…

They didn't warn me

When I was running wild

The dragons breathing fire

In the backyard at night

We live in circles

And it's so hard to breathe

Maybe the same old fears

What have we here?

Don't bring me down

With you

…

Matthew groaned as the curtains of his room were yanked open, harsh sunlight stinging his eyes.

"Get up you lazy ass, you have work." His father growled.

Matthew sat up and cracked an eye open, watching his father stalk out of his small room with purpose. Probably to yell at mom or go hang out with his old friend Captain Morgan. The seventeen year old french-canadian thought as he rubbed his eyes.

The blonde grabbed his glasses and slid them onto his face, standing up and walking over to his closet to grab some clothes.

After grabbing his favorite My Chemical Romance t-shirt, an old, red hoodie and some jeans, the teen removed his polar bear pyjama bottoms and got dressed before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Matthew made his pancakes, being sure to drown them in maple syrup before eating them, taking out the garbage, cleaning up his father's beer cans from the night before, grabbing his backpack and skateboard and leaving for school. This was a pretty normal day for Matthew, except for the fact that Matt himself was anything but normal.

Ever since he turned ten he's been able to do weird things. No, not lick-his-elbow weird, like move-things-with-his-mind, turn-invisible-and-hear-people's-thoughts weird.

Yes, that's right, Matthew was like an experiment gone wrong.

As the blonde skateboarded down the streets of Toronto, weaving around people every so often, he hummed along to the song that was currently playing through his head phones. As Matthew spotted the school when he turned the corner he hopped off his well-used skateboard, lazily shoving it into his backpack and crossed the street.

…

By the time third period rolled by, and being the straight-A student he was, Matt no longer felt the need to pay attention, pulling out his phone and putting in his headphones, it's not like anyone would notice.

The blonde watched the rest of the class as they half-heartedly listened to the history teacher drone on about the revolutionary war and decided that he needed to liven up the room. Focusing on one of the boys at the other end of the room, Matthew narrowed his violet eyes and used his telekinesis, smirking when one of the desks legs crumpled, sending his classmate tumbling to the floor with it.

The quiet boy snorted as his class burst into laughter, watching with amusement as the other boy shot up from the floor, yelling out a string of curses that would put a sailor to shame, but also earning the kid a detention slip.

By the time lunch rolled around, the teen with the odd hair curl was thoroughly amused, but nothing Matthew ever enjoys can stay.

The blonde walk down the deserted hallway, whistling a soft tune between bites of pizza.

"Williams!" Someone yelled causing Matt to jump in surprise. After swallowing his pizza, Matthew turned to see who had called him.

"How can I help you?" He asked quietly, noticing that it was the student from earlier surrounded by a few of his friends.

The kid from Matthews class, a brunette with some winter fat that just never goes away, stepped forwards and stood in front of Matthew, looking up at him with a glare.

"I couldn't help but notice you were laughing at me in class today."

Matthew blinked. "I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure the entire class was laughing at you."

The redhead growled and then Matthew felt pain in his stomach. The blonde groaned and doubled over, clutching his stomach and sucking in a breath.

Before Matt could react he was punched twice more as the other three lackeys grabbed him and started to drag him away.

Suddenly Matthew was thrown to the floor, crying out when his head hit the floor, his glasses digging into his face.

Groaning, Matthew curled in on himself as they started to kick him. After a few more kicks, Matt was just clinging to consciousness.

"Stop…"

The other teens just laughed and kicked him harder.

"STOP!" Matthew screamed.

Suddenly all the windows in the surrounding area shattered sending glass flying everywhere. Matthew gasped for air as the redhead and his gang cried out in surprise, trying to shield themselves from the shards.

Matthew cracked an eye open and stared at the four teens who were covered in small cuts. "I told you to stop…" Matt wheezed as some of the larger shards in front of him were lifted into the air and shot towards the boys, chasing them down the hall.

Matt pushed himself to his feet, one hand holding his stomach while the other was lifted to his face to wipe blood away from his mouth. The blonde started to limp away, leaving the school from the nearest exit and out onto the streets.

Matthew limped away, crossing the road carelessly, not noticing the car that was spreading towards him until it was upon him. The violet eyed teen heard the horn and noticed it's oncoming shape, lifting his hand and stopping the car in it tracks. Matt winced as he heard the hood crumple and the driver scream.

The blonde though back to a movie he'd watched about a telekinetic kid as he left the scene. The main character had been able to levitate himself and fly.

Matthew looked around, flying sure beat walking and so what if it didn't work. The boy focused on what it would feel like to be standing on a moving platform, and after catching himself a few times, Matt was successfully flying in the air at least one hundred feet up.

He kind of felt like Superman.

…

When Matt finally saw his home, he dropped down and fell on his lawn, crying out in pain as he pushed himself up and starting to walk towards his house. When the blonde opened the door, he thanked all the gods out there for having his mother forget to lock the door again.

Matthew drug himself to his room and flopped onto his bed, losing consciousness soon after.

…

When Matthew came to, he heard yelling in the background. Probably just his parents… He thought as the yelling got closer to his room. As his family got closer he heard a heavily accented third voice speak calmly to his parents as his door opened, revealing a sharply dressed man on the other side, then, Matthew's vision went black once again.

…

The next time Matthew woke up, he noticed he was no longer in his room and that their was a blindfold over his eyes.

"Where am I?" The canadian yelled as he thrashed around.

Suddenly there was a weight on his arm and a sharp poke, and soon enough, Matt lost consciousness for the third time that day.

…

"Hello? Hey roomie? Wake uuuuup…" An obnoxious voice called.

Matt opened his eyes only to be greeted by a pair of bright blue ones staring back at him. Matthew screamed and pushed the person away from him, sitting up to look at him. The other kid looked completely normal, a blue hoodie, old jeans, headphones around his neck, glasses and messy blonde hair with a piece that seemingly defied gravity.

But, there was one odd thing. Their was a pair of gigantic cream-coloured wings jutting out from his back.

Matt blinked. "You have wings…" He said dumbly.

The other kid laughed loudly. "Duh!" He said as he stood up, flapping his right wing a bit. "My name is Alfred F. Jones or America, whichever you prefer and I'm the hero!" He yelled excitedly.

"H-hi… I'm Matthew Williams." Matt replied. "Do you know where we are?" He asked as he wrung his hands nervously.

Alfred smiled happily. "Nice to meet ya, Mattie." He said as he stood up. "Welcome to Wonderland!"

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How's that for a prologue? If any of you have a ship you want to see or an idea for what power a certain country has, leave it in a review!

The movie Matthew was referring to is called Chronicle.

Song; Youth by Foxes. I encourage you to check out the Adventure Club remix of it as well!

Autumn-chan out!

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, I own nothing.