AN: This is my first fanfic in quite a while, so please be nice. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Please no flaming. KThanks.

Chapter 1:

"C'mon, Mattie, move it!" the enthusiastic American boy shouted, trying to shove the other out of the way. "We don't have all day! We have to find the Platform!"
The Canadian boy sighed and rolled his eyes, following the other quietly. "Why don't we just ask someone?" he muttered, but his suggestion was fell upon death ears.
Alfred stopped in front of the wall separating both Platforms. "Huh? I don't understand.. there's only 9 and 10! Where's 9 3/4?" he whispered, frowning at his twin.
"I don't know.. there must be some kind of barrier," he murmured back, pressing his hands to the wall, eyes widening when they went through. ".. You first," he nodded towards his brother, who simply snorted in response and ran through.
Matthew sighed in relief when the other blond simply disappeared, and ran through the barrier right after. He squawked when he suddenly rammed into another boy on the other side, eyes widening as he was sent sprawling. He stuttered quietly, scrambling to pick up the things that he had dropped and standing. "S-Sorry," he began to speak, mouth snapping shut when he was cut off.
"What the hell was that, bastard?" the Italian he had bumped into hissed, picking up his Dark Arts book and brushing it off. "Watch where you're going, why don't you?" he huffed, turning around with his nose pointed towards the sky above.
Matthew let out a heavy sigh before walking towards the train fearfully, having been ditched by his over-excited brother. He kept his head down as he searched for a compartment, sliding open a seemingly empty one and staring at the lone figure that slept there. "... Uhm," he frowned a bit and sat next to the snoring boy, deciding to leave him alone. He curled up into a ball and waited for others to arrive, promptly falling over when the door burst open and a silver-haired boy entered the room, followed by Alfred.
"Mattie! I found you!" the American boy said excitedly, rushing to tightly hug his brother. Matthew sighed and gave him a weak smile, patting him on the head and gently pushing him away.
"Who's this?" he asked quietly, gesturing towards the silver-haired boy.
"That's Gilbert. He's my new best friend!" Alfred grinned, slapping the pale boy's outstretched hand and sitting down across from the Canadian. Gilbert smirked and sat next to Alfred, raising his eyebrows at Matthew.
"Uh, nice to meet you, I guess," he murmured, frowning suspiciously at Gilbert and sighing when three more figures entered the compartment.
It was that same Italian that he had met before, plus a boy that looked like him and a rather husky blonde boy.
"Shut the hell up, you're not getting any chocolate frogs," the grumpy Italian boy confirmed, ignoring the whining of the other. His gaze snapped up, and he scanned the occupants of the room. He seemed to not notice Matthew, choosing to sit next to the sleeping boy with distaste.
The more cheerful Italian skipped over to Gilbert and Alfred. "Ciao!" he chirped, outstretching a hand. "I'm Feli," he introduced, shaking both of their hands and patting the seat next to him. "Ludwig! Over here!" he blond shuffled over and sat next to him, looking rather annoyed.
Lovino finally took notice of Matthew and narrowed his eyes. "Not you again," he sighed, turning his cheek the other way and crossing his arms. "I'm not speaking to a mudblood."
The compartment went dead silent as the last word was spoken, and all eyes shifted towards Lovino.