Author's note:
Ok guys, this is my first time writing a multi-chapter fic (or any fic in general I guess). Please bear with me, I'm still getting used to the site. Feel free to tell me if I have any errors in here or not, I'll change it if I do.
Not much action in this chapter (maybe not even in the next couple too), this one's all about Mattie's life before crazy shenanigans start happening. (Yes I did just say shenanigans)
Enough rambles from me though! Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer:
Does it look like I own any of this? No? Good because I don't. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Chapter 1 Life as I had known it
The doctor threw another kick at me. I tried to block but I guess he was too fast and strong for me to really focus on blocking it. I staggered backwards momentarily losing my balance. I looked up and the only thing I saw was a malicious grin and crazed eyes placed on the doctors face. Well, that's what I saw before his giant fist came into my view instead. It connected with my face with enough force that I'm sure it had just broken my jaw. I let out scream of pain as I flew backwards, my body twisting in mid air before I landed face first on the ground. That has to be the hundredth time I have done that this month. I should really try to quit doing that. Never used to do that before all these crazy things started to happen… Ok maybe it happened once in a while. The habit kind of picked up sometime in March. That and some other crazy shit.
~oOo~
"I can't wait until I'm out of this hell hole." I said under my breath as I gathered my books for next class. When school ends there will be no more bullies, no more cafeteria food - That stuff is just way too nasty - and definitely no more people ignoring me or thinking I'm Alfred. We may be twins but maybe if some people actually took the time to really look at me, they would see that we're nothing alike. I'm quiet and shy but once I get comfortable around people I show them my quick witted side... Which I don't show to anyone else but Alfred considering I'm not really comfortable around anyone else. Alfred on the other hand is the popular kid. Life of the party. He has lots of friends and is super loud, super optimistic, and super hyper. Super being his choice of words, as he calls himself 'The Hero'. He loves America; it's his favourite country and just so happens to be where we are living now. I personally love the country Canada; It was the country we where raised in and the place that truly feels like home. I am a Maple syrup drinking, hockey loving Canadian. That should be easy enough to see... Well maybe not. I guess I just need to make myself more noticeable and make sure not to be like Alfred at all. Stupid Alfred with his stupid face looking like mine. Stupid stupid Alfred.
... Aw crap. Was that the bell? I'm so going to be late if I don't hurry up. I grabbed the last of my things before I hurriedly closed my locker door and took off for class. I dodged around the rush of kids also making their way to class but today must not have been a lucky day as a rather large Cuban kid pushed me from behind making my face meet the ground. Not to mention my books scattered everywhere too.
"Ah sorry didn't see you there. You okay?"
I pushed myself off my hands and knees, dusting myself off before facing him directly. When he saw my face his turned from a calm somewhat bored one to that of anger. Ah crap. Please don't tell me this is that Carlos guy that Alfred gets into fights with just by looking at him.
"Alfred you bastard! Forget I said sorry at all!"
Yeah this is that guy.
"I'm not Alfred. My name is Matthew! Matthew Williams!"
"Nice try bastard. I have never heard anyone with that name in this school. Now hold still and get what's coming to you." He grabbed my shirt under my chin and raised his fist. I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation for the pain.
"Hey! Carlos you jerk! Let go of my brother!" I opened my eyes and saw Alfred stomp his way over here down the hall. Carlos turned his head around but didn't yet release me. When Alfred came closer he looked quite shocked.
"Alfred?"
"Hell yeah I'm Alfred! Now you better let go of Mattie or else!" He looked at me "It's okay Mattie, I'll be the hero!"
...See what I mean by the hero thing...
Carlos looked back and forth at us before shaking his head and letting go of his death grip on me.
"Sorry friend. I thought you were that bastard over there."
"Hey!"
"I-it's okay. That happens a lot." It's really not that okay, but I wasn't going to say that to this massive Cuban. He bent down and picked up my books with one hand - and here I thought they were heavy - giving them to me once collected. Carlos looked to me and held out his hand.
"My name's Carlos Hernandes, Nice to meet you. Properly this time that is." He smirked while saying that last sentence. I awkwardly shook his hand while trying not to drop my books again. Not exactly the easiest thing considering his hand shake was quite strong and not allowing me to balance out.
"My name's Matthew Williams."
I slightly smiled. Perhaps Carlos could be my new friend?
"Okay okay! Enough of that! We need to get to class." Alfred protested as he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down the hall.
"Bye Matthew. See you around." Carlos called down the hallway.
"Like HELL you will! Stay away from Mattie!" Alfred yelled while pointing an accusing finger towards him. Ok maybe gaining a new friend was a little bit of a stretch. With the way Alfred's acting I'm sure until pigs fly he will not let me near Carlos. I looked back and gave him a half-assed smile before I was dragged around the next corner. By now the halls where completely empty meaning I was definitely late for class... Not that the teachers would notice I'm gone anyway, but being on time gives me peace of mind.
"Al. I can walk on my own." Alfred either ignored me or just didn't hear. Better try again. Louder this time though.
"Alfred!" That got his attention. He stopped and turned around to face me.
"I can walk on my own. Besides your class is in the other direction, and I don't want to make you even more late."
