Summary: A diary is a sanctuary where one can express their own, true feelings without fear of prosecution. That is, unless your nosey brother rips out a couple pages and makes photocopies...
--- Rated M for future chapters. Sorry, no smut as of yet. D: Franada~
Disclaimer: I own not the marvelous wonder that is Axis Powers Hetalia, but believe me, if I did…Well, let's not get into that.
Note: Yes, I know, another High School AU. But you know what? It's 11:00 at night, and I'm an 89 year old man. So I like to think that my lack of creativity can be at least a little excusable.
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Today was probably what a lot of people pictured as the perfect day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were out singing their pretty songs, and it was a warm, 72° degrees. Yup, the perfect day to go outside, and just have some fun in the sun.
Unless you were a certain, blonde haired boy, cuddled up under the covers in an attempt to hide from the bright, flaming gas ball up in the sky, and its horrible devil rays. Normally, the boy liked the sun; especially when it was just peeking through overcast clouds, something that he found to be absolutely breathtaking. Today, however, the sun was merely a sign. A sign that his summer was coming to an end, and that soon, he would have to go back to waking up much too early (Ok, so 6:45 isn't exactly 'early' per say…but it was to him, at least!), trudging his way through the cold, morning weather all the way to the dreaded building of public education. Not that he minded school, as much as he minded having to be around all the people.
Yes, the blonde one wasn't what you would call a people person. It wasn't that he didn't like people in general, just that he didn't really know much of anyone at the school. That is, besides his older brother and all…what was it, 3 of his friends?
He heard a rustling besides his bed, and slid his head out from under the covers, poking his eyes over the side. Although everything was blurry, due to the sleep still in his eyes, as well as not having his glasses on, he could make out a head of messy, brunette locks. They belonged to (what looked like) a boy, around the same age as him, who was sleeping right next to his bed on the floor. The head moved to the side, and he saw a couple of eyes open, revealing 2 brownish colored orbs. His squinted eyes widened a bit, before he remembered what (or rather who) it was that was looking up at him.
"Mooooorrrning, Mattie-cakes~!" The blond squeezed his eyes shut at the loud noise coming from below him, before letting out a long, exaggerated groan of displeasure.
"Aaauuuuuggghhh….Don't remind me it's morning, okay Feli-Belly?" The blond made an attempt to roll closer to the edge of his bed, closer to the side where the Italian was laying, but he ended up getting tangled up in the blankets, and before he knew it, he had fallen off the safety that was his bed, and onto the floor. Not without first landing on his friend, of course. He heard a loud "Oof" noise, before rolling over once more, further tangling himself in the warm blankets. He felt himself fall of his friends body and land on the hard, carpeted floor. He liked to think that the carpet might cushion his blow, but sadly, the placebo effect didn't work as well with carpets as it did with band-aids.
"Ow…Matty, how about getting up and stepping over me, instead of just rolling on top of me next time, okay?" Feliciano sat up, rubbing his sore midsection before looking over at the pile of blankets laying next to him, a few locks of blonde hair sticking out from the top of the rolled up sheets. He crawled over to it and unwrapped the mass of cloth, revealing the skinny blond boy that was trapped in its depths. He grabbed Matthew's arm and hoisted him up into sitting position, then gently shook his shoulders. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and pasta!"
Matt just sat there for a second, allowing his friend to shake him for a while before he finally managed to fully wake up. He slid Feli's hands off his shoulders and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He blinked a few times to get his eyes a little adjusted to the light, then felt around the top of his bedside table before locating his glasses. After sliding the metal frames onto his face, he looked up at the now standing Italian boy, and grabbed the hand outstretched to him before hoisting himself up. He groaned once more before walking into the hallway of the apartment he shared with his brother. He headed towards the bathroom to get ready, only to get run over and knocked down onto his butt.
"Hey, you guys okay!? I heard a loud noise, so I came to investigate!" Alfred Williams looked down at his younger brother, before leaning down to inspect him. "Hmm…no scratches, no bruises…Alright, looks like I successfully managed to protect you! You should thank me you know." He winked at Matt, and gave a big, toothy grin.
"But…you didn't do anything besides knock him down in the first place!" Feli giggled and maneuvered himself into the hall, standing next to the taller American.
