DARoma: I think it would be obvious I don't own Hetalia.
Prussia: That's right, the awesome me would never bow down to a woman!
Austria: What about Hungary, Hm?
Prussia: ...
Austria: *smug smirk* Ja. I thought so.
Prussia: Do you want to lose your vital regions- again?
Hungary: What was that, Prussia?! *waves frying pan*
DARoma: *Dodges missile* Enjoy the show~ Just don't get in Hungary's way if she wants pictures.
(Contains… nothing at the moment. MAY contain character death, cutting, smexy time, MapleTea, DenNor, BelaRus, attempted FrUk, UsUk, insanity, fun, pasta, SpaMano, mystery-type things, the wrong twin, etc.))
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Everyone thought Matthew Williams was just your average, normal high school student. He could even be called boring from what everyone knew about him. Maybe the one distinguishing feature he had was that he was Canadian, but that didn't help him because at the high school he went to, there were people from all over the world. People who actually remembered the angelic-looking blonde speculated about him, saying 'Maybe he has a complex about his brother because Alfred's so much more popular' or 'Do you think he's a cutter?' Rumours like this didn't circulate very far, however, because more than half the student body had no idea who this 'Matthew Williams' was. Luckily, none of the rumours were proven to be true either.
Not one.
...perhaps it was because they were spreading rumours about the wrong things?
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"Artiiiiiieeee, don't leave me!"
"Get off of me, you stupid git," Arthur reprimanded as he tried to pry a clingy American off of him. Alfred just tightened his arms around the British teenager as Arthur tried desperately to leave the house. Truth be told, he didn't hate the contact, he just...disliked it. Somehow he'd managed to drag himself (and Alfred) to the front door of the American's house. "Alfred, you know I have to leave. It's..." he checked his phone, "...eight o'clock and I have to leave before I get locked out the school grounds." Pleading azure eyes stared up at him. "Can't you stay over? Please?" Arthur had to let out a chuckle as he detached Alfred's arms from around him. "Can't you be a little more dignified?" he muttered under his breath as the American yanked him into a hug instead. Arthur breathed in, enjoying the contact and scent of the other teenager but not physically responding. "It's not a hug if you don't hug me back," Alfred said, a disappointed tone in his voice as he stepped back about one inch. The Brit didn't reply, his acid-green eyes flickering over the other blonde's shoulder at a teen- someone who looked shockingly like the boy in front of him.
The teen stopped a few meters away from them and startling violet eyes seemed to stare straight through Arthur. The Brit's eyes ran over slightly waved, curly hair with a small spring in front of his face, the figure that was slight and almost girlish. His expression was blank, neutral, but he could see a tiny flicker of life in his eyes. They held eye contact for what felt like an endless amount of time, until the other broke it off and disappeared down the hallway.
"Who- What-" Arthur stammered.
Alfred frowned at him. "See one of those minty bunny things, dude?"
"Is there two of you?" He had to ask.
A small amount of clarity found itself in Alfred's face. "You mean my brother?" Surprise rippled through Arthur.
"A brother? How old is he?"
"Mattie's my twin, duh."
"How come I've never seen him before?"
Alfred shrugged. "He doesn't live here that often. He mentioned something about an apartment once."
"Does he go to our school?"
"Well, yeah, but I think he must skip or something, because I've actually never seen him in class!"
"He doesn't live with you? Don't you think that's weird?"
"Dude, why are you so obsessed with this?"
"I-I'm not!"
Arthur whipped around, intent on leaving this time. "Goodbye, Alfred," he said over his shoulder. There was a moment of silence as he wandered down the steps of the house and then he finally got a reply.
"Kay, dude! I'll pick you up tomorrow!"
"I live in the dorms, you stupid git!"
As he began the walk to his own house, he was still thinking of those violet eyes.
