicle, so they paid no mind to the small inconvenience. Mindful of the cracks, Matthew chose his footing carefully, balancing the bag of clothing in his hands so he didn't drop it.

He reached bus stop in record time. The road split off two ways, one towards the centre of the city, where he travelled daily for school, and the other led down a separate street heading farther from the centre of the city towards the dingy broken areas. Casting one longing glance back in the direction of his home, Matthew headed down the road he rarely ventured alone.

Matthew thought he was good for Abnegation, being selfless and putting others before himself. He didn't always have the want or need to help others, it came more as a second nature to him now, something he had been conditioned to do. Regardless, handing out food and clothing to the factionless was one of his least favourite chores. He did it though, with no complaints or whining. But usually never alone. His mother had always come with him or had a group do deliveries, and they'd just drop things off and be on their way. But today his father had instructed Matthew to go alone, to get used to how things would be after the choosing ceremony, after he chose Abnegation.

An unpleasant feeling welled up inside Matthew when he thought of his father's words. "After you chose Abnegation, you'll be making the trip without your mother more often than with. You should get used to it before then." The problem wasn't just facing the factionless alone, he figured he could hold his own against someone (and if not, he was a pretty fast runner, he comforted himself). No, the problem was that Matthew didn't know if Abnegation was right for him. He longed to enjoy the things the other factions had but that, Matthew knew from the Abnegation teachings, was him being selfish.

Matthew looked around at the surrounding buildings, barely able to stand on their own after years of neglect, and took a deep breath. There were a few factionless people wandering about and after a moment, a woman he recognized from helping out his mother before came striding slowly over to him. Cautiously, he smiled at her and adjusted the bag to free one arm so he could wave. She didn't wave back but inclined her head towards him in acknowledgement.

"Good evening," Matthew said when she stood closer to him. She didn't respond so he offered the bag to her, "I brought some clothing for, uh... Well, who-whoever."

She slowly took the bag from him and set it down before fixing her eyes on him and giving him a once over. "Ain't the Choosin' Ceremony comin' up soon?" She inquired.

Matthew felt the same dread welling up inside him at the mere mention of it, his smile dropped and he nodded his head.

She gave him a small smirk and raised an eyebrow, "what? Not excited? Are you gonna switch factions, Stiff?"

Stiff was a nickname given to the Abnegation from Candor (the honest) and it was not meant as a term of endearment.

"I don't know." He said lamely.

"Oooh, better make up your mind soon. Thanks for the clothes, Stiff." With that she turned on her heel and leisurely strolled away.

Matthew all but ran back towards his faction's area, wanting nothing more than to go home and talk to his older brother. Alfred had been born in January and 10 months later, Matthew. They were in the same year at school and were both going to have to pick what faction they belonged in. Matthew had spent many evenings in Alfred's room discussing this with him. Alfred didn't want them to be separated and neither did Matthew. They had agreed to choose the same faction no matter what. Whether it be Abnegation or not, they would stick together. The topic of leaving home had always been sensitive, neither of them wanted to think of or discuss what their parents might say if they heard they were considering leaving.

Matthew dreaded thinking about it because at the ceremony everyone would be arranged in alphabetical order and then they called the names in reverse. That meant Matthew would pick before Alfred, who had sworn no matter what his aptitude results were, he was going to pick whatever Matthew picked.

Matthew heaved another sigh as he turned onto his street, his home coming into view. Tomorrow they would take an aptitude test which would tell them the faction they suited the most. And the next day would be the Choosing Ceremony. The day where he had to pick whether he and his brother stayed in Abnegation with their parents or left. He had to pick the fate of not just himself, but his brother as well.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

(4/13/15) Chapter revised and edited. Minimal changes made, nothing that affects the storyline.

The story gets better, I promise.

I'll see you next time. Goodnight!