Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. This is a revamp of a story I wrote 5 years ago. Obviously a lot has changed but I feel bad about leaving it hanging where it was so I decided to rewrite it.

Dear Diary,

Do you ever notice how it is a common trope in media to have a poor intellectual scholarship student enter a school where they are surrounded by rich and attractive assholes and somehow despite all their differences they end up becoming intimate friends and all of their dreams come true? People are obsessed with finding an easy fix. Maybe if you hang out around rich people, you too will become rich. Wealth by osmosis. If you ask me, I think that is all a load of crap. I reject the notion that such a phenomenon even exists. So then why am I, a middle class intellectual scholarship student, working so hard to go to the most elite summer camp in the country to spend an entire summer with these rich and attractive assholes.

I want to make it clear that I am not looking for an easy fix in all of this. Nothing in my life has ever been really easy. Not that it matters but I've always sort of done everything on my own. For the first year of my life I had my parents undivided attention. Then just three days after my first birthday, my younger brother was born. The Golden Boy. Right from the beginning he proved to be far more needy than I was. Which is fine. I don't really need anyone waiting on me hand and foot, nor do I want it. Anything I got in life I got by my own hand and that's how I want to be. I don't blame Alfred for anything. With all of the alone time I've had, I've gotten a chance to work on things for myself.

When I was four my parents bought me my first violin. From what my mother tells me I was always humming little tunes or singing when I thought no one was watching me. Of course, once I knew that there was a person there I got too embarrassed and stopped. She and my father felt that by giving me an instrument to channel my musical ability through that maybe I would be able to overcome some of that fear. They were only partially correct. Nevertheless I have continued playing the violin for the past twelve and a half years and it somehow got me a scholarship to the most prestigious summer camp in the country.

Vargas International Summer Camp is the Ivy League of summer camps. Most of the people who go to the camp are the children of families with more money than they know what to do with who decide that, rather than spending quality time with their children over the summer, it would be easier to just send them off to a private facility in upstate New York. But the education there is like nothing else. Many incredibly talented individuals save up to get to go study at HISC or get to go there on a scholarship, all of them far more talented than I am. I knew that the chances of me getting a scholarship were pretty slim until I got a letter in the mail telling me about a special "work study" opportunity at the camp. The fact that the words "work study" were in quotation marks was a little bit suspicious but beggars can't be choosers. I'm going to camp.

Matthew Williams- 6/12/15

"Mattie, we are going to be at the airport in, like, 10 minutes and then I won't get to see you all summer!" Matthew's brother, Alfred, complained. "Put down your dumb journal and talk to me."

"In the almost 16 years of knowing me you have historically not shown a lot of interest in chatting with me. Why is it that now, as I am about to leave for the summer, you suddenly won't shut up?" Matthew softly retorted.

"I do too talk to you. You just only want to talk about boring things so it isn't fun. But you're going to be gone for so long I won't get to talk to you at all. And on my birthday of all days!"

"Might I remind you that I will also be gone for my birthday. And I'm going to camp, not prison. This is a prestigious camp for the wealthy and talented, there is no way they don't have wifi."

"It isn't the same! What if I make a really important discovery in the middle of the night and you aren't online. If you were at home I could just go into your room and tell you in person."

"First of all, and I know I have told you this before, stop coming into my room while I am sleeping. While these discoveries may seem like major finds for you, I would prefer to wait until morning to find out which celebrity you think is secretly an alien or how the xbox one is watching you while you sleep. No one wants to watch you sleep Alfred. You snore like a lawnmower. Secondly I have my cell phone you can always just give me a call if you want to talk, provided it is within normal daylight hours."

"Your brother is going to miss you Matthew, can you try to be a little nicer to him." Their mother cut in. Matthew and Alfred had a tendency to butt heads but usually their arguments would end as harmlessly while they started so it was best to let them just duke it out. Still, they were just about to reach the airport and once they dropped Matthew off it would get goodbye until mid August.

"I'm sorry Al. I know you mean well. But I'm going to be going off to college in just over a year and then you'll be gone too. We need to get used to being a part." Matthew had his heart set on one day being to move to New York and study journalism at Columbia University. The chances of his brother ever joining him in the big apple were slim to none.

"Just promise me you'll call, okay?"

Goodbyes ran a little bit long once they actually reached the airport. By the time Matthew made it to the terminal the flight was already boarding. The plane was crowded but quiet enough that Matthew was able to catch some shut eye. By the time he woke up, the plane had already landed and everyone had gotten off. The people sitting next to him had forgotten that he was even there and the flight attendant had to wake him up. It was justifiably embarrassing. A taxi had been arranged to take him to the camp with some other out of state campers but had left without him. By the time he finally got a taxi and made it to the camp, the opening ceremonies had already began.

The campus was huge. Despite the size, it did look surprisingly like a normal summer camp. Looks could be deceiving and from what he knew of the pictures they had released online, the insides of the buildings were more luxurious than anything he was used to. Still, as he stood at the main gates of the camp, taking everything in for the first time, it truly felt like he was at camp.

That is until out of nowhere a white blob hit him and knocked him to the ground. Typical.

So there you have it. Next chapter should be up soon.