Okay I want to write this story before it gets away from my mind…hope you like it and note that this is pure imagination.

Hetalia doesn't belong to me…and humans names are use.

Tittle: I Never Knew

Summary: Let's pretend that Matthew didn't grab that pen; let's pretend that Matthew didn't write that letter and let's pretend that the letter was read…USxCan

Prologue:

Matthew always has been shy, and because of that he didn't have friends. When he was send by his uncle to the institution when his mother died two years ago he didn't said a single word. He was invisible to the rest of his classmates, something that hurt him deeply because he was already rejected by his own family. That's why he was send to the place on the first place. But, even after all that he had experience during his short life, he really wanted to have at least a friend that he could share his story and take away few of the weight he had on his shoulder, but no matter how hard he tried his efforts were in vain. He really wanted a friend, but he didn't want to do things that could hurt him even more.

When he noticed that all his hopes were vanishing away he decided that he would give up on his efforts of making a friend; that's when he saw a light at the end of the tunnel. His constant struggling grabbed the attention of two people inside of the institution; the brothers in charge of the cleaning. The Italian brothers, Romano and Feliciano, and since that day the three of them have been really good friends. Since that day he hasn't care about someone else. Of course being at the status that he is now he shouldn't have friends such as the Italian brothers, but he doesn't care, they are his only friends inside that hypocrite institution and the people inside of it. They are really good friends, they see each other when the brothers serve the dinner to the headmasters and students, but when that happen they barely exchange words only a small piece of paper that the brothers have written to tell Matthew about the world outside those dark walls. Matthew really enjoyed the stories that those two always bring to cheer him up, even though some of them came from under their sleeves because Matthew couldn't understand them. They were really good friends and he didn't want anyone else to be in his world.

He only thinks about being eighteen and ask the fortune of his mother and run away from Switzerland with his only friends, that if his uncle and evil cousins have wasted it in unnecessary things. But, apart for that he was happy, really happy, he didn't have one no, he had two friends that were the best. He couldn't ask for nothing more. He enjoyed his life. Though, they have to keep their friendship in secret because if any of the headmasters learn about it, the ones that would suffer the consequences were going to be his friends and not him due his mother family name "Williams".

That day was Friday and it was around September, winter hasn't even started yet, but it was cold, really cold compared to last year. Maybe it was because of the institution location, on Switzerland. That day Romano and Feliciano did their daily chores, they serve breakfast; arrange the books of the library that were scatter around during the classes and now they were cleaning the rooms. Being the close friends they are they always started with Matthew's room.

"Did you hear about the new student from America? That makes two and one more cleaning to Feliciano" that question circled around Matthew's head for minutes. He was surprise that a person from America was going to study on the institution and what Romano meant by two is that Matthew is the only one on that institution to come from that continent, until now. "~ve Me? Anyway Matthew are going to class?"

Matthew really hates when the times flies when his around his friends, but if he doesn't show himself to class he will be punish like most of the classmates that skip sometimes and he didn't blame them, the classes were boring, sometimes too. But, he had to admit that he was curious to find out about the student. Why he was here? What's his story? What's his name? Or is a girl of a boy? He wanted the answer of those questions, that's why he was the first to arrive to the class and little by little the room fill up with students from different nationalities. They waited a couple of minutes to the teacher to arrive. That's when Matthew decided to stare at the door when Roderich Edelstein, his music and history teacher, appeared with a boy next to him.

"This is Alfred F. Jones. He came yesterday from America and I hope you give him a warm welcome" he said fixing his glasses. Matthew stares at him. His eyes were blue, but they have that sad glitter mingled with his warm and happy smile. He was tall; Matthew realized that maybe two or three inches taller than him. His hair was blonde like the rays of the sun that Matthew hoped to see soon because of the constant rain made them impossible to see.

Matthew continued with his staring all the day long, finding new things about this new student. New things like his face, which gives an impression of the person that maybe he was, hyperactive and maybe a bit of stubborn. That's how he spend his library hours, carefully inspecting him in every inch.

Jones? That name sounded familiar, but Matthew couldn't recall why that name sounded familiar and if he knows it, from where exactly. He has been in many places, perhaps he did saw it, but right now is no more than a mere curiosity. Matthew's cheeks suddenly went to white to a deep shade of red when he saw those piercing blue eyes looking at him. That's when he decided that it was enough with his stalking and retired to his room for tomorrow.

Okay this just was the prologue; the next chapter is when the real story is going to start. I hoped you like the story so far and feel eager to know more about it. Let me know.

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