Oh hey look I decided to write and post some decent fanfic crap.

I got bored and I was reading through a buncha fanfics where Canada snaps and goes all crazy and shizz-flips, so I decided to try and make one big complicated story of my own that will eventually, confusingly go into that~! x3

As in, it's probably going to take forever to get into the actual plot I have in mind.

Anyway...

I don't own Hetalia. Unfortunately. D:

I never really did understand my brother that much. He was always shy, and quiet. He always kept to himself. He always tried to stay away from the world, locking himself in his room with a gigantic pile of homework and a bottle of maple syrup. Even when we were little kids, he always kept everything bottled up. He never let anyone see if he was hurting. He never let anyone know of the pent up anger he was holding back. He was always ready to explode with all of these emotions held back, even though he always kept that calm, quiet face. He wasn't always like that. Before it all went downhill, he was pretty open and secure to everyone. But things changed.

He was never really noticed, and he never spoke out against it. The only one who ever seemed to notice he existed was me. Even our older 'brothers' never really seemed to notice him, or they mistook him for me and yelled at him. Our parents never really noticed that much either, for a little while. Of course, that changed once he broke the expensive vase in our living room.

I never really did understand how my brother could deal with all of this coming at him at once.

And then I realized something.

The anger, the sorrow, the neglect, it all left scars on him. He kept it all back, never wanting to tell anyone anything.

And this is what leads me to believe, that my brother, Matthew Williams, is a murder.

And that is what lead me to accept that goods times don't last forever.

Good Times

"Hey, Mattie!" A short, blonde haired boy of around the age of five came bounding around the corner, a baseball clutched firmly in his left hand. "Come outside and play catch with meeee!"

'Mattie' looked up timidly from the book he was reading, fidgeting slightly. He sighed, setting the old brown book down beside him. "Alfred…you know I can't." He replied, pouting.

Alfred frowned, walking inside the warm living room. A huge TV sat on a wooden shelf, books and DVD's sitting underneath it. A soft brown, fat couch was in the middle of the room, facing the TV and covered in squishy pillows. "Why noooot?" The older brother whined, sitting down beside the younger of the two brothers. He poked him in the arm playfully, hoping for a response from the boy.

"Because I have a cold Alfred. Did you forgot?" Matthew sniffled slightly, rubbing his nose with the back of his sleeve. His nose was red and swollen, and his voice was quieter than usual.

"Mattie's sick? W-why didn't you tell anyone? Are you okay?" Alfred blurted out, grabbing his brother by the wrist and proceeding to drag him out of the room and up a set of stairs. "Mooom! Mattie's siiiiick!"

"Mom's not home, Al-" A quiet sneeze interrupted the statement. "-fred…" The young boy used his free arm to pry his wrist from Alfred's grip. "And I'm fine! Really! There's no need to panic. It's just a common cold…"

"A kohld? What's that?" Alfred asked, staring at his brother inquisitively. "Is it like some kind of brain-controlling disease from another planet?" He asked, his voice rising in panic again.

Matthew promptly facepalmed. "No…it's when your nose gets all runny and your head feels stuffy. You usually get it from someone else or from being outside in the cold too long…" Knowing the snow-loving boy, the cause of his sickness was probably the latter of the two situations.

Alfred smiled goofily after his brother's explanation. "Oh yeah! I've had onea those before!" He then frowned, grabbing his brother by the wrist again and dragging him back into the living room. "Mom said it's good to rest up when you have a cold, so sit on the couch and sleep and stuff!" He released his brother's arm and pointed at the couch.

"But I'm not ti-"

"No buts! I don't want my brother getting his brain turned to mush by some alien disease!" Matthew looked at his brother, opened his mouth to protest, but decided against it. It would probably just end up with a full blown argument over aliens and hockey.

Again.

The violet-eyed boy sighed in defeat, climbing up on top of the tan couch and squirming slightly, before sinking into the soft cushions beneath him. He was surprised at Alfred jumping up on too, sitting beside him, turning the large TV on. He handed his younger brother a sleek, white X-Box controller and smiled. "Video games always make me feel better when I'm sick!" He announced happily, waving his feet up and down in front of him.

"But you just said to…"

"Yeah, I can't sleep either when I'm sick and stuff. So we're gunna play Left for Dead!"

Matthew cringed at the name, having heard it too many times before. Zombies. It was a zombie game. Matthew hated zombies. He was mortally terrified of them as well, virtual or not. "A…Al-fred…you know we're not 'posed to get into our brother's stuff while they're gone…"

"They're at cala…collo…"

"Collage?"

"That. They're at collage, so who's gunna care?" Alfred smirked triumphantly. His elder brothers were gone. His mother was out. Dad still wasn't back. Honestly, who wouldn't take up the opportunity to steal a little gaming time that was something other than Super Mario Bros.! Of course, he excepted Mattie to try and ruin his fun.

He excepted him too, anyway.

"…Umm…I…err…" A loud, defeated sigh came from Matthew. "I guess you're right. It…it can't hurt to play for a little bit, could it?" He gave his twin a half-hearted grin.

Alfred's jaw dropped, and his hand promptly moved to Matthew's forehead. "Y-you're crazy! Sick! W-who are you and what have you done with Mattie?" He started shaking his brother by the sweater. "MAAATTTIEEEEE!"