"As long as he isn't hurt, then I've protected him. So hmph." Al simply turned his head away and pointed his nose in the air in a snooty manner, while the brunette just laughed some more.
"So are either of you two going to help me up, or am I just going to lay here for the next couple of hours?" Matt frowned and looked at the two expectantly, arms crossed over his chest.
Feliciano and Alfred just looked at each other, then back at Matt, then at each other, then back at Matt, before smiling and walking away. Feliciano skipped towards the kitchen, singing the "I'm going to make breakfast" song he always sang whenever he slept over, and Al just walked back into his room, a smirk plastered on his already smug looking face. Matt sat there for a second before clinging to the wall and lifting himself up off of the floor. He continued on his journey to the bathroom, looking around just in case something else wanted to impede his attempt to get ready for the last day of summer. The thought made the Canadian frown once more. The thought of school being so close made him unhappy, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
After making it to the bathroom with minimal injuries, he turned on the lights and took a look in the mirror. He looked like he usually did in the mornings; hair messy and unkempt, glasses askew, frown on his face. Needless to say, he wasn't a morning person. He grabbed his hair brush and ran it all over his head a few times. His hair was now neatly brushed, but after a few seconds, a long, curly strand of hair popped out of place. He could almost hear the 'poink' sound in his head after it happened. It was always the same strand of hair that was out of place. No matter what he did to try to get it to stick to his head with the rest of his hairs, it always just flew back to its previous position after a few seconds. After a while, he just gave up and learned to deal with it. He looked at his body in the mirror. He was wearing one of his gray Phys Ed shirts from last year, as well as a pair of blue ducky pajamas. His brother had always wondered why Matt wanted that specific pair, out of all the other ones, and had asked a couple of times. Matt would just look his brother in the face and shrug, saying "Why not?"
He brushed his teeth and made it out of the bathroom, where the scent of food hit his nostrils. His stomach made a loud, grumbling noise, as if the monster that lived in his tummy could sense food, and wanted to burst out of his chest, like in that movie "Alien." Or like in the fourth book in the Twilight series (or so he had heard). He never understood what people found so interesting about sparkly vampires and Mary Sues. He mentally shrugged before walking into the kitchen/living room/dining room/family room/entrance. His apartment was a tiny one, but it worked just fine for him and Al (and whoever slept over.)
Feli-Belly was standing in front of the stove, humming to himself. He looked back, and upon seeing Matt, he smiled, and with a sing-song voice asked "Guess what I'm cooking for breakfast~?" Matt just looked at the brunette, then uttered the word 'Pasta' after a few seconds. Feli scratched his head and smiled. "Am I that predictable?"
"It's the only think you make for breakfast at my house...as well as the only thing you make for lunch. And dinner…" The brunette just simply shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his pasta. Al was sitting on the couch, Gamecube controller in his hands, staring at the TV screen. The blond Canadian walked over and plopped down onto the couch next to his sibling. He watched as his brother played.
"You wanna play?" Al asked, not even so much as glancing at the other boy, his eyes fixated on the screen as he watched his character move around on the screen.
It took Matt a few seconds before he realized what his brother was playing. "Mario Party? Uh, sure." He picked up a spare controller and plugged it into the small, purple cube before walking back to the couch.
"Alright. But you have to play as Princess Daisy. Not that you'll mind much, I assume?" His brother smirked. Although his brother would never admit it, he always liked to play as Daisy. Matt just blushed and nodded his head. Feliciano walked over to them, 2 plates of pasta in his hands, trying to balance a third one on his elbow. They sat around, eating pasta, playing games, and laughing for a few hours.
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Before they had even realized it, the summer sun was already starting to set, the birds went back to their nests, and Mario Party had gotten pretty boring. Matt looked at the digital clock on the TV box. It read "6:49" in bright, green digital letters. He couldn't believe that the last day of summer, the last day of his freedom had managed to slip by so fast. Feli had left his house an hour or so ago, and now it was just him and his older brother sitting on the couch, watching as telly's screen flickered as characters went back and forth, doing their daily business as set by the writers of whatever show it was. They sat like that for a while, before Al got up and walked to his room.
