Hello! This is my first Hetalia fanfiction, so I hope it's not too bad! It's probably been done billions of times, but I hope this is different! This story will mostly be told in Matthew's POV, though Alfred's will be in there, including a few others, like Arthur, Francis and maybe Ludwig, Feliciano, Lovino and Antonio. Hope you like it!
Matthew Williams sighed as his mother helped him load his suitcases into the car. They were going to the airport, where he'd say goodbye to his mother till Christmas break. He was going to be in America till Christmas in a school called Hetalia Academy. Hetalia Academy was a school that accepted students from all over the world who were ages twelve through eighteen. Matthew didn't want to go, but his mother was going to be travelling a lot because of her new job, and she wanted him to get closer to his brother.
Brother. Matthew had never even met the boy who was his brother. All he knew was that his brother's name was Alfred F. Jones and was American. He'd seen some pictures, and to his disappointment, they looked almost exactly the same, except for the fact that Alfred was definitely an outgoing, loud boy who was tall and had broader shoulders and a winsome smile on his face. Matthew was always described as a cute, shy boy.
"Oh Mattie, I'm going to miss you so much," Mrs. Williams said, sniffling as they got into the car.
"We're not even at the airport yet," Matthew said, smiling at her gently. "I'll miss you too, Mom."
"All right, everything is in there," she said as they drove away from the house. "Kumajirou's in there-"
"Who?" Matthew asked, confused, and his mother laughed.
"You never remember his name," she said, amused. "Your stuffed polar bear. It's in your backpack."
"I don't need it," Matthew said, trying to convince himself. He hoped nobody would find it. That would be embarrassing if people found out that a sixteen year old was carrying around a stuffed animal. But it had history, and he couldn't think of going to sleep without Kuma- Kumajira- no, Kumajirou. It was one of the only things that connected him to his father and Alfred F. Jones. He couldn't bear to be away from it, no pun intended.
"You know I love you, right?" she asked, looking at him through the mirror. "You know that I wish I could stay with you? But don't worry, we'll be together in no time, and I'll write to you every day if you want me to."
"Not every day, Mom, people are going to make fun of me," said Matthew, grimacing. "Every week, at least. Don't worry about me, Mom. I can handle myself."
"I know you can," Mrs. Williams said. "I raised you well, I think. And when you get there, make sure to call. Oh, and tell me how Alfred is! It's been a long time!"
"Will do, Mom," said Matthew before leaning his head against the window, watching the familiar landscape of his home, Canada, for the last time before he'd be stuck in America.
"Hey! Hey dude! Matthew Williams!" a loud, obnoxious voice shouted over the crowd getting off the airplane. Matthew immediately knew it was Alfred, and he saw a tall boy who looked almost exactly like him waving at him.
Matthew made his way over to him, feeling his heart beat faster. He was meeting his brother for the first time since they were born. He was nervous. Even Alfred looked a bit hesitant.
"Hey bro!" Alfred exclaimed, trying to grin, but Matthew saw the curiosity in his eyes. "How are you?"
"Hi, Alfred," said Matthew quietly, standing in front of his brother awkwardly. They didn't hug, to his relief. "I'm good. How about you?"
"Awesome. I always feel awesome because I'm the hero!" Alfred said, standing up straight. Matthew relaxed, getting more comfortable with the situation. So, his brother thought he was a hero. Great. That ought to make for an interesting time in Hetalia Academy.
"So, where's Dad?" asked Matthew, and knew something was wrong when Alfred's grin immediately dropped.
"Oh, he went to work. You won't be seeing him. We're going straight to Hetalia Academy. Besides, it's October. You've already missed a month, though technically, if you count the four years that you were in Canada, you've missed four years of school at the academy," said Alfred, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"So, I'll be staying with you in the dorm?" Matthew asked, though he felt a bit disappointed that he wasn't going to meet his father.
"No dorms, only small little rooms that are placed alphabetically, which is awesome but sucks because I won't be near you. However, you're near Feliciano Vargas, so if you ever need help with something, he'll say yes. Little kid's so cute, though that's weird because he's our age. But I'm serious, when you see him, you'll think he's adorable too." Alfred laughed. "You'll get along just fine with most people, though you seem like the quiet type. Anyway, there are some people you need to beware of, like the Bad Touch Trio. That's Gilbert Beilschmidt, who's German, though he claims he's Prussian, and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who's Spanish, and the least perverted of all of the trio, and I consider him a friend. And lastly, the most perverted of the trio is Francis Bonnefoy, who's French, and you know what that means."
"Oh. Yeah, I know." Matthew blushed.
"Exactly," said Alfred, and he put his arm around Matthew's shoulders as they went to retrieve his luggage from the carousel. "I'll tell you all about Hetalia Academy on the way."
"Whoa," Matthew breathed as Hetalia Academy came into sight. It was like he was going to school in a palace. "This is amazing!"
"I know, right?" Alfred grinned from the driver's seat as he pulled into the parking lot. "If you get a car, this is where everyone parks. You're allowed to leave campus on weekends and on weekdays, but only if you get back by curfew, which is nine, and light's out is ten, though they don't strictly enforce that rule. Thank God, or I'd be expelled." Matthew didn't have trouble imagining that.
"Do you try not to get in trouble?" Matthew couldn't help but ask.
"Nope!" Alfred said, smirking. "I'm currently competing with Gilbert Beilschmidt on how many detentions we can get before Christmas. He's winning by a couple so far."
Matthew shook his head, smiling slightly. At least he knew that with his brother, he'd never be bored. Matthew was never the life of the party.
