HetaGakkō

Prologue

Dumb America. Stupid, idiotic, dumb America. Or in this case; stupid, idiotic, dumb Alfred.

Confused? Let me enlighten you on the previous events.

I was simply being my unnoticeable self, sitting quietly in my chair, petting my adorable polar bear whom seemed to forget my name once again. And then, in all it's glory, America questioned me across the table, and every nation looked at me in shock.

Yes, it was a World Meeting, and I, Canada, also known as Matthew P. Williams, wasn't paying attention. Why, you must ask? Because I'm never called on, and hardly even exist in the other country's eyes. So of course, I was shellshocked. I ran into a burst of splutters and my eyes seemed to fly everywhere else but anyone at the table, and Kumajirou, being the lifesaver he was, told me the question. I managed to stop my anxiety attack and took a deep breath, then gave out my answer clearly.

The nations began to give me looks after that, and honestly, I felt like the most embarrassed person in the world, and believe it or not, I hoped that I would disappear from the gazes that were locked onto my figure. In fact, I wished I wasn't in the room at all at that moment.

At the end of the meeting, America came up to me and asked if something was wrong, because he was probably the only person who knew about my attention span, how I'm always completely focused during meetings and such, because whenever he forgets his notes, he immediately comes to me to borrow a copy. Truthfully, I was flattered with his concern, but I didn't show it. Not to my obnoxious, loudmouth, hyper brother, oh no. I just had to tell him to leave me alone and walk away. And guess what happened the next day?

You guessed it.

America set up another World Meeting for a pointless reason.

I didn't know why, but I chose not to go to this meeting. I felt very uncomfortable with the fact that America did this, and I had some feeling in my gut that he was planning something totally random and crazy. It was a brother connection, I knew everything about him. He always knew how I felt like when I'm not around somehow, so I just figured that maybe I could do the same thing, and stayed home with Kumajirou that day, planning and working out my nation's tourist problems.

Now that is where my mistake took place.

About a week later, Germany called in for another World Meeting, and this time, I found it serious. Germany was always the one who is all business and no jokes, so I obviously went to this meeting. In fact, I made it clear to myself to get there as early as possible, and wouldn't you believe it? I was the first one there. I quietly sat down and waited for the others. Germany and Prussia came in first, followed by Austria, Hungary, and England, then the rest of the bad touch trio, the Italian brothers, and so forth. Since this was practically the first time I got to see all these people come in the room after me, I intently watched them. It was amusing, watching Austria yelling at Prussia for saying something about "Vital Regions" ... Whatever that meant. Hungary being her motherly self towards Italy and Romano yelling harshly at Germany, calling him a Potato Bastard or something along those lines. Last but not least, England was fighting with France like he usually did with Spain, surprising just sitting down and eating a tomato.

All the nations piled in, but America seemed excessively late. I was confused, and slightly irritated with my brother for being this late. Not only that, but I noticed how the nations didn't have second thoughts about America's absence, and I silently wished that I was at that meeting he called in from before. Maybe he said something about being absent for a couple days and I just missed it. Taking that as a valid reason, I calmed myself down, and waited for the meeting, then noticed yet again that something was off. Nobody bothered to start the meeting.

Now, you must be wondering, why is that? Well, the answer comes soon after when America suddenly barges through the door, and the whole room falls silent.

Now, this scared me to the very end. America's face was serious. There was no goofy smile, and didn't immediately start blabbing about super heroes, he didn't stand on his chair, he calmly came into the room and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded. His icy irises immediately flew towards me, and my body froze on the spot. What did I do? Was that meeting so important? I quickly averted my eyes and looked around the room for a quick glance, then to my lap.

It seems that the rest of the nations weren't confused in the slightest, and it bothered me to no end.

"Canada, why didn't you take place in the last meeting?"

I could've sworn at that time that America had snapped. Truth be told, I was seriously considering of running out of the room at the moment. You'd think that anyone in the room would snap, it would be me, no matter how painful it is to admit that, but Alfred? No way.

I didn't respond. How could I? My mouth was frozen shut, I had no way of answering. But despite my muteness, America seemed to understand perfectly, and voiced my words.

"So you thought that just because I was the one who called the meeting, it was nothing serious, and decided that you wouldn't attend. Is that it?"

I gulped in the guilty lump that formed in my throat. So the meeting that day was important. Maple, why can't I be more... more... what was the word?

My train of thought was completely cut when America abruptly stood up and slammed his hand on the table. "Matthew P. Williams of Canada, I swear to god, if you don't look at me in the eyes at this moment-"

I didn't let him finished as I darted my gaze into his blue pools, a shiver crawling up my weak spine. His gaze, though determined all the time with his goofy attitude, was so much more of a stern version. It scared me. I didn't feel like I was staring at my brother. No, not one bit. But there was something playing in his eyes, and when he noticed that I caught it, he smirked. Now that scared me the most.

I sunk down into my chair, feeling my eyes slightly swell up. I'm scared. I don't have anyone backing me up, not like I expected it, and my own brother is the one scaring me, which is one heck of an achievement.

Suddenly, he started laughing, but I didn't lessen.

"Jeez, Mattie! You actually fell for that!?" He was bursting into hysterics, and the rest of the nations were smiling. What was going on? What's happening? Despite of the warm atmosphere, I just felt even more scared, if not, furious, and my insides were boiling. Rage. Definite rage.

I stood up, took one glare at Alfred, then left the room without a word.

And I regret doing that. Because since then, me and Alfred haven't talked at all, and as much as I hate to say it, he was the only one who would actually talk to me.

Dumb Alfred. Stupid, idiotic, dumb Alfred. This is your fault.