"Al-Alfred! C-calm down! You…you're choking me!" Matthew blurted out. He panicked, and slapped his brother without thinking. Alfred released his grip out of shock and reaction. He rubbed his cheek timidly where his brother had just backhanded him. "Gah! I-I'm sorry Alfred! I don't know …you're…laughing." The blonde haired boy stared dumbfounded at his older brother, with an expression that clearly stated a sheer state of WTFness.

"Hahaha! You're so weird Mattie! You really ARE sick!"

"…H-huh?" The younger of the two had that innocent, 'I don't know what you're talking about look' on his face.

"Don't gimmie that stupid 'I don't know what you're talking about loook~"

"Alfred, what are you going on about?"

"You just said that you'd play a zombie game with me, you just slapped me, and you started talking in a voice louder than a whisper. Yup, you're definitely sick!"

Matthew facepalmed again. "I thought you meant there was something wrong with me I didn't notice…"

"But there is!"

"I meant something serious."

"This IS serious!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever…so we are going to play the stupid game or not?"

"You know it! …But you're still weird."

"It's just a video game!"

"Still. You just agreed to play a ZOMBIE video game with me."

"I know."

"Zombie. Game. Matthew. Matthew. Hates. Zombies."

"I heaaard you it's not that big a deal y'know."

"Zom-bie. Zooombie. As in, RAAAAWR, I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FLESH AND BRAAAAINS~" Alfred stuck his arms out stiffly in front of him, chanting 'brains' in a monotone voice, getting a slap in the head as payment. Matthew laughed, and Alfred joined in soon after.

"Stupid Alfred. You know zombies don't rawr."

After the whole, It's-The-End-Of-The-World-Mattie's-Playing-A-Zombie-Game ordeal and grabbing a box of tissues from the bathroom for the runny nose of Matthew, the two brothers got down to 'serious buisness'. Zombies fell left and right, being shot down by the skilled boys with ease. Though the zombies DID occasionally get the advantage on the two though, managing to form a small horde. But the twins had already devised a strategy for those kinds of events. One boy would distract the zombies for as long as possible, while the other swooped in dramatically, killing them off with the sidekick's help.

The two continued 'practicing their zombie apocalypse survival skills' for the next two hours, before hunger butted it's ugly rear into the situation.

Alfred frowned, poking his stomach as it growled. "I'm huuuungry…" He whined, drooling as his mind wandered to the land of McDonalds.

The violet-eyed boy beside him nodded in agreement. "Me too…Wasn't Mom going to the store?"

"Yeah, I think she said something about that earlier…shouldn't she have been back by now?"

That caused Matthew to squeak in terror. "Y…you don't think something bad happened to her, do you?" He asked, pulling a piece of his hair, clearly frustrated.

"Nah, she's probably just out with her friends again…" Alfred replied, patting his brother on the back. "You worry alot, didja know that? You worry me with you worrying about everyone all the time!" Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but only got a small noise out before his brother cut in, jumping off the couch and heading into the kitchen. "Anyways, if we're hungry we can always get some cereal or something until Mom brings us some REAL food." He replied, walking into the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge, and stood up on the purple stool they had for the two twins and reached up as far as his arm could reach. He jumped up, grabbed a box of Cheerios, and landed on the floor beside the stool, scooting it away from the door with his foot.

Alfred then proceeded back to the living room, hopped back on the couch, and grabbed a handful of cereal before offering the box to his brother. "Frease tell me ou don't hafta eat these wiff maple syrup too." He commented sarcastically with a mouth full of food, rolling his eyes as he continued chewing.

"H-Hey! I just like maple syrup! It's good! I don't eat it with everything!" Matthew replied, taking two or three fluffy bits of flour for himself, dropping them into his mouth and chewing slowly. "Thanks for getting the cereal, by the way." He added, having to wipe his nose off with his sleeve again, as it refused not to be runny and dripping with snot.

"No problem! Your sick, so I don't want you to halfta strain yourself doing something you shouldn't be doing. Besides, I'm the hero! That's my job!" Alfred gave his brother a cheesy grin.

Matthew sighed, and smiled. Alfred might be annoying sometimes with his hero speeches and rants about his favorite cartoon characters, but his brother was really a nice guy. He always tried to help out when he could. He was bright minded, though he rarely showed or used any intelligence. He was funny, and even though he always seemed to make a mess wherever he went, he could always brighten the mood around any situation. Matthew loved his brother for these reasons.

But one thing made Alfred stick out from the rest to Matthew.

Alfred was the only one who seemed to acknowledge that Matthew Williams even existed.

Oh hey look, there's the first chapter! Confusing, wasn't it?

I tried keeping everyone in character...e.o I think I screwed up with Canada.

Oh well.

LET'S ALL ASSUME MATTIE HATES ZOMBIES. AND LET'S ALSO GO WITH THE FACT THAT CANADA AND AMERICA ARE TWINS EVEN THOUGH THEY AREN'T (I think) BUT I LOVE THEM MORE AS TWINS.

Yeaaah not going to use country names until like...later.

If this story ever comes to a later. x3

And if this story ever does come to a later, everyone's going to have NORMAL HUMAN PARENTS

Oh noes! D:

x3 TO BE CONTINUED.

MAYBE.