Chapter 1
Warnings: Swearing
Rating: M
I do not own Hetalia! or TFK
It wasnt his fault...none of it was his fault...
It wasnt his fault that his brother had won those tickets to the Hockey Game...
It wasnt his fault that his father and brother were too tired to drive, leaving Matthew to drive...
It wasnt his fault that a snowstorm occured...
It wasnt his fault that the man had stepped out onto the road...
It wasnt his fault that he looked into the mans eyes...longing for death could be seen in the mans blue eyes...before the car slammed into the man killing him immediatly.
It wasnt his fault...that he fell in love with the man who now haunted him.
Five Years ago...
Matthew hummed to a Thousand Foot Krutch song on his I-pod. He watched as the snow covered trees flew past. Matthew let a small smile apear on his lips as he thought of how much fun he had. His brother had come home earlier screaming about him winning tickets to go to the hockey game in Maine that day. His father thought it was a great idea to have a guys day out to the hockey rink, perhaps play some hockey themselves.
Matthew Williams knew his brother, Alfred Jones, was his fathers favourite. But the man still tried his hardest to make Matthew feel like one of the family, even if he spent most of his life in Canada with his mother. Matthew had a great bond with his older brother. Alfred was 17, a year older than Matthew but he acted less mature than the quite shy Canadian.
"Hey Matthew...how about you drive for a while?" His father asked as Alfred snored softly. His father looked tired so Matthew nodded, happy to get behind the wheel. He started down the road and turned the radio up. After a while his father was asleep too. Matthew listened to the radio for a while before shutting it off. He wasnt getting any stations right now. The sun had set awhile ago and thick snowflakes were falling down fast.
"Maple..." Matthew swore under his breath looking out. He thought about waking his father up but thought better than that, his father was exhasted. Matthew sighed and rubbed his eyes before opening them to see a man step out into the road. "Fuck!" Matthew screamed and slammed on the brakes. The tires slipped on the icy road and Matthew saw the look in the mans eyes that scared him. The look of wanting to be hit...the want to be killed. "No!" Matthew screamed before he hit the man and the car flew off the road and hit a tree.
Matthew still had his hands on the wheel. Alfred whimpered. "What happened?" Matthew looked over at his father and screamed. His fathers head was lolled to one side his neck most obvously snapped. "Papa!" Matthew screamed and Alfred got out his phone getting service. "Hello? Please help...my dad!" Alfred cried. "Oh shit...tell them to send two ambulences! I hit a man on the road!" Matthew screamed fearing for the man.
Matthew saw the man laying in a pool of blood. "Oh god..." He ran over and took a good look at him. He had long blond hair and a lightly stubbled chin. His blue eyes were open in a look of shock as if he didnt realize how painful it was to die. He looked like he had to be at least in his early twenties. Matthew heard the sound of sirens and was pulled away by Paramedics as they checked the man for vital signs. They declared both the man and Matthews father dead.
A few months later...
"We the jury of the court find the defendit Matthew Williams, guilty of involentary manslaughter on two counts. As he is a minor at this time he will get two years in a juvinile facility and three years in state prison." A woman on the Jury told the court. Matthew felt his heart sink...he was going to jail.
"Fuck him...he needs to be killed for killing Francis!" A german accent came from the crowd as everyone was leaving. Matthew was being led away in handcuffs and he saw an albino male and a man with brown hair and green eyes. "You dont deserve to live!" The albino hissed as Matthew was led past. Matthew felt the tears sting his eyes and he looked away. He didnt care...he had killed his own father...he should of been killed instead.
"Come on Gil..." The brown haired man said in a spanish accent. "It was an accident...forgive the boy." Gil shrugged his friends hand off his shoulder. "Nein Antonio...I will never forgive him." Matthew felt a ache in his heart but ignored this and continued walking.
Thanks for reading! I might post another chapter tonight! Please comment and tell me how I did! This will be a FruCan and PruCan! See you later!