This was written for the 120 Phrases Challenge (.net/topic/44309/38720016/1/), which is a Harry Potter challenge. I decided to try it, but for Hetalia instead ^.^
Enjoy!
As they kissed, Matthew felt like he was in a whole new world. Or, rather, between two worlds.
On one hand, he was in a world of complete paradise. He was loved in this world, he was recognised. No one forgot him, and no one confused him for his brother, Alfred. It was utter ecstasy, and full of maple syrup waterfalls.
However, on the other hand, it was all wrong. He was doing something he was taught was wrong. He was doing something that was against what he had believed against his whole lives. He was doing something that would enrage his homophobic mother, and force his disapproving father to disown him. This world was empty, and dark. It was cold, and sad, where as the other world had been happy and warm. It was a world that his parents had threatened that he would go to, if he even thought about another boy in a sexual way.
Yet, despite the two completely different worlds playing tug-of-war with him, Matthew wrapped his arms around the drunken, albino Prussian, who was moaning softly into his mouth.
