"Shit..." Matthew groaned. He was late for school. Again. "Evari, why do you have to wake up so late?"
His 12-year-old sister shrugged. "I was up late."
A small grin spread across his face. "Talking to Coby again?"
She smacked his shoulder. "Mattie! Why must I always be talking to Coby when I'm up late? If you must know, I was working on my new song."
"...About Coby." He was full-on smirking now.
Her eyes seemed to turn blue. "You. Are. A. Bi-"
"You'd better not finish that word." Matthew warned.
"But you curse all the time! Why can't I?" She whined.
"You can take the bus in the mornings if you want from now on. I'm not required to drive you, ya know."
"... Shut up. You wouldn't." Evari didn't sound too sure.
"Get out; we're at your school. I'll see you later." Matthew unlocked the car doors.
She grumbled at him, grabbed her bag and slammed the door behind her.
Matthew watched until her dark black/blue-ish hair disappeared into the doors before heading off again.
As he parked his car in a space pretty far from school, Matthew hoped people wouldn't notice him. They usually didn't, but they did tend to notice him right when he least needed it. But, of course, as he walked past the office...
"ALFRED JONES! Are you late to school again?"
Matthew winced and turned toward the secretary, an Egyptian woman no one could ever remember the name of. (Let alone pronounce it...) "I'm Matthew."
She blanched. "Who?"
He sighed. "Matthew Williams, ma'am."
She blinked in surprise and recognition. "Oh, yes. Sorry about that... You look quite a lot like him."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
"Okay, go on back to class then." She turned back to whatever she was doing before he had interrupted her.
He blinked and headed toward his locker. She hadn't given him a detention slip, and he walked away before she could recall that. Maybe he could go see Evari's concert today after all. She had told him she wrote one of the songs they were going to play...
He was so caught up he didn't notice the person in front of him and bumped into them, falling onto his butt.
"Oof! He squeaked, noticing the person in front of him.
It was the school's 'bad boy,' Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was very well known, especially for the fact that he was an albino. He talked to nobody but Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo. He rejected everyone and everything, and it was common knowledge that he often skipped classes. He also managed to convince the school to let him carry around a little yellow bird. It was often seen snuggled into his hair.
"Hey kid, you okay?" Gilbert looked at him, getting up and dusting himself off before extending a hand to Matthew.
Matthew blinked and took the hand that was extended toward him. "Yeah, thanks."
"I'm Gilbert, and you are...?" Gilbert pulled him up easy.
"I'm Matthew." Muttered the blond.
Cheep. Cheep.
Matthew glanced up at the noise, only to find Gilbert's bird resting in his hair.
Gilbert blinked, then started laughing. (Matthew supposed it was laughing, but it sounded more like a 'Kesese'.) "Gilbird likes you, Birdie! That means you're awesome! Not as awesome as me, of course, but still pretty awesome! You should be my friend! We can do awesome stuff together!"
Matthew looked up at the albino's pleading red eyes. "...Alright." Maybe it would be good to have some friends other than Evari and Coby. (Both of them were younger than him. By 5 years.)
"Come on, Birdie! We're skipping school today!" Gilbert grabbed Matthew's hand and started dragging him. (Matthew noted to never underestimate 'scrawny' people ever again.)
"What?" Matthew tried to stop him, but Gilbert was pretty damn strong.
"You heard me! Now come on, don't be a little stick in the mud like my little bro Ludwig." Gilbert was still dragging Matthew back toward the office.
Matthew was surprised to find out the two were borthers. They were so different.
"Oh, I know Ludwig. I think. He's the one dating that little Italian guy, right?"
"Yeah, Feli's pretty cool. Too obsessed with pasta, though. Now concentrate. Just act normal." Gilbert murmured.
Matthew nodded. Act normal. He could do this.
The two just walked out of the front doors of school. Luckily, no one at the office noticed them. They probably would have been in a shit-load of trouble if that had happened.
Matthew felt the slight adrenaline rush from this. He had never even considered skipping before, and now he wasn't even going to show up to a single one of his classes. Just because someone he had met five minutes ago demanded it.
Well then. That wasn't screwed up at all.
Meh, it's so shooooort. It sucks. (Although, usually I have short first chapters...) So yeah, this'll be my first attempt at PruCan (one of my OTPs.) And a high school AU. And I'll try not to kill anybody. (I usually kill off everyone in fanfictions, it's just my style, I guess. I try not to post those though, especially cuz my last one was very disturbing...) Anyway. I hope you like it, and please R&R~!
((Disclaimer: I in no way own Hetalia. -Yet, anyway-))
~RedWhiteNBlue (Or just call me Sloth. It's a very long story.)