"Ah who cares about class," I frowned at this "If you don't have the hero around you might trip and die."
"Al. I won't trip and die. I swear." He looked like he was going to protest but I gave him a look. The look that says 'Argue with me and you die.' His shoulders sank in defeat.
"Promise?"
Al held out his extended pinky with a small smile and a gleam in his eyes. Making pinky promises was something we always did as kids but I guess the habit never left. Not that I would want it to. They make me happy.
"Promise."
Our pinkies interlocked. We smiled like goofballs before separating, saying our goodbyes and making our way to class. I slipped into my science room - unnoticed of course - and sat down at a table in the corner by myself. It seems we were working on the same science worksheet we started yesterday. Figures. He's the slowest teacher I have ever had. I'll just doodle or people watch or something this class; I'm already done the worksheet.
I looked around the room to see who else was in here. There's kiku, one of Alfred's best friends. I don't know how though, he's so quiet and polite unlike Al. Around Kiku are his cousins Yao and Im Yong Soo. Yao is the guy who is smart but still likes to have fun. Very balanced. Yong Soo on the other hand is quite like Al. He's hyper active and loud. For some reason though, he has a fascination with uhhh breasts. Especially his cousin Yao's, even if he is a guy. I usually stay away from him for safety reasons for he will randomly grope people. There are lots of other people but I have no idea what their names are, I have seen them before but I have never looked into their names. The only other people I recognize are the Vargas twins, Feliciano and Lovino, as well as a guy named Gilbert. I look back at my paper. Wait a second. Was he looking at me? No way. Was that self proclaimed awesomest man on the planet actually staring at me? No one ever notices me though. Well actually Carlos did today but that was only after he almost beat me up. Maybe he thinks I'm Alfred and that's why he's staring, or maybe it's one of those moments were you are just looking off into space which someone's face accidentally is occupying. That's probably it. Just focus on something else.
~oOo~
The final bell rings signaling freedom and with it a mass of kids pour out of the school. I'm not in that group though. Nope not me. I'm standing by my locker waiting for Al. That's where we meet before we walk home everyday together. Well not quite everyday. He may try to be my hero but that doesn't mean he never ditches me. Where is he anyway? He should be here by now. I felt my iPhone buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw that I had received a text from 'The Hero'. I guess that means Al changed his contact name - without telling me of course.
' Imma b going 2 kikus house. LOL c u at dinner! C: '
I sighed. I kind of knew this would happen. My hands flew across the screen typing my reply.
'Okay Alfred, thanks for letting me know. Learn how to spell too, the way you type is super annoying. I'll talk to you at dinner. Bye'
Turning my phone off, I made my way home.
~oOo~
Walking down the sidewalk I can see my house coming into view. It might not even be considered a house because it's a not so modest size. It has two floors not including a basement but is pretty wide. Everything from the garden to the house colour all seems to have been coordinated by a designer, but actually I think it might just be Papa who designed it. He is the artsy-fartsy kind of guy. Arthur might have done it too, although I highly doubt it. Arthur and Papa are our adoptive parents actually. I think our real mother and father just didn't want me and Al so they dropped us off at the orphanage. Don't really know, don't really care. I'm glad papa - whose real name is Francis - and Arthur are my parents now, even if Arthur does forget me a lot too. Not Papa though. He's pretty much the only guy I can count on to always remember me. Too bad he's not home as often as I would like, but hey he's got his dream job being a head chef of this fancy restaurant. I'm happy that he's able to do what he loves. It's a bonus that he cooks us all the meals too, all Arthur can make is burnt scones and some industrial waste. I grimaced at the thought of his cooking as I opened the house door. Dropping my bag I yell out that I'm home. As I'm slipping off my shoes I hear Arthur yelling back from the study.
"How was school Alfred? Hope you didn't get in trouble today."
Getting up from my spot on the floor I walked past the study to my room yelling back to him.
"It's not Alfred, Arthur. I'm Matthew." standing in my doorway I can hear silence creeping it's way around the house as Arthur processes what I just said.
"Oh Matthew! My mistake lad, I trust you didn't get in trouble either?"
"No I haven't gotten in trouble."
Arthur being the master of conversations grew silent not exactly knowing what to say next. Finally he replied in a quiet tone
"Alright then Matthew."
I took this as my cue to exit the scene. Closing my door I took a bow as if I had just finished performing in a play. Putting on an English accent I said to myself
"What a mighty stage performance, I do say!"
Quitting my little ruse, I collapsed onto my bed. Letting out a huge sigh I grabbed my polar bear whose name escapes me. Was it Kumiajki? No no. It's uhh Kuma. Kumaaa. Kumajiro! That's it! I pulled him close into the middle of my curled position. I sighed again into his fur. Not being remembered is hard work.
"Why is it exactly that I'm not remembered anyway Kumajiro?"
I looked into his glass eyes not expecting a response, but saying my question anyway. Maybe I should just work on my homework instead of questioning things like that. I got up and made my way back downstairs to collect my books. As I approached the front room, the door opened showing Papa. I ran towards him embracing him in a hug.
"Papa!"
