Hey guys! Here's another fan-fiction! This is another Hetalia fan-fiction, but with a small twist! I understand that I am using their human names, but it makes more sense to me~!
The world we live in is a cruel place. We are bound to Earth and given the hardships of debt, pain, hate, vengeance, hunger, all of it. However, there are some things that we live for that are even worse than that…
"-thew," "-atthew," "Matthew!" Francis called. I heard a very distinct voice calling my name. I blinked my eyes a few times making out who it was. "Good morning, Francis. How are you?" I asked in a mellow voice. He grabbed me by the hood of my red jacket and dragged me out of my bedroom. "Get up! We have work to do. C'mon, you know this! Don't be like your brother!" he said to me with a somewhat irritated tone. There he goes again, comparing me to my brother. "I'm getting up. Where are we going today, anyway?" I asked him. Francis said nothing, and he walked out like I had said nothing at all.
After a few minutes, Francis pulled the car around front, and I got in the backseat of the car. We drove for what seemed like forever, but as we reached our destination, it became clear. "Francis, where are you taking us?" I asked anxiously. We drove up to an all boys reform school. What is the meaning of this!? "Get out, now," Francis spoke without hesitation. I was so confused, and I felt betrayed. "What is the meaning of this, Francis!? Why am I here!?" I plead with him for answers. He simply looked at me with anger and hate. "I am disappointed in you. You are nothing but a vile, helpless child!" he said. I felt my vision blur with tears. On the ground, I compressed the dirt in my hands. The keepers of the school walked to the car, and the two commanding police officers grabbed my arms on both sides and escorted me away to the dark palace like prison. Just like that, Francis left the reform school, leaving me here with no explanation.
"Welcome to the establishment. I am the director and principle of this school, and I believe you are Matthew Williams, is that correct?" This man was tall, wearing a blue ironed suit. His hair was short, but not too short, and he carried a clipboard with him. Despite having a tall figure, he had a very odd sound to his voice. I felt almost relieved. "Yes. That would be correct." I answered. He did not change his look towards me. It was still cold and dreary. A few moments later, he asked one of the officers to look for someone. "Sir, here he is." the officer replied.
The man standing before me wore a uniform of black shorts, a black, long-sleeved button up shirt that was hidden by a grey sweater vest with an emblem on the left of the chest. "Matthew this is the dorm president and your roommate, Lukas Bondevik. Lukas this is Matthew Williams. He is our newest student; I hope that you will treat him with respect, and show him how things go around here." he replied. The boy nodded, bowed, and then escorted him across the hall. "Let's go. I'll show you around, but I'll explain the rules only once, so listen carefully." he explained. "This school, yes, is a reform school; however, it is also a getaway for those children who are neglected and have no place to call home." he explained.
This is the first chapter for this series! Please, favorite, and review!