"When we get inside, you'll have to sign in with the principal, Miss Pangaea. I know, strange name. Seriously wonder where her parents are from. Though they're probably dead. She's as old as Mount Everest is high," said Alfred, laughing at his own metaphor. Matthew rolled his blue-violet eyes before Alfred continued. "Anyway, she'll only talk to you for a bit before she lets me show you to your room. Then, because it's Sunday, we have nothing to do, well, I have to do my homework, but maybe I can get Arthur to do it today. Anyway, we can hang out for the rest of the day if you want, and I can show you around. Or you can rest. I don't know if you're tired or not, but-"
"I think I'll just go to bed," said Matthew, and he felt bad as soon as Alfred looked a bit hurt. "Not because I don't want to hang out with you! Planes always make me tired. I promise I'll hang out with you tomorrow."
"Okay!" Alfred said brightly as they got out of the car. He opened the trunk and handed Matthew one of his suitcases, and he grabbed the other. "You'll meet all my friends tomorrow. I have plenty because I'm so awesome and everyone loves to be around the hero! My best friend, Arthur Kirkland, is British, and he doesn't like me calling him friend, but we always hang out even though he's my opposite. He seriously needs to lighten up sometimes. Also…"
Matthew barely listened to Alfred's constant chatter as they walked into Hetalia Academy. It was a good thing having a friend who talked a lot, especially since he was quiet, but sometimes, talking wasn't always a good thing. Matthew wondered what this Arthur Kirkland was like if he could stand Alfred constantly talking. Then again, Arthur was British, and weren't British people supposed to be patient? He had no idea.
"Dude! Did you know that you smell like maple syrup?" asked Alfred, looking at Matthew in amazement. "That's awesome!"
Matthew blushed. "Uh, thanks?"
"Alfred! Who are you harassing this time, you bloody git?" A blonde-haired, green-eyed boy with astoundingly thick eyebrows came walking down the hall, his eyes focused on Alfred's taller figure.
"Arthur!" Alfred's eyes brightened when he saw the annoyed Briton, and Matthew looked at Arthur, who looked between the two of them, looking confused. "This is my brother, Matthew Williams. He's from Canada!"
"Bloody hell, you two really look alike," Arthur said, looking at Alfred before turning to Matthew. "Nice to meet you. I'm Arthur Kirkland, though this wanker probably already told you." At 'wanker', Arthur looked at Alfred with a disgusted look, but there was something else there too. Had Matthew not been as observant as he was, he wouldn't have known that Arthur obviously didn't dislike his brother.
"Matthew," he introduced himself quietly, and they shook hands before they heard distinct high-heeled footsteps walking towards them.
"Matthew Williams?"
He looked up to see an old, kind-looking woman smiling at him. Miss Pangaea. She beckoned him to follow her, and Alfred nodded at him. Matthew knew that Alfred would stay.
"How are you, Matthew? How was your flight?" Miss Pangaea asked kindly when they got into her office. She gestured for him to sit down in a big leather chair in front of her desk. She held out an envelope to him as he sat down, and he saw that it contained his schedule.
"It was good," said Matthew, feeling his cheeks heat up when he felt her stare. He forced himself to look into her eyes like his mother taught him to when talking to others.
"That's good. Now, I'm assuming Mr. Jones has already told you a bit about Hetalia Academy. Am I right?"
"Yes," Matthew replied.
Miss Pangaea smiled. "Yes. He's a nice boy. A bit loud, and sometimes can get very obnoxious, but I'm assuming that you're all right with that. And if I may say so, you two look so similar! It's almost like you're twins!"
"He's a year older than me," said Matthew.
"That's right. Do you think you'll get along with him? You two are a special case. And it must be difficult to live in the same place as a brother you've only just met, along with a bunch of other students from different countries. Speaking of different countries, is America very different from Canada?" asked Miss Pangaea.
Matthew shook his head. "Not too different."
"That's good. America's a lovely country. I moved here from England when I was very young, hence my accent."
Matthew noticed that her accent wasn't completely American. That explained it.
"Anyway, you probably don't want to hear about me. You want to know more about the school. However, unfortunately, I have a meeting in five minutes, so I'll just let you leave with Alfred and he can answer any questions that you have. Is that all right, Matthew?" asked Miss Pangaea, and Matthew nodded. "All right, then, Matthew. I hope I can talk to you again soon."
"Bye," Matthew practically whispered, and he got up from his seat and left the office to find Alfred waiting right where he left him with the two suitcases.
"Wow, that was quick. Whatever. To your room!" Alfred said excitedly, grabbing both suitcases easily and leading Matthew up a few flights of stairs. Matthew felt bad because all he was carrying was his backpack, but Alfred didn't seem to mind.
After going up to the sixth floor and walking down a long hallway, Matthew and Alfred finally reached a door that had a sign with 'Matthew Williams, Canada' written on it.
"Great. Now everyone knows who I am," Matthew sighed, and Alfred looked at him, confused.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Matthew was always used to being alone and being forgotten. After all, who'd remember a shy, quiet boy when there were all the popular, loud, athletic boys to remember? He was definitely not memorable. He'd gotten used to it. He would've had to anyway.
"Not really," said Matthew, and Alfred decided not to question it.
Alfred, if you were me, you'd be devastated, Matthew thought to himself as Alfred opened the door to his new room. You'll get used to me being like this. I'll never be like you. I'll never be loud and outgoing. I'll always be forgotten. I will be forgotten until I can go home again during Christmas break. That's just the way it is.
Awww! A little bit of angst for Mattie there. Don't worry, he'll feel a lot better next chapter. Hopefully. If any of the characters are too OOC, I'm sorry, but it's bound to happen because they're not in their usual atmosphere. Anyway, please review!