Hey peoples of the interwebz! So this is the story Matthew and his life in that wonderful dysfunctional family of his.
I like 2p!Hetalia a lot so you might see some of that later on...Anyways, even though this is just the prologue, tell me what you think of the direction this story will take. I hope I'll pick up some followers as I get more chapters published. Chapter 1 is coming very soon so stay tuned! :D
I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters
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-Ms White Darkness
Prologue: Childhood Memories
Man...I remember the day I first met Matt. I had just been adopted by my dad, Arthur, and we had gone to visit his brother, Francis, who had also adopted a boy a little while back. The two had to discuss business or something like that. When their discussion turned into a fight, I decided to go and snoop around a bit. That's when I saw him. He was quietly playing house in his room, making the little doll he was holding tend to some fields. When he looked up and saw me standing there, he invited me to go and play outside. Even though he was pretty calm when he was alone in his room, once he started playing with me, he became loud and cheerful. He would beat me at every game we played, believe it or not, and the times he did lose resulted in a pretty big argument about how he hadn't really lost...It was annoying sometimes, but this kid was so happy and full of energy all the time that there was no way for me to stay mad at him very long. Actually, I wanted to be more like him, strong, cheerful and independent. Although it was clear over the years that Francis was not doing the best of jobs taking care of him, being on business trips most of the time, leaving Matt alone at home. It didn't seem to bother him that much though, since he was always that same happy-go-lucky kid when I came over to play. When I look back, I wonder how we communicated. He would only ever speak French, and I, English. I guess our friendship went beyond words, if we put in a cheesy, sappy way. We went on with this routine of seeing each other every other day for years. Then, one day, Arthur left to go see his brother without me and came back with Mathieu-renamed Matthew Williams. Arthur had won custody for Matt after claiming, six months ago, that Francis was not fit to be a parent. We were then 13. Arthur took over his education, which was not much in terms of academics... A few months after he moved in, Matt changed. He was no longer loud and energetic. He was calm, reserved and disciplined. By the time he entered school, he was already better than me! So, yeah...Even though he had changed, I always thought, and always will think of Matt as my best friend and brother...So when did everything start to fall apart?