I got inspiration from the picture I drew! You can see it on my deviantArt, if you want! (And yes, in the picture, I know he's missing his curl. Accidents happen. :I )

By the way, the italics isn't a flashback. Just the past, to clear that up. Eheh.

I don't own Hetalia!

Matthew awoke with a groan, feeling his whole body in pain. The bed felt uncomfortable and stiff, which didn't help but add on to his pain. He let out a light, discomforting sigh and tried to roll over, but as he tried to, he felt as if needles were going through his back. Wincing in pain, he decided to do everything in his power to sit up. It was painful, but he did it.

The blond decided to stretch his achy muscles and open his eyes. For a moment, all he could see was blurred up white. Everything started to get less blurry, and he began to register a beeping noise. He looked around. Ah, a hospital. He thought. Wait, why am I in a hospital? He asked himself. He just couldn't bring himself to remember clearly. All he remembered was winning the school hockey game, and..

Oh, right. Matthew remembered the scene, as some people from the other team tried beating him up, and apparently were quite successful. All he could remember from that moment was deciding to walk home. At that time, it was about 10 PM. He remembered people coming up to him, maybe about two or three guys, and being pushed down. That's all he could recall that night, but it was obvious that much more happened.

He looked down at his left arm, ghosting his fingers over it and stopping near the wrist, which was covered by a cast. There were cuts, scrapes and bruises everywhere. Some of the skin was coarse, some was tender. He winced as he blinked, feeling pain in his face. Then he realized that he couldn't see though his left eye. He tried blinking again, thinking that maybe it was just from the fact that he just woke up. Then again and again. Nothing worked, and he couldn't see his glasses anywhere.

Matthew pushed himself up, so that he could rest against the wall for a bit. He could barely remember anything, at all. All he could remember was winning the game, some people, and then waking up here.

Matthew stretched as he walked out of the building, sighing. It was a bit of a walk home, but he didn't mind. His brother, Alfred, was probably watching a movie, or maybe he was already in bed. It was hard to tell with him.

He was about halfway home by now. The walk had been peaceful so far, and dark. He checked his phone for the time, which read 10:30. Deciding that he shouldn't dawdle around, he picked up his pace, so that he'd hopefully get home sooner.

"Well, what's this?" Someone, about a few feet away said, not to anyone in particular. There were about two guys there, and Matthew was about more than confused at this moment.

The guy that was closest to him stepped up to Matthew and grabbed the collar of his shirt, making him tense up. "I'm the guy that you pushed down in the game. Seem familiar?" The man questioned him, his accent thick and his voice angry. The man lifted Matthew off of the ground by a few inches, bringing him to height with him.

"Look, it was-" Matthew began, but was cut off by a loud hand hitting his cheek. He cringed at the pain.

"What? It was just a game? Or, maybe it was an accident?" The other spoke as if he heard it all before, looking Matthew almost directly in the eye, but for some reason, he just couldn't. "Well that just sucks for you, doesn't it?!" The man shouted out of fury, throwing the blond to the ground.

They waited for a response from the blond. And waited. Nothing.

"Huh. Didn't think that would knock the kid out." The male said, prodding the blond with his foot before picking him up, slinging him over his shoulder.

"How about we go to that warehouse or something? Maybe repay him or something~?" The tallest one of the duo said in a sing-song voice.

The younger one chuckled. "Sounds great, Ivan." He said, nodding as he heard a car door open.

They both went to Ivan's van, and the other male sat in the back seat of the vehicle, just in case Matthew woke up.

By the time that they had gotten into the abandoned house, Matthew was semi-conscious. He'd heard footsteps, a few sets of doors opening and closing, and then finally, concrete floor met with his entire left side, and he was sure he heard something snap, and some skin possibly break. This floor wasn't exactly the smoothest, almost like gravel.

Matthew opened his eyes, blurry with sleep, but before he could open them all the way, a strong foot had clashed with his stomach, knocking the air out of him.

For a moment, he tried to pick himself off of the floor, and maybe even defend himself against these seemingly unknown people, but as he tried to push himself up with his opposite arm, he got about halfway there before a foot pushed down on his chest, making him go back down quickly.

"Thought I'd let you get away so easily?" The man said, and Matthew could just feel the sadistic smirk on his face. He felt the man sit on his chest, and Matthew looked up at him. He couldn't see the features on the mans face, since it was so dark.

"Now, as much as I'd like to hear your voice in pain, this will be much easier for you to just shut up. Besides, my 'friend' stayed in the van, so I'm almost glad to have this alone time with you." The man said, smacking Matthew across the face. Matthew winced as the contact stung, which earned him another slap.

Matthew bit his lip as he felt a weight lifted up off of his chest, literally. Then, there was a light kick to the side of his face, the exact same place where he'd been slapped.

After a few more moments of abuse from the other man, Matthew had passed out again from the pain. The thing he woke up to, was his head being almost harshly kicked into a wall, hearing something smash, most likely his glasses. He felt extreme pain in his eye, before passing out again.

About a day later, the police found Matthew at the side of the said house, with thankful signs of life, but no signs of who did this.

"Mattie! I'm so glad you're awake!" A blond came into the room, grinning with joy. "How are you feeling? Are you still hurting anywhere?" He seemed to ask question after question, which made Matthew's head hurt.

"Mattie? What's up? Something on your mind?" He asked once again. Matthew lifted his head up to face the blond, an empty look in his eye.

"I'm sorry, but.. Who are you?" Matthew asked, his voice coarse as he watched the blonds grin fall.

Alfred's world just crashed around him.

Edit: afsjssfeds Sorry I had to fix some mistakes. There were originally going to be 3 guys assaulting Matthew, but I could only think of 2, so I had to fix some things. aaaaa