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Matthew sat on the couch in the living room and drew his knees to his chest, still staring out the window at the teenager wandering down the street. He barely noticed Alfred walk in and sit beside him, only breaking his stare when his twin turned on The Secret Show and began watching while simultaneously shoving potato chips into his mouth. "Why are you watching a kid's show?" Matthew queried as he plucked a chip from the bag and grimaced at the taste. Who the hell had the genius idea to make tomato sauce flavoured chips? Alfred gave a nonchalant shrug. "Why not? It's a great show for heroes like me!" The Canadian beside him let out a small snort as they sat back to watch the show.
"Welcome to the fluffy bunny show!" chirped the grandma on the screen.
Matthew sighed.
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The next day Arthur walked into class, going to his seat next to Lovino. The golden-eyed Italian mumbled some kind of a greeting, and Arthur nodded to him before turning his attention to the front of the room.
Arthur Kirkland and Lovino Vargas were the kind of unlikely friends one only saw once in a lifetime. Both were stubborn as mules, both were in the student council, and the both definitely had a tendency to be jerks. Kiku said it was because they were 'tsundere', but really they just liked being dicks. That's just how they were.
"Lovino," he started as they made their way to the Student Council's room during lunch. The Italian groaned. "Now what the fuck do you want?" Arthur raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on the snappish words. He'd probably just bottomed last night or something. "Did you know Alfred had a twin brother?" Lovino nodded after a few seconds. "Matt. We used to be friends, a long time ago. I have no idea where he is now though." Arthur sighed. "I didn't even know about him until I saw him yesterday. I thought Alfred had cloned himself or something." Lovino's scowl disappeared and he stared at Arthur.
"You...didn't know about him?"
"I already said that. What about it?"
"...it's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Something seemed off about the brunette as he fiddled with the keys to the room, dropping them on the floor as the door was opened from the inside. "Lovino, mon cher! And Angleterre!" Francis said, a smirk on his face.
"Shut up, frog," the two said in unison as they pushed past him. The other blonde in the room barely raised his head from the paperwork on the desk. "Lovino, Arthur," Lukas said as he scribbled on a piece of paper. The Italian beside Arthur grunted in greeting and slumped into a chair by the old desktop computer they had. No one knew why it was there; they all had laptops. "Greetings, Lukas. Where's Natalya?" Arthur asked as he realised there was one missing from their party. "Watching practice. Ivan got on the team," the Norwegian replied. Arthur paled and marvelled at how Lukas managed to remain expressionless through all this. He swatted Francis's hands away from his crotch and sat behind his own desk, pulling out a bottle of iced tea to sip while he looked through the newsletter and let the other's conversations drift past.
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"Mon Angleterre, hello?"
"...Hm?"
"Arthur. I was talking."
"...Yes, Lukas, what is it?"
"I said we need someone to supervise the art club. We haven't decided which clubs should be shut down yet, so instead of going to our last class every day, each of us will survey a club for the next month. So far the clubs we have to survey will be the dance club, the writing club, the white flag club, the computer club, and the aforementioned art club."
"But...wouldn't the art club be really popular?"
"Nej. Apparently there are only two or three members."
Lovino stabbed at the pasta he had. "I'll take the writing club," he muttered.
"Natalya can do the computer club."
"Hm...I shall take the 'white flag' club, oui? It sounds delightful!"
"You just want an easy job, frog!"
"...which one do you want, Arthur?"
"I'll take the art club. I want to know why there's so little people."
"Then I suppose I have the dance club. Done."
They all nodded at each other and proceeded to leave, just as the bell rang, in perfect sync.
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"Art club, huh?"
It had taken most of the last break even trying to find the damn art club room, but now he'd found it Arthur didn't want to head back and waste time. The art club, for some unknown reason, was right on the rooftop of the boy's dormitory building, a large room with clouded windows. Nothing on the door suggested that it was home to a club, it's outward look suggesting more of a drug house.
Was it really a good idea to come here? He thought. As he reached a tentative hand to knock, the door swung open with a creak.
This was really not looking good. He was almost expecting that crazy chick from The Ring to appear with her 'seven days' shit.
He took a step, peering into the room. The first thing he noticed were the amount of candles. It was dark with storm clouds outside, so the small fiery lights were comforting.
Then he saw a body lying limply on the ground in front of him and screamed.