This is my firt Hetalia fanfiction^^ I hope it isn't that bad~
I hope you enjoy reading it^^
I don't own Hetalia~
"Wake up, Alfred. School will gonna start soon." Matthew Williams said, while shaking on his brothers shoulder, but the older teen groaned shortly and told his brother he would get up in five minutes.
The Canadian sighed. Alfred F. Jones was a hopeless case when it came to rising early. Sure, Matthew liked his sleep, too, especially when a certain someone kept him awake almost the whole night.
"Well, the world will have to live without its hero today, won't it?" The American jumped out of his bed immediately after his younger brother had spoken the word 'Hero'.
"Hahaha, you're wrong Mattie! The world would go down if I wouldn't be there, and the HERO won't let that happen!" The boy yelled, his hair messy from sleep.
"Since you are awake now, I've prepared some pancakes. Please come down when-" The boy with a bit longer, sandy, blond hair didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, because his older brother (older by 5 minutes) had stormed out of his room and ran down the stairs.
Matthew followed after Alfred and went into the dining room to find the American already sitting at the table. "Don't you make a little too much fuss because of some pancakes?"
As if he had said some weird spell, there was another person sitting at the table.
"Did you just say Pfannkuchen? They are almost as awesome as the awesome me!" Gilbert Beilschmidt declared loudly.
"Eh, Gilbert, how did you get inside our house?" The Canadian asked in a very quiet voice, even though he had intended to sound loud. The albino laughed.
"Kesese, Mattie, du solltest wissen, dass ich meine Methoden habe!" said the Prussian (even though everyone knew Gilbert was just a German) in his native language.
Alfred turned his head to the German. "Who are you talking to?" The American asked the white haired boy. Matthew hit his forehead with one of his hands and the albino groaned.
"Alfred be serious for once in your life! How can you possibly forget your awesome-but-not-as-awesome-as-me Bruder?" Gilbert sounded a little bit annoyed. But who wouldn't in the presence of the American.
"Ah, Mattie, I didn't notice you standing there." Alfred grinned his usual 'I'm the hero' grin, showing his perfect white teeth.
The Canadian sigehd again, then made his way to the kitchen. He could hear the talk his brother had with the Prussian boy.
"Do you think we'll have some new students this year?" The American asked.
"Who cares? The won't be as awesome as the awesome me is!"
"I care!" Matthew could hear the grin on his twin brothers face (if that was possible). "They would be lost, if the hero didn't show them around"
Matthew was done with the pancakes and carried two plates full of them to te dining room. He returned a few minutes later with another plate with a stack full of the delicious food in his one hand and a bottle of maple syrup in his other hand.
The three of them ate while chatting about this and that. When they had finished their breakfast the older twin took the dirty platetes and took them to the sink.
Somehow Gilbert had vanished as fast as he appeared, but the two brothers would see him at school together with their other friends.
The twins had finally reached the school and Alfred ran off to greet Kiku Honda, a boy from Japan who was the same age as him and Matthew.
The Japanese pointed out the bump on the American's head who rubbed it lightly and laughed.
"That was because of one of my heroic acts!"
Alfred saw a blond head from the corner of his eyes. He turned around to look at the boy. The first thing he noticed were the boys big eyebrows.
"What's that on your face?" asked the American, while poking the said eyebrows. The boy seemed slightly irritated but the sandy blond didn't notice.
The blonde with forest green eyes glared at the other. "Stop that, you sodding git. Don't you have better things to do than annoying a new pupil?"
"I knew you were a new student!" said Alfred with his infamous grin.
"No, I actually am a new pupil." The Briton said.
"Ah I see, you are from Britain, ain't ya? I like your accent." The glasses wearing blond smiled goofily, when the other boy blushed.
"Don't say stuff like that, you wanker." Now that Alfred thought about it, Arthur's blush looked more like one of rage than one of ebarrassment.
"What's your name?" asked the American but the green eyed blonde glared at Alfred.
"Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to ask for another person's name, without you having introduced yourself first?" The boy with thick eyebrows turned around and walked´to the school building. Alfred stood at the same place for some time and ran after the other male.
"Wait!" yelled the American while following the new student at Hetalia High School, leaving a startled Japanese behind. "It was nice seeing you again, Jones-san." said Kiku in his monotone voice.
"The name is Alfred F. Jones, 17 years old and the hero of the whole world. I'm also captain of the school's football team." The American grinned like he usually did. The Briton raised one of his enormous eyebrows.
"Arthur Kirkland, 18 years old and the former captain of my old school's football team."
The American smiled happily. "So you have football in Britain, too? I thought you only played soccer or cricket or something like that. You don't look like the type of guy to play football though..." he said, obviously not noticing that Arthur thought of soccer while speaking of football.
The Briton glared at the other. His green eyes seemed very cold. If looks could kill, Alfred would have died the very second Arthur had started to glare.
"I'm not talking about American football, you twat. And what do you mean with 'I don't look like the type'? Are you saying I look weak? Maybe you think that because you have broader shoulders than me or ist it because you are a head taller than me?" The boy looked angry all the time he had yelled at Alfred.
The glasses wearing male smiled sheepishly. "Sorry Artie. I didn't mean it like that. You … just look like you would do other kinds of sports…" the American said, trying to sound nice. Then two arms wrapped around Arthur and another blond with wavy, hair and blue eyes appeared.
"Yes, bed sport." The one speaking was Francis Bonnefoy, same age as the Briton, who pushed the French off of him. "Damn it, Francis! I've told you to stop hugging me, so why won't you listen to me for once in your life?"
"Ah, but mon cher, your body is just so small and fragile that the feeling to hug you overcame me again. We haven't seen each other for a long time, non?" The French student was known for his attempts to get into everyone's pants. He even tried to seduce Matthew once. Thinking of Matthew, where was the Canadian?
Lost in his train of thoughts (well that's new) Alfred din't notice the two other blondes took the chance to enter the building in front of the American. A hand poked the glasses wearing boy and he looked around to find the said hand. He realized it was his brother, who had tried to get his brothers attention for about five minutes.
"Alfred, we're going to be late, if we don't hurry up…" said the Canadian slightly annoyed.
"Mattie, there you are! I have wondered where you have been. You just vanished when we arrived at the school grounds. But don't worry, the hero found you!" Alfred laughed out loud, annoying his brother even more as they walked into the school building.
That's the first chapter! Please review and tell me what you think about it.^^
Some words:
Pfannkuchen - pancakes (German Pfannkuchen are not as thick as normal pancakes. They are kind of like crepes. You can eat them with sweet stuff or with minced meat or whatever you like xD)
Kesese, Mattie, du solltest wissen, dass ich meine Methoden habe! - Kesese, Mattie, you should know that I have my methods!