Chapter two: Matthews P.O.V.
The translations to french are all by google translate so please correct me if you find any mistakes :)
I do not own Hetalia, or Hannah Montana
The sound of the door opening downstairs awakens me from my sleep. I rub my eyes as I strain my ears to listen to who has just arrived. I hear my brothers obnoxious laughter coming from downstairs (probably the kitchen).
I sit up on my bed, covering my mouth as i yawn widely. If Alfred is home then this means I have been asleep for at least three hours. I slide off of my bed, making a slight thump as my feet hit the ground, and walk over to my door.
I walk down the hallway and down the stairs, Alfred's voice getting louder as I move closer. I walk down the stairs and piece together that he is talking about how heroic he was today at school, when he protected a girl in his class from a villain. My brother Alfred has a hero complex, and it happens to be rather annoying. Especially when he is very focused on 'protecting' you.
I make my silent entrance into the kitchen, hoping that i will go unnoticed by my brother. Just as I am about to open the fridge i feel a familiar hand fall on my shoulder. My brother turns me around and pulls me into a hug.
"Hey Mattie, so how was your first day of school?" When I don't answer immediately, Alfred pulls back with a look of concern. Then a look of shock and horror. Why is he so surprised? Is there something on my... Crap. It suddenly comes to mind that the left side of my face is scratched up from my... Encounter with Ivan.
"HOLY CRAP MATT! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!" I shrink back slightly at the shout that erupted from my brothers mouth. After the main question is out of the way, his voice goes down a little more so he is no longer yelling. "Did someone do this to you Mattie? Who was it? Tell me so i can hurt them!" i shake my head no at all of his questions.
"I-I j-just fell d-down when p-playing at b-break, t-that's all A-Al" I lie quickly, he doesn't look like he's buying it...shoot. "H-hey w-want to go p-play some video g-games" I ask swiftly... well as swiftly as you can with a stutter. That seems to distract him, because he jumped up with a "hells yeah" and dragged me off into the living room, where we proceeded to play video games for an hour.
Time skip (two hours)
I hear the front door open, dragging my attention away from the television, where we are watching Hannah Montana (which Alfred insists was dads idea, even though he's not in the room) I sneak a peek into the main entrance and see Papa standing in the door way taking off his shoes.
I rush up from my spot on the couch next to Alfred and run to the front door. My foot catches on the carpet we have over the transition between the living room and entrance. This sends me stumbling, before getting caught by my Papa. I look up at him and smile as he lifts me into the air and walks into the living room and taking the empty spot on the couch where i was sitting previous. I wiggle around on his lap until i can get more comfortable and snuggle into his chest.
"So Matthew, common ca va a l'ecole?" My Papa asks me in french i shrug, but see that he wants more of an answer. "I-it was okay i g-guess" Papa gives me a look, obviously wondering about the scratch on my cheek, again i shrug, and he lets it go.
Papa shifts so that I am now sitting on the coach, and he is standing up. "Que voulons-nous tous pour diner ce soir?" he questions. Alfred gives him a confused look before yelling something about "dad speaking Spanish again" causing Papa to smack him upside the head, replying that he was speaking the 'language of love'.
I giggle a little at the playful banter, before shifting to my Papa. " J-je veux lasagne pour d-diner" I say quietly. Thankfully he is used to me talking quietly and smiles " That's a great idea Matthew!" Papa then proceeds to saunter out of the living room and into the kitchen, where i soon hear pans shifting and Papa humming to himself as he begins to cook.
Dad walks into the room and shakes his head, when he see's that the television is on Hannah Montana... and that Alfred is singing along to 'life's what you make it'. He walks over to Alfred and smacks him on the head, then snatches the remote from his hand. He changes the channel to the weather network and sits back in his chair, picking up 'pride and prejudice'. He insists that it is a good book, just based on the fact that it was written in England, his homeland.
Papa and dad met at a bar when they were 21, papa moved to America when he was18, for reasons that he won't tell me and Alfred. Dad moved to the states when he was sixteen for family reasons. The only one in our family that is actually from here is Alfred. He was born in the states two years before I was, in Seattle, close to the border.
I am legally Canadian due to the fact that my mom needed an emergency procedure in order for me to be born. She was brought over to Vancouver for an emergency c- section. I survived, but she died in the emergency room. Our father left us at an orphanage shorts after I was born. We were adopted by my Papa, Francis, and Dad, Arthur, when I was three years old and we have lived here in Salem, Oregon ever since.
Papa call out that dinner will be ready in ten minutes, so me and Alfred get up to set the table. I get the silverware and the napkins and Alfred grabs the plates. We set one of everything at all four spots and then sit in our spots on either side on the table. Dad walks into the dining room and takes his place at the head of the table.
Papa walks out with a casserole dish full of his famous meat lasagne, and a glass bowl full of salad. He sets them down in the middle of the table, then takes his spot at the other head of the table.
" Bon appetite!" Papa says, and that's all Alfred needs to hear, he takes a HUGE piece of lasagne and a little bit of salad on the side. Everyone else follows suit, taking food as they see fit. I take a small piece of lasagne and a large amount (for me) of salad. We eat in silence for a little while, except for alfred who is starting on his second piece of lasagne, and eating rather loudly. Just as he goes to lick some sauce off his nose, Dad decides to scold him.
"Good god boy! Use a napkin! And have more salad, you keep eating like that and you'll be a fat squid!" he cries, and although it's not loud, I jump, causing my knee to bump the table. I give out a little whimper and Papa looks at me. I shoot him a smile to show him I'm okay and he nods.
Papa rises from his spot at the table "well, this was a nice family meal! Alfred, Matthew? Can you help moi clear Le table?" we nod and grab the dirty dishes, stacking them as high as we need to in our arms in order to only have to make one trip. We put all the dishes in the sink and head back towards the living room.
We are about to walk into the living room when Dad calls to us. "Alfred, Marshall, come here for a moment lads." I sigh as Dad has forgotten my name AGAIN. We walk into the dining room and see them sitting back at the table. Papa gestures for us to take a seat.
"we're in trouble~ " Alfred says quietly to which Dad said "your not in trouble, you twat, just get in here and take a bloody seat!" I walk to my seat quietly and hop onto the chair, brushing my hair out of my face. Alfred walks over to his chair and drags it out roughly, causing it to scrape loudly against the floor
"so?" Papa prods "so what?" asks Alfred confused as to what we are talking about. Papa gives him a look. "so, how was your first day of school?" Alfred grins widely. "aw today was great man! I hung out with Ivan at lunch!" that name of the Russian boy sends a chill up my spine, but nobody notices and Alfred continues. "and i got to be a total hero and save Ashley, a girl in my class, from that commie idiot Carlos!" Dad shoots Alfred a look when he says this, but Alfred ignores it and keeps on going. "but then Ivan said that we should all become one with him, so Carlos hung with us at lunch too!" Alfred continues to blather on about how great today was, and how he was excited because they were gonna have football as a subject in gym, and that there were actual desks in his class.
After about another 15 minutes of Alfred talking about his day, Papa interrupts him. "So Matthew, how was your day?" I am a little uncomfortable having everyone at the table stare at me.
"U-um, W-well, M-my teacher w-was really n-nice" I say quietly, hoping that they won't prod me any further, unfortunately, luck is not on my side today.
"Is that all? It's fine, you can take your time to answer, mon cherie" Papa says to me gently, knowing that i will be more likely to answer him if he encourages me. "Uh, I made a p-painting, my t-teacher liked it" i smile softly at them, so they know I'm done speaking. We all sit there in silence for a moment, until Dad dismisses us from the table.
Alfred sprints into the living room calling dibs on the television, so he can play video games. I walk upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me. I look at my alarm clock, it's only 7:30, so i don't have to go to bed for another half hour. I crawl under my blankets and grab my favourite book
'black beauty' from my bedside table and begin to read.
I don't even realize what time it is until Papa comes into my room telling me it's lights out, and tucking me in. He kisses my forehead and murmurs to me "bon soir, and good dreams mon petite Matthew" before slipping out my bedroom door, closing it behind himself.
I snuