Hey there! So, this is my third published new story! I really love the headcanon that Romano is friends with Canada. I also believe that they wish to be like they're younger brothers. (Before you say anything, I almost always make Canada older because of Vinland) And also, this is Pru Can and Spamano. My two OTP's. I also apologize for the shortness. So, anyways, on with the show!
(Almost forgot the disclaimer) Hetalia owns me, not the other way around.
Chapter one: The Similarities
World Academy is, by far, the most well respected and world-renown school in the universe. The principle, Romulus Vargas, was why had made it what it is now. He had enlisted one student from every country in the world, and given them a chance to study at World Academy. Now, our story begins with two boys. Mathew Williams, and Lovino Vargas. This two boys were very different, yet exactly the same. Both loved and despised their younger brother. Both had no friends. Both were about to enter the prestigious school, World Academy. And lastly, both wanted to die.
~Line Break~
Lovino scowled up at the gates of World Academy. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be there. It was all because his brothers wanted him to go. Fiascia, his older brother, was enrolled because he represented Seborga. Feliciano, his younger brother, was enrolled to represent N. Italy. In all truth, Lovino didn't want to go. He was perfectly happy living in S. Italy. His grandfather, Romulus Varags, had put him there, and went off to live with Feliciano in N. Italy. He still hasn't forgived him. "Ve~ fratello?" Feli said, pulling Lovino from his thoughts. "What?" He snapped angrily. "Can we go in?" "Of course you can, idiota."
As Feli happily skipped off, Lovino stood there, still preparing himself. 'Why did I even accept? Oh, right. It was 'cause Feli begged grandpa to bring me.' He started to scowl at the thought of his grandfather. He obviously favored Feliciano, and even though he insisted he loved Lovino just as much, he knew. Lovino knew that he would never be the favorite. Heck, he was probably Romulus's least favorite. Fiascia was at least praised a bit. All Lovino got was critism. Gathering himself up, Lovino finally decided to face the worst.
~Line Break~
Mathew Williams stood next to his younger brother, Alfred F. Jones, consumed in his own thoughts. Everyone always preferred his brother's loud and cocky attitude to his quiet and calm personality. It didn't help that even his parents constantly told him to be like his brother. It wasn't Mathew's fault he didn't like the spotlight, while his younger brother did. "Hey, Mattie, I'm gonna go ahead, 'kay?" And before he responded, Alfred was already gone.
Mathew was always second best to Alfred. Not in academics, of course. No, he was always second best in their parent's eyes. To them, Alfred was what they were when they were in school. Sporty and popular. Mathew was just an after thought. An extra tool. Neither of them cared if he got all A's. Or if he was the hockey team's best player. Or if he was just maybe the best artist in the state. None of that mattered. "Might as well head inside." He muttered to himself, and picked up both his and Alfred's suit cases.