A/N: Ok so i'm afraid of this and i wrote it XD Lol well 'afraid' Isn't the correct term to use but oh well. This is an AU story so yeah. Hope you all enjoy it!

Man i can't not just stick with one story XD

Show: Hetalia - APH

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I don't make money off of this. If i owned The hetaila Franchise I'd be rich. But i Don't own it so I'm not.

Warning(s): Swearing, Yaoi, Abuse, Insults/racial slurs, And other things.

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! SO BEWARE!

Translation are all at the end!

[Sorry If there are any Mistakes]

This was not beta-ed!

Matt laid on the grass of his school's field during his free period. It was in the middle Fall; the leaves were turning red, orange, or yellow and falling onto the green grass. Matt laid in his red hoodie that he wore over his 'modified' uniform. He wore a white button up shirt, with a black tie, and a blue sweater vest and a pair of Black skinny jeans.

Everything on that uniform was okay except the jeans; Matt personally didn't see a problem with the jeans, they were black as required. So what was the problem? His pants that actually went with his uniform got messed up, and there wasn't anymore in stock at the school to buy so he wore a his skinny jeans as substitute. (of his choice of course) At first he got detention for it but after a while they just gave up.

Matt really didn't like his school. It was selective and mostly full of stuck up snobs from all over the world. And most of them either ignored him, kicked the crap out of him, or picked on him. There were very few who were actually nice to him, and his brother wasn't one of them.

Matt pulled out his Nikon D5100 (its a camera) and held it up at the grey and clouded sky. He snapped a few pictures, before resting it on his stomach. He'd gotten the camera in July from his Russian Friend Ivan as a birthday present. And it wasn't cheap it was about 886 dollars if Matt remembered let out a sigh into the wind rustle through what ever was left of the silence filled the air once again. Matthew looked up and noticed his tall Russian friend leaned over him.

"Hello Matvey." The Russian smiled, disrupting the silence.

"Oh H-hey Ivan." Matthew stuttered.

The Russian crouched down next to Matthew. "So this is how we're going to spend our free period?" He asked with his thick accent.

"I-I'm sorry did you want to do something else?"

"Well i do need to go to the library, for a book for English. You want to come?"

"Sure but will we be back in time for class? If I'm late Mr. Weillschmidt will get on me again."

"Yes we'll be back in time if we hurry and go now." The Russian stood up.

"Ok." Matt sat up and put his camera away in it's case; and then into his back pack. Matt said as he stoop up and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

He followed the Russian across campus to the library. They both entered the library quietly.

"Excuse me." Ivan addressed the Librarian.

"Yes sweety what can i do for you?" She asked sweetly.

"Where do you keep your Stephen King novels?"

"Oh we keep those up on the second floor, in row A5."

"Thank you Ma'am." Ivan grabbed Matthew's hand as he led him to the second floor. Ivan must have been looking for about 5 minutes or so until he finally found it. He pulled the book 'Dreamcatcher' off the shelf.

"So why do you need that book for English?" Matt asked as he sat on the ground.

"Oh Your mom.. I mean Mr. Kirkland," Ivan joked. "Wants us to read each chapter of the book and give a summary on it. Then after we finish write a 2 pages on what we got out of it and what Stephen King was trying to say."

"I see, sounds easy enough."

"Yeah.." Ivan looked over at the clock. "You need to get going if you wanna make it in time." Ivan pointed at the clock. Matt got up and basically ran down the stairs to the first floor, before he walked quickly out of the library. Matt ran across campus as fast as he possibly could. He really could of joined the track team if he wanted.

Matt kept running full speed towards his Math class, when he ran into some one. They both fell back and papers flew every where. He obviously had ran into a teacher; but not just any teacher he ran into his french (use to be sex ed) teacher Francis, but he was also his adoptive father.

"Je suis désolé Monsieur Bonnefoi!" Matthew apologized instinctively.

"It's okay Matthieu." Francis picked up his papers. "Why were you running?" He asked standing up

"Cause i have to get to Math or Mr. Weillschmidt wi-" Matthew was cut off by the sound of the bell. Now he had to get to class before the late bell.

"Don't worry about it Matthieu that old Prussian won't do a thing to Mon petit garçon." Francis smiled helping Matt up. "Here I'll even walk you to class and explain it to Ole Gil."

Matt walked into class a few minutes after the late bell rang. "Why hallo there Matthew so nice of you to join us." He said writing on the board, making the class giggle. "I hope you have a good excuse for being late." He put the chalk down and turned towards Matthew.

"Actually he does." Francis said walking into the class room.

"Ah Francis. What did he do?" Gilbert looked towards Francis.

"Nothing. Actually i was the one who made him late. So please excuse his tardiness."

"Sure thing Francis." He smiled.

"Thanks Gil. Drinks tonight?"

Gilbert nodded.

"See you then." he walked out of the class, and then turned around. "Oh and Matthieu I'll see you in French." He smiled before walking down the hall and out of sight.

Matthew shut the door behind him, and took his seat in the back. The Prussian in the front of the class turned back to the board. And at the time in union just about everybody turned around and shot him dirty looks for a few seconds before turning their attention back to their teacher.

Matt just sunk back into his chair and pulled out his Math note book.

After an hour of being in math the bell rang. Matt shoved his stuff back into his bag before heading out the door. He headed down the hallway into french. Matt was always the first there. French was his favorite class because it was the only one that he didn't get yelled at or criticized in. Even when he was wrong.

Matt went over to his assigned seat by the window and set his stuff down.

"Early as always Matthieu." Francis smiled looking up from grading papers.

"Well Monsieur Bonnefoi you are my favorite teacher." Matthew smiled back before going over to Francis' desk, and sitting on it.

"Zhat so?"

