A/N: This is my first Hetalia fanfic and since I had already posted this page up on Quizilla, I figured I should try FanFiction next! Please read my story first before you judge it. Enjoy! :)

Monday mornings usually didn't bode well for Alfred Jones. The beginning of the week meant bad things for him like the beginning of the school week, homework, school, it goes on and on. But, strangely enough, he felt really good about how today was going to go. This was in contrast to his usual groggy self on Monday mornings and his famly knew this, so his behavior this morning kind of freaked them out, especially his twin brother, Mathew. Matt had been used to his brother whining and complaining about how much he didn't want to go to school ever since they were both six. But today, the way his brother was acting came as a surprise to him.

When he thought that something was defintiely wrong with his brother is when he was walking by Alfred's room to go get his backpack out of his own room. When he passed his brother's closed, he heard his brother- humming. Matt stopped dead in his tracks and pressed his ear up against the wood of the door, listening carefully. Was that-? Yes, it was. His brother was humming "The Lazy Song".

Matt jerked his head away from the door, very frightened for his brother's physical and mental health at this point. The only time that his brother will ever hum that song is during a Friday, the only time he is really happy during the week. Why in the world would Alfred be humming that song on a Monday of all days? He had to find out what was wrong with his brother.

Swallowing hard, Matt rapped on the door with the knuckles three times. "It's open!" his brother called from within the room. Matt took a deep breath and opened the door to his brother's room.

As he had expected, Alfred's room was still a mess, even though their mother had told him to clean it just yesteray. Clothes and papers were strewn all over the floor and were spilling out of the drawers of his dresser. His blankets and bedsheets were a tangled mess on his bed and his pillows were thrown every where. The only thing that looked like there were organized was a shelf with a row of books on it and that was probably becasue they hadn't been touched for years. it looked as though a tornado had come through here, but still, Matt had already expected this from his brother.

As for Alfred himself, he was standing in front of the mirrior hanging on his closet door, admiring his reflection- in just a shirt and boxers. Matt blushed furiously and turned his back to hs brother as Alfred turned to face him.

"Al, why do you let people come in your room when your in nothing but your underwear, eh?" Matt said, burying his face in his hands to hid his redness.

Alfred shrugged grinning. "Ah, it's no big deal!" he said, waving away his twin's foolishness. "What's wrong with walking around in your underwear? You should do it more often, it might make you a little bit more loose-."

"Well, I won't Alfred, because it's indecent!" Matt said folding his arms over his chest, his back still facing his brother.

"Will you just turn around and tell me why you're in my room?" Alfred said, growing impatient.

"Not until you put on some pants, eh!" said Matt, defiantly.

Alfred sighed heavily and started rummaging through his drawers for a clean pair of jeans. Once he had found them, he pulled them on quickly and turned to face his brother. "There, happy now?" he asked, sarcastically.

"Yeah, I am," Matt anwered turning around to fsce his now fully clothed brother. "Now I wanted ask to ask you: are you feeling alright, eh?"

"Huh?" Alfred raised an eyebrow at Mathew, wondering why he would ask such a stupid question. "Yeah I'm feeling alight! Why do you wanna know?" While saying this he went underneath his bed to find some shoes.

"Well you're just not acting like yourself that's all," Matt said, leaning up against his brother's doorway, watching him pull on his shoes. "You're absolutely sure you're okay, eh? You don't have a slight fever or anything like that?"

"Nah dude, I feel great!" Alfred exclaimed, happily, now pull his arm through his jacket sleeve. He wasn't just saying this to get Matt out of his room too. It was true, he felt perfectly fine.

"I swear, if I hear that one more time, I may have a heart attack," Matt said, clutching the left side of his chest.

Before Alfred could respond, their mother, Mrs. Jones, called to them from downstairs. "Boys!" she shouted. "Come on, it almost seven o'clock! I gotta take you two to school before I go to work!"

"We're coming Mom!" the boys called back. Mathew dashed out of his brother's room and ran to his own to grab his back pack off of his bed. Alfred snatched up his backpack and met his brother at the top of the stairs. The boys raced each other down the steps and to the front door, while their mother stood by shaking her head and smiling.

"I call shotgun!" Alfred shouted, laughing, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

"That's not fair, eh!" Mathew shouted back, picking up the pace. "You called shotgun on Friday!"

"Boys, come on now!" their mother called, laughing, watching her sons fght over the front seat. "Alfred, let your brother ride up front! You did have it last time!"

"But Mom-!" Alfred started to whine, but when he saw the stern look on his mother's face, he gave up. "Oh, fine!"

Matt stuck his tongue at Alfred, earning him a punch to the shoulder while their mother wasn't looking. Both boys climbed into their mother's Buick and buckled themselves in, starting a new arguement: why was Alfred so happy about today?

"Hey, it's not like it's any of your business Matt!" Alfred said, agitatedly, as their mother startd driving toward their school.

"Oh, I get it, eh!" Matt exclaimed, with a sly look on his face. "You're only happy to go to school today so that you could see your precious Kiku Honda!"

Alfred blushed furiously and started stuttering. "Th-that, n-no! I-! Ugh, that's not it at all, stupid Canadian!" He the began to try to strangle Mathew from the back seat.

"You just don't want to admit that I'm right, ugly American!"

"Moron!"

"Jerk!"

"Orphan!"

"Homo!"

"Ugh, what am I going to do with you boys?" said Mrs. Jones said, exasperatedly yet lovingly.

"Put us up for adoption!" Alfred said, happily, his blue eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, we wanna go live in Italy, eh!" Mathew said, smilng widely, his blue eyes also shining with almost as much enthusiasm as his brother's.

Mrs. Jones sighed and smiled to herself, keeping her eyes on the road ahead of her. Her boys could be a handfull sometimes but she loved them anyway. It was her husband that got agigtated easily with his sons constant arguing. And that moment the same arguing was going on throughout the entire car ride to Beyer High School

It took only five minutes to get to Matt and Alfred's high school, only because they were really early since their mother and father both went to work early. Even though they were sophmores it was early of their junior year, so Matt and Alfred didn't have their licenses yet but they were getting close. But they still had to depend on their mother for a ride to school, even if it did mean waking up at six-thirty to get ready for school.

As Mathew and Alfred waited for the school cafeteria to open so that they could eat breakfast, Mathew just still couldn't help but feel worried for his brother.

"Alfred," he said, sounding genuinely concerned. "Are sure that you're alright, eh?"

Alfred gave his brother a sideways glance with a reassuring smile. "Yeah, Mattie, I'm fine," he said, patting his brother's shoulder gently.

Mathew sighed, still not completely convinced. "If you say so, Al," he said. Maybe his brother was right, there's nothing wrong with him. He just hoped nothing bad will happed today.

A/N: There we go! Please review and tell me what you think! And if you like it, don't worry: the next chapter will be up soon! ;)

~Ellie