"Haha, I almost forgot your present." He grinned and disappeared into the depths on his room, leaving Matt to sit on the couch and wonder what he could've meant by 'presant.' His brother had a very…odd way of buying him rather…odd things whenever he felt that he should buy Matt a present. Once before, his brother had gifted him with a douche, telling him that "Maybe if he cleaned it out, he wouldn't be so cranky all the time in the mornings." Matt was mad about it for a couple hours, but he remembered that that just was how Al was. He laughed at the memory. Although he told Al he threw the feminine cleansing product away a while ago, it was hidden somewhere, deep in his closet. It may have been a douche, but it was a present none the less, and Matt wasn't the kind of person that felt comfortable trashing anything someone gave to him as a 'present.'
After a few minutes, Al walked out, holding something behind his back, a smug grin on his face. He held out a green wrapped package out in front of him, about the size of a book. Matt sat there, thinking about what it could have been. A book perhaps? Maybe…but if it was, it was probably some dirty hentai manga. He hesitantly grabbed the wrapped objects from his brother's waiting hands, and slowly opened it up, treating it like a bomb. He slid out a small, pink book, covered in lace and flowers. In big, curly, purple letters in the middle of the cover, it read "Her First Diary." Matt blushed a deep shade of crimson and looked up at his brother.
"W-what is this?"
"It's a diary. I figured you might want to record this year, and then keep it as a memory, so one day, when you're pregnant with your boyfriends child, you can look back in it and think…'What the hell went wrong with my life?" Al simply grinned and walked back into his room, chuckling as he went.
Matt simply sat there for a while, staring at the frilly pink abomination of a book. Although the thought of keeping a diary had crossed his mind a few times, he never thought he would be able to keep up with it. But now that he had one (ugly and embarrassing as it may be), he might be able to. He walked back to his room and opened a drawer, pulling out a pen. He opened the book to the first page. The stationary was pink, and bordered with flowers of all sorts of colors. He sighed loudly, contemplating whether or not he actually wanted to go through with it. After a couple minutes of thinking, he shrugged his shoulders and began to write.
August 27th, 2009
Dear Diary,
…I feel like you should have a name. 'Dear Diary' just sounds so…lame. How about…Mrs. Finkleton? Yes, that should do it. Well…this is my first of (hopefully) many entries within you. Today…I sat around and played video games and eating pasta with Feli and Al. I don't understand why Feli has such an odd love of pasta. Maybe it's because he's Italian?...That's just a really bad stereotype though…Oh well. I guess I don't have much else to write here for now. Maybe there will be more to write about tomorrow? Hmm…who knows.
Sincerely,
Matthew Williams
He sighed and shut the bright pink diary, placing it in a drawer in his nightstand. Mrs. Finkleton? Really? Well, he couldn't change it after dubbing her with that name, so she was officially stuck with the title. He shook his head and went onto his computer. He surfed around for a few hours, logging on to check this and that, reading a few FMLs (silly waitress and her 'dirty money') then looked at the clock. 10:23. He sighed and walked to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and combing his hair, he made his way back to his room and hopped into bed. He turned off his lamp and shut his eyes, hoping that his sleep would be a long, eventful one, filled with dreams. As he slowly drifted off to slumberland, he pondered what the first day of school could possibly be like. Or…more like what could possibly go wrong on the first day of school. Which then lead to the thought of what would go wrong on the first day of school. Which then lead him to the thought of what Alfred would do to make something go wrong on the first day of school. Before Matthew had time to contemplate, however, he had already fallen fast asleep, breathing softly as the last few hours before school slipped by like papers caught in the wind. And before he could even fathom, it would already be 6:45 in the morning, and he would have to get up, and get ready for his first day of hell. Or, rather school. But that would come in due time. After sleep, that is…
Ok, before you say anything, I ask that you go back up to the top and read my note explaining my failures as a writer.
I would absolutely love it if you could give me any spare constructive critism you have laying around; pretty much anything to help improve me as a writer. Flames are more than welcome as well. All it'll do is just help save on my heating bill, non~?
And I know that there wasn't too much character interaction in this chapter, but it'll get better next chapter~ I promise.
One last note - Yes, I know it's winter. But you know what? I missed summer. So sue me. :P
