Unlikely Chapter One

"Maldición! Odio a tu gemelo!" Juan, my best friend, dropped his tray as he sat in front of me. "Chico no sabe nada!" He growled before taking a big bite of his apple as I wince at the powerful crunch I hear. (Damnit! I hate your twin! The boy doesn't know anything!)

"Lo se, lo se," I take a bite of my own food. By now I have figured out it's best for me to speak to him in Spanish when he gets into one of his moods. I picked it up as my third language thanks to Alfred's constant need for help on his Spanish homework. "Que hizo esta vez?" (I know, I know. What did he do this time?)

He took another bite before he shook the fruit at me. "He wouldn't let me near the goddamn chemicals in Chem today! I get it that it's his favorite class, but come on; the sonofagun doesn't have any faith in me. I'm just as good or better! He doesn't know!"

Nodding, I understand him completely. Alfred can be a little pigheaded and unfair, but I'll always love him because he is my older brother and he loves me back (well I can assume...).

I let Juan blow off some steam before I ask any more of his morning. When he asked about my day, I had thought he was past his wrath until Antonio passed by our table, informing him of a lunch meeting between the soccer players.

"Hijo de la-" he cursed under breath. I'm coming, I'm coming. Sorry Matt, catch you later. Oh, what time is your game on Saturday? I cannot miss your first game, it's hilarious!" (Son of a-)

He laughed as I'm sure he recalled last year's fight that broke out. Juan has kept asking me to teach him hokey so he could join. I'm willing, but he sucks being on ice. "I wanna beat some people up on the ice!" he said last year.

I laughed with him and gave him the time. He then left me alone with only a book as entertainment. Because my choice of free read was slightly embarrassing, I read it with the cover on the lunch table.

It wasn't until I was too engrossed in the book when I realize a slim figure walk by me and ask, "Is that Pride and Prejudice you're reading?" He took a better look at the cover and squinted his emerald eyes in disgust. "In French I see, but a good book no matter in what language I suppose."

I slammed my book down in shock and he twitched as well.

"Oh pardon me, did I scare you?" He slightly cocked his head to the left and apologized. The accent was distinctly English and very appealing. "My name is Arthur Kirkland." The blond extended his hand towards mine and I shook his smooth hand.

It did not notice I was still holding his hand until he asked for my name. I pulled back too quickly causing him to chuckle. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Matthew Williams. You're a sophomore right? You look familiar..."

Of course, everyone recognizes Al then confuses me for him. I shouldn't have expected any difference, even Juan slips up. "You're probably thinking of my twin, Alfred Jones. Long story, don't ask."

Recognition flashed in his eyes, but his facial expression remained the same. "Oh? He's your twin? Hmmm, I do see SOME resemblance... And I have heard of him, but he is not who I am thinking of. Let's see, Matthew Williams... Matthew..."

The way he said my name made me feel so grown up, really ridiculous, but I really liked it in that accent of his. And the fact that Alfred wasn't the main reason for recognition swelled my heart.

" Ah yes!" His sudden burst snapped me out of it, scaring me once more. I felt my cheeks tint. "You're the boy who scored a total of 19 points last year in hockey and you were only a first year. Nicely done lad! I'm not not a fan of the sport, my apologies, but talent is nothing to scoff at. Football, er, I mean soccer is more of my taste, but with all of my time sucked away by student council..."

Arthur seemed to realized he was either rambling or was wasting time which made him blush too. "Oh bollocks, now I'm taking your time. Well if you ever want to read any more of Jane Austin's works, don't hesitate to find me in the juniors' student council room. I'd be happy to lend you a few if you wish. You should-"

"Mon amour!" Another blond appeared behind Arthur and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "Where 'ave you been? I mizzed you in bed!"

Both of our faces turned red, although mine was out of embarrassment of what I heard. It also shouldn't have bothered me that he was taken, but at least it's a guy... Yet Arthur didn't seem to feel the same way about him the way he was thrashing around and cursing at him. It was so cute, I laughed.

Arthur kept struggling and cussing in the other boy's arms, but the other stopped and noticed me. "Oh? What iz ziz?"

"No Francis," Arthur began to pull at his uniform to drag him away. "He is not going to be one of your sex toys. You frog, if you corrupt everything nice and innocent I will kill you!"

"Non, non. I wazn't going to do anyzing." Francis place his hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt by what Arthur said. "I waz zimply going to ask him if he wanted to join le ztudent council. Treazurer iz open."

A light seemed to flicker in Arthur's eyes, but he remained harsh. "You dolt, Matthew is a sophomore, but there are more seats open in the sophomore council. If your not too terribly busy with hockey, would you like to have a go at it? It looks great on applications for college."

He saw the doubt in me, and knew how to convince me. Mom was always pushing Alfred and me to get more involved in school activities rather than just sports. The only problem I had were elections. People tended to forget who I was or confuse me with my brother, so I doubt I'd get elected.

"Zo hiz name iz Matthieu," Francis seemed to purr, sending chills down my spine. "Well mon peu Matthieu, you don't have to run for any pozitionz zince we're already a quarter into le zchool year and zere are many zpotz for you to chooze from if you're quick enough. Everything except treasurer is open for le sophomores. What do you say? You want to be le VP like me, non?"

Arthur pushed him away, making me realize he was slowly creeping towards me. "Do not listen to that frog, choose whichever position you wish. Although I think secretary would be best for you since you have other things to do as well. Eh- no Francis! If you so lay a finger on Matthew I will rip your d*** off!"

Francis pouted as he covered his vital region and inched away from me as to not risk it. "When did you claim him?"

Arthur rolled his eyes, "He's not an object, you wanker, and he's not going to be one of your toys either! Now go back to our office. I'll meet you there."

It looked like Francis wanted to continue arguing, but feared Arthur a little more. With a shrug and a flourish of his wrist, he produced a rose and handed it to me, stopping my heart momentarily.

"I'll zee you around," he blew a kiss and walked away.

Arthur rolled his eyes at the performance, but removed his scowl to look back at me. "Well, consider your options. You know where to find me for either more books or to join the council. I hope to see you around Matthew." He smiled and walked away.

That smile could melt me, but Francis's rose was just as touching.

I think I'm in love, ...but I don't know with who.

Yay! Mattie's point of view! So he'll end up with?

Oopsie, I didn't mean to create a new story when I already have two unfinished, but I'm having a terrible writer's block and busy with school crap and this just came to me!

Thank you for reading, please review if you like so I know to either continue right away or put it on the very back until I'm finished with one of my ongoing stories...

I don't own Hetalia!