So hey, I'm back!

So, why have I been a ghost for two months? Well, writing six stories all at once isn't jolly.

So, hope you readers out there like it!

Ok, so I (sadly) do not own Hetalia. (If I did, Canada wouldn't be invisible).

And, this here story is mine! No stealing!

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A Manboy and A HeartBreaker

Chapter One - Call From A Friend

Matthew's POV

RIIING… RIIING… RIIING…

I looked at my phone for the millionth time, reading the screen. Finally!, I thought to myself as I answered the call.

"Alfred! Where the Hell are you? I have been calling you for the past two hours!".

"Oh, hey Matthie… Um, dude, can you come pick me up… I'm… Ugh… Get off me! Oh yeah, so can you come pick me up at Tim Hortons? You know, the one we usually go? I said get off!", he snarled back at someone.

I yanked my phone from my ear, barely escaping Alfred's scream. I spoke again after putting the phone back near my left ear:

"Ok, I will, just… Who is that with you?". Though, I think I already know the answer.

"Ya know, Matthie. Same old, same old.". Bingo.

"Excuuuuuuuuse me?! Do you really think I'm just "same old, same old"! You're such a jerk! We're totally through!", a girl's voice came up.

After that, I heard rummaging through drawers, slamming, and a door clacking hard.

"Oh well, didn't last long. So Matthie… Tim Hortons, eleven o'clock?".

I answered violently, saying that he was going to pay our food, but I already knew He wouldn't have the money to pay even a one-dollar drink. Then, I harshly hung uo the phone to his face. Dieu, help me now, I thought, sighing. He could've at least told me he was with his new girlfriend. We're best friends after all.I rested the phone on the night table, sighing once again. Alfred, Alfred, Alfred. Why doesn't he see what he's doing is wrong? Taking a girl, loving her, then throwing her away like trash. He can't even think of having a serious relationship. He can't even clean himself up; it's always me to the rescue! Then again, why does my heart race each time I talk to him?

"Whatever, just make breakfast already.", I told myself.

I got up from where I was sitting, and headed to the kitchen. As I walked towards the stove, I found my pet bear lying on the ground, maple syrup spread all over his mouth.

"Really, Kuma? I hope you left some for me.".

"Uuuuuuuuuum… No.", he answered.

I guess I have to buy a ThéMatin at Tim's instead, I thought. I sneaked a peek at my watch, seeing as it was only 9:45am. I told my white bear that I was going to take a shower, and that he should have cleaned his face by the time I came out. The answer I received was a growling polar bear. I placed Growling Kumajirou on the couch, and then went directly to the shower. After the right temperature was put, I took off my pajamas and glasses, and entered the hot water. Ahh, this feels good. Water splashed my hair constantly, without ever stopping, and then it went further down, 'till it reached the drain. If I ever end up with Alfred, will I be treated the same way? Feeling like I'm top of the world to finally being thrown in the drain, lost in a never ending battle in the sewers?I didn't know. I just didn't know. Would it be worth it? Having my heart broken over some player? I pushed my thoughts away and continued on my shower.

\(~.~)/

"Crap! Where's my red shirt?", I asked my polar bear.

"Oh, I used it as a chew toy. Sorry.".

"Well, sorry isn't going to cut it, Kuma.".

Kumajirou shifted to the corner, while I looked for another shirt to wear. I looked at my watch again: 10:30. I took a long time in the shower, eh?, I thought. And all that thinking led me to nothing.

"Purr... What about this one?", asked my big lump of white hair, with his paw on a certain blue-turquoise shirt.

"Oh, that's the shirt Al gave me for my birthday this year! I guess it's better than the red one, right?".

"Well, DUH.", Kuma pointed out.

I ignored my pet's staintement and put the shirt on. It went well with the blue/black jeans I bought from Guess two weeks ago, and the ocean-coloured shoes from Nike's. Overall, I'd give myself a ten out of ten. I checked my watch again, seeing that it was 10:44. Ok, I have about five minutes to brush my teeth, floss and look if I have money in my wallet. Even though I told Alfred he was being forced to pay, I wasn't going to take a risk into believing he actually had cash on him. Kai, let's do this. So I practically ran to the bathroom to quickly (I tried) brush my teeth and floss. When that was done, it was already 10:47. Hair? Check. Clothes? Check. Money? Crap. I went back to my room, and almost ripped my wallet open to see if I had any cash. Yes, I do have Credit Cards, but I prefer using paper money, espacially at Tim Hortons. Jackpot! I had found a twenty dollar bill in one of the pickets of a pair of jeans I wore last week. Damn, karma's on my side today!, I thought cheerfully. I got out of my room, went towards my keys, and right before closing the front door, I yelled:

"KUMA! DON'T EAT EVERYTHING WHILE I'M GONE!".

CLACK!

I locked my door as fast I could and swiftly walked towards my car. When I finally sat in my seat, I could feel my phone vibrate. A text from Al!

Al The Hero!- Hey dude, where u ?

Matthew Williams - Im in my car! Dont worry im comin'! Its
not like im late!

Al The Hero!- Yeah whatev! Just dont forget $$$! Im broooooooke! D:

Figures, I thought to myself.

Matthew Williams - Like i said, wait patiently!

Then the conversation stopped there. I put my phone in my back pocket, and entered my car key in its slot.

VRR~ PTPTPTPTPT...

After my car started, I backed out from my driveway to go towards the Tim Hotons. It was a simple drive, calm and without traffic. Of course, there is always someone who gets to be the douchebag of the day. Thankfully, luck was on my side and the police caught up to him, escorting him to the police car. So from there, my drive was in peace. I finally arrived at the Tim Hortons with two minutes to spare! So I hurried from my car to the entrance.

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