"Bonjour mon petite Mathieu." he smiled down at me. "How did school treat you today?"
"Same old I guess."
He nodded knowing exactly what I meant.
"Stay strong. Your time will come when you are not only noticed but admired. I know for sure."
"Thanks Papa."
He always tells me things like that. Although I do not completely believe what he says will happen, it still manages to lift my spirits. After our hug he ruffles my hair, something he knows bugs me. I playfully swat his hand away resulting in him just swatting me back while both of us laugh. He walks the rest of the way in announcing his presence to the rest of the house, i.e.: Arthur. Said man walked out calling Papa something along the lines of 'stupid frog' - Arthur insults people when he likes them, so naturally Papa just has the most absurd names. They give each other a peck on the lips and proceed to chat to each other about the day. Now I'm just standing here. Awkwardly I might add. Should I leave or would that be rude? No idea here. Someone send help I'm sinking in awkwardness and stupidity. Wait they stopped talking and are staring at me now. Slightly more awkward with a hint of unnerving. They must have asked me something.
"Pardon?"
"I just asked if you wanted to help in the kitchen."
I absolutely love cooking with papa. We work great in the kitchen together. Maybe I should be a chef when I'm older. Possibilities.
"I'd love too!"
"Great. Let's start then shall we?" Papa looked at Arthur "I'll see you at dinner." He kissed him - long enough to make me feel awkward again - before winking and walking off into the kitchen with me.
"...Stupid frog."
~oOo~
Dinner had been great. Papa and I had made crêpes, which is just basically a really thin pancake with yummy toppings inside. Alfred had come home for supper just as he said, but between stuffing his face and auguring with Arthur, he didn't acknowledge my presence. Alfred's out again right now actually. Thursday to him means 'It's almost the weekend, might as well not do any work'. That's pretty much his outlook of life. I'm done my work though so right now I'm watching hockey. Well I'm trying to at least. Not too long ago Papa and Arthur had gone to their room and now I'm hearing some uh 'interesting' noises. Even if I turn the volume of the TV up their uh volume goes up too. Do they really need to do that now though? Just... try to ignore it Matthew.
...
Ok I think I should leave now before I'm totally scarred for life. Run Matthew run!
I grabbed my jacket and ran out the front door. Subconsciously I made my way to the park nearby were I go to think. Finally peace and quiet.
~oOo~
Behind a bush two scientists and I are waiting and watching. I'm watching at least, those two fools are chatting away. After glaring in their direction I look back up over the bush to see just the person I was looking for.
"Quiet you two!" I hiss at them instantly silencing the conversation "Are you so blind as not to see subject 361 approaching?"
Both boys look over the bush to get a glimpse of him.
"What's his bio?" I ask the younger one. He pulls out a clipboard with some paper looking at it quickly before reading.
"It says his n-name is Matthew Williams and uhh he's 16 years old"
"Blood type?"
"O positive."
"Parents?"
"U-unknown. He was adopted in a orphanage in Canada but any records before that do not exist." I frown at this. Usually I like to get to know my 'patients' a little better, but what can be done? The records simply do not exist.
"H-he has a brother though and adoptive parents." He looked at me for approval; I nodded for him to continue. "His b-brothers name is Alfred F Jones. His parents are Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland." I nodded again. If the boy survives we at least have some leverage if he doesn't cooperate. The other boy looked at me saying
"Sir, if I may ask, which formula are we testing today?"
"Formula 6463."
The younger boy with the clipboard gasped. "Isn't that the one with the highest death rate?"
I just nodded at him with a sadistic grin on my face. "And don't even think of protesting about testing it again! I needto perfect it!" My anger rose and with each word spoken, more spite seeped its way through. Both boys looked scared - especially the smaller one - and seemed to lean away from me. Exhaling I let myself relax again. I patted the small ones head, which I guess only made him more scared.
"Do what I say and inject subject 361 with formula 6463." I handed the boy looking over the bush some darts containing the formula. He looked over at me then shot the dart.
~oOo~
After walking around I came to a stop at the bench in the centre of the park. I leaned back and put my ear buds in to listen to my music. It's so relaxing here. I close my eyes for a bit, but out of nowhere a feeling of uneasiness creeps in. Is...Is someone watching me? Sitting up I inspect the area. I don't see anyone, but...I can't shake that feeling. Taking my headphones out I stand up and prepare to leave. Before I can move though, I felt a nick on my neck. Did I just get stung by a bee or something? Better check it out when I get home. I move to make a step but now my eyes are so foggy. I'm tired too now. Why am I so tired? My hand cradles my head as my body tilts this way and that. The last thing I saw was the ground coming closer before I passed out.
~oOo~
Author's note:
Oh no Matthew!
Had this idea in my head for awhile now but never really had the courage to upload it. I'm doing it now though because why the fuck not? I'm editing chapter two so if I get some reviews I'll post it soon.
Just thought I'd warn you now, I think I will be the slowest updater ever. It took me forever to get to this point, but that might also be because I was writing out the plot, notes and other stuff as well. I guess we'll find out later! Thanks for reading this far at least!
Review if you want, I could use the feedback. C: Thanks!
