Wooo! This idea has been bouncing around my head for a while now!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the hetalia characters
This is only the intro, and there is nothing really going on, but! It is necessary.
Warning: This is a M rated fic. This is for curing, Yaoi and France.
Characters in this chapter: Mathew/ Canada
Parings in this chapter: N/A
I guess this story really begins when I was 11 years old, and moving from Ontario to New York. It was on the way to the new house, and the sweltering heat of summer was getting to me. With the window rolled down and the air blowing in my face I took part in my favorite activity- people watching. As I watched all the people as we drove by, I couldn't help but laugh. They were all so different from what I was used to. The droning of my parents entered my head.
My papa and mama where discussing their new jobs to each other, kind of forgetting I was there but that does not matter. I really didn't care, at this point I was so angry at my parents for taking me away from my life in Canada. As I watched all the cars pass by, I thought about my life in Canada. The hockey tournaments, the amusement parks, the food. Maple how I missed poutine!
Now, you are probably wondering why my family moved from the beautiful country that is Canada to here, and I have two words for you, THE JONES.
The Jones are my cousins who live in America that I barley know. The Jones family, until recently included my Uncle Sam, my Aunt Susan, and my cousin Alfred. We rarely go see them and they rarely come to see us. You see, my Aunt Susan decided to leave my Uncle Sam. My Uncle Sam had a mental breakdown and called his sister begging to help him while he went through the divorce. You might be asking "What the hell does this have to do with you" and I have asked my self that question many times and only one answer came to mind. My mom is too nice of a sister. Seriously.
Now back to the reason why I am telling you this. We started to cross into the ghetto part of town, and that is when I saw it. With tacky neon blue paint chipping off its walls, and a puke orange light up sign proclaiming to the world "MAGIK MUSIC RECORDS." I was introduced to the neighborhood music store, that by the looks of it had been around since the 70's and was losing business. Probably to other music places like Apple or whatever. It was probably the worst store name I had ever heard, and it was atrocious looking.
My parents started to talk to me about my new school that I was to be startig with my cousin , and how this was a perfect chance to make more friends. They also told me that my school did have a hockey team but I would have to wait till high school to join. As they were saying this my mom looked out the window and with a shout warned me to stay away from this part of town. But they didn't have to worry about that, I was a obedient child that at this point, had no friends in the country. Why would they have to warn me I remember thinking, I wouldn't go down to this part of town if you payed me. Seriously, I was a baby. If only I would have known how big of an impact this record shop would play in my life. Maybe I would have payed more attention to it then.
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