Alright everybody. Hi. I'm TheKillerJalapeno, and I'm new to fanfiction. This story will move along on its own, and with requests written through reviews. I hope you like this short piece.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. :)
Matthew smiled, fingers running through his bloody hair. He had gone and done it.
He had beat his brother. Alfred lay motionless on the floor, still on a puddle of red. Matthew was sick of it. He was sick of being ignored. Sick of being made fun of, and sick of being pushed down by his brother. Sick of being sick. He took one last glance of his brother and left, leaving the door open, hoping that some ignorant soul would notice THAT.
The countries were having another world meeting. Everybody showed. Almost everybody.
"Alright, uhh... where is America?" asked Yao, looking around. Alfred was late but something seemed... unusual about his absence today. Yao could sense it.
"I-I'm right here!" he exclaimed. Everyone stopped talking to look into the corner of the room. Alfred seemed much more... unnoticable.
"Mmm... alright, let's get started," said Arthur, taking a sip of his tea. " I asume you have something to input, Alfred?"
"No." Everybody in the meeting room did a doubletake, or in England's case, a spit take. Even Sealand leaned over to see what was happening.
"Est-ce que tu es bien, Alfred?" asked France, concerned. He had not seen the hamburger-eating american be like this since... EVER.
"Yes..." he said quietly. Everybody stared some more, not believing what they were seeing.
Yao cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence in the crowded room.
"Well, we shall resume the meeting," he said. "Has anybody any concerns over anything that they would like to discuss?..."
At the end of the meeting, everyone filed out the room slowly, all whispering about Alfred. Matthew smiled, leaving the building, unseen, gripping onto his brother's jacket.
Impersonation isn't that hard. Not hard at all.