"Yep."

"Well then why don't you show some teacher appreciation." Francis smiled as he stood up.

"Yes sir." Matthew leaned in and kissed Francis on the lips.

Francis pulled away. "Oh Matthew we can't." Francis joked. "What would Your mother think?"

The corners of Matthew's mouth twitched up making him smile. Francis wrapped his arms around Matthew's waist. "We got a few minutes why don't we make the most of it?" Francis offered.

"Nah," Matt took Francis' hands off of his waist. "Lets not risk it." He got up from Francis' desk.

"Aw your so mean Matthieu." Francis smiled faking a pout.

"Maybe after school sir." Matt sat down at his desk.

Then the bell rang and a flood of students entered the class room. They all got into their assigned seats and waited for instruction.

"Bonjour la classe." Francis Greeted them.

"Bonjour Monsieur." They answered in union.

"Today we will be practicing our Writing in French." Francis turned towards the board and started to write the assignments down on the board.

All the girls and some of the boys were checking out Francis. Matthew just sighed.

"Something wrong?" Matthew's friend Estevan (who also happened to sit next to him) whispered.

Matt just shook his head. "No they're just being stupid." Matt whispered back getting started on his assignments.

"Yeah i guess you're right... so you wanna go get ice cream after school?" Estevan asked looking towards Matthew awaiting his reply.

"Sure." Matthew looked up and smiled. 'One day with out Screwing Francis after school should be fine right?' He thought.

"Cool. I'll meet you out front." Estevan turned back to work on his assignments.

When the last bell rang everyone was packing up including Matt.

"Adieu monsieur Bonnefoi~" A few girls called as they left the class room.

"You ready Matt?" Estevan asked.

"Yeah i just have to get a few books from my locker." Matt picked up his backpack.

"Oh ok I'll go with you." Estevan said as they walked out of the classroom together.

They walked down the long hallway to Matt's locker. He put in his locker combo and opened it. Matt pulled out his science book, some notes from Math, and his English homework. He put them in his back pack making sure nothing was on his camera, and locked it back up.

"Ready now?" Estevan asked. Matt nodded and followed Him.

They got to the ice parlor in about 10 minutes because they walked. Estevan did have a car but Matt preferred to walk there; like they did when they were younger, so Estevan just went along with it. Originally they would get ice cream everyday after school; this of course was when they were in elementary school and over the years they, stopped going less often.

Matt licked his ice cream boredly, as Estevan talked about girls. Matt personally didn't like girls as more than friends, but of course he couldn't tell Estevan that. He had only ever told one person that he liked boys and that was his papa. People at school didn't really like 'gays', probably cause most of them were homophobes. And every school has them,no matter how expensive or nice your school is.

"Matt? Matt? Earth to Matt?" Estevan called as he waved his hand in my face, which snapped me out of my daze.

"What?" I shook my head out of the daze.

"Did you hear a word i even said?" Estevan glared a bit.

"Yes you were talking about girls in our classes."

"No. Well at first yes but after no."

"I'm sorry Estevan but when you talk about girls i space out. It's kind of gotten old."

"Well what would you like to talk about?" Estevan finished his ice cream.

"I'm fine with any thing just please let's end the conversation about girls. I beg of you." Matt pleaded, finishing his not long after.

"Ok fine how about-" He was cut off by Matt's phone.

"I'm sorry." Matt apologized before opening the text.

From:Arthur: I want you home now.

Matt put his phone in his jacket pocket and stood. "I'm sorry Estevan i got to go. Thanks for the ice cream." Matt smiled as he grabbed his bag, and walked out of the shop. He ran home at a decent pace, trying not to tire himself out. He was a good 8 or 9 blocks from his house, when it started to rain. The rain came down hard as Matt tried to out run it. The thunder cracked, and the lightning lit up the dark sky.

When Matt finally reached his house he was soaking wet. Matt walked over to the under hang in front of the door where it was dry and slipped off his wet shoes. He entered the cold house; setting his shoes on the brick by the fireplace.

Matt took off his jacket and put it in the washing Machine. He went into the hallway and grabbed a towel to dry his hair when, he noticed it was quiet. "I'm home!" he called. Not long after the silence filled the air again. Why did Arthur want him him if no one was even there? So Matt decided to get out of his wet clothes and get into the shower to warm him self up.

Matt cranked the hot water on in the shower, it only took a few moments for the water to get hot. He cranked the cold on to level out the water temperature so it was warm. Matt had only taken off his shirt, when there was a knock on the bathroom door. He unlocked the door and opened it. Francis stood in the door way.

"Oh hey." Francis smiled.

"Hey i was just gonna take a shower," Matt said quiet

"Oh well mind if i take it with you?" Francis asked leaning against the door frame.

Matthew's face became flushed. "W-what? Why?" Matt stuttered.

"Well because i need one and second of all i thought maybe we could have some fun together in there." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"O-okay." Matt chewed his lip, stepping aside to let the older man in.

Lol i so can't stick to writing just 1 story at a time anymore XD lol

God this is a long first Chapter DX

Characters: Matthew(Canada), Ivan(Russia), Francis(France), Arthur(England), Gilbert or Mr. Weillschmidt(Prussia), Estevan(Cuba), Alfred(America) if there any other characters later in the story i'll add them to this list.

This is what Matthew's Camera is suppose to look like:

http:/ farm6. static. flickr. com/5223/5631726717_

Hope you enjoyed!

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Translations:

Je suis désolé Monsieur Bonnefoi= I am so sorry Mister Bonnefoi

Mon petit garçon-My little boy

Bonjour la classe=Hello Class

Bonjour Monsieur-Hello sir

Adieu monsieur Bonnefoi=Goodbye Mister Bonnefoi