Title: Separation

Rating: K+

Main Pairing: Sibling!AlfredMatthew

Warnings: None

Full Summary: It cost me a hero...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Commentary: This is a one-shot but it has a sequel up titled "Togetherness"

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I looked across my math class, away from the paper I knew I wouldn't finish, to my popular twin brother, Matthew Williams, slacking on doing his work (I can't say much) and talking to half of the class, sending and responding to flirtatious glances and wink. Matt was just so beautiful, so looked up to. He has so many friends while I only had one. A transfer Japanese student named Kiku.

I would say I was angry at Matt or leaving me in the dust, as though he had never needed me for anything. As though he hadn't ever crawled into my bed at night, afraid of the monster's under his bed and outside his window. I would say I was angry at him for forgetting me, but I could never stay mad at Matt for too long.

In reality, I was jealous, and not just of him. I was jealous that he had so many people that liked him. I was jealous that so many people caught his attention when I couldn't. It's funny how in comics and cartoons, the super hero always had people cheering for him, noticing him, loving him, wanting be him. I used to always proclaim how I was an almighty here, but that was a lie wasn't it? I stopped saying it when Dad, Francis and Matt forgot my birthday. I turned back to my forgotten work when Matt looked up.

I would not let him know how much he was hurting me. I will never be that weak.

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I neglected doing my work for math, seeing as I could trick someone into doing it for me. After all, I was the king. On top of the popularity charts. You could just tell, seeing as everyone surrounded me and no one else. I was idol of wealth, beauty and lust. I was no longer the small child I used to be that was afraid of the imaginary monsters I created in my bed. I was on top of the world!

I looked up when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I could see my brother, Al, discretely look down at his paper, as if he was about to attempt math, of which he hated. I frowned a little. Yes, I was on top of the world, but at what cost?

I remember how Al used to always proclaim how he was an almighty hero. He stopped saying it when we forgot his birthday one year. I didn't blame him. I noticed he doesn't smile anymore. I laughed at a joke that wasn't funny. I guess All had heard and looked up. I couldn't stand the look in his eye and turned back to my fans.

Yes, being on top of the world cost me something precious. Something I'm afraid I won't be able to get down fast enough to catch

It cost me a hero.

END

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A/N: So, was it good?

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