Hey, guys!

Unfortunately, I'm partially basing this off of real-life stuff (Me, being Canada here.)Also, my France, and America are both real friends…

I have no idea on how long this is going to be so, yeah… America and Canada aren't brothers in this one, just really good friends. And France isn't so much of a pervert as the fandom makes him out to be.

*Obviously, I don't own Hetalia. If I did, my day would be going so much better*

Matthew Williams awoke to the heavy, bass-pumping verse of Three Days Grace's "Bitter Taste" blasting out of the speakers of his CD player/ alarm clock. Unfortunately for him, the machine was doing its second function FAR too well. He slapped the snooze button on the front of the clock, which was now reading, 6: 32. Along with the rock music, he also awoke to a heavy dose of Vertigo. Feeling the pang of dizziness, he flopped bank onto his pillow gripping his head, already feeling the pains of the day to come. He just lie in bed for the next nine minutes, hoping the pain in his temple would go away. Resisting the urge to fight back the pulses barraging the inside of his head, and chuck the clock into the next week, when the music poured out of it again, he merely rolled across the bed and unplugged it from its socket. While relishing the silence, and nearly falling back under the folds off blissful sleep, he heard his father, Arthur, get out of bed and pad down the hallway, no doubt to make a cup of morning tea. Said father poked his head through the bedroom door,

"Hey, kiddo, it's time to wake up."

"Mmmmngh," Matthew replied. Head still buried in a pillow.

"You feeling alright, Mattie? You're normally up by now." The man walked across the carpeted room and gingerly took the pillow off the teen's face, revealing a flushed, and slightly disoriented blonde. He put the back of his hand to the boy's forehead. The dark blue, almost violet eyes, giving an expression of, "Dad, If you make me walk anywhere, I'm going to fall flat on my face."

"Alright, you're obviously ill, and you probably have a fever, you don't have any major tests or anything in school, today?" Matthew gave a short negative grunt in response. "Okay, then, sleep tight, lad." Matthew had fallen back asleep before the man had shut the door. Little did he know there was indeed something major going on at Maple Ridge High School. Something that might change his friendship with the one person who kept him connected to society.

Okay, thanks for reading! I know this was EXTREMELY short. The next chapter is definitely going to be out tonight, I just needed to break the story so I wasn't switching POVs too fast. Maple Ridge High School is a fictional school. (Although I'm sure it exists somewhere.) and Arthur is indeed Arthur Kirkland. Matt's mom isn't going to be a nation, just a normal Canadian lady. Rate and Review Please, it inspires me to continue! Strength's progress isn't going to be hindered by this at all. Sooo, yeah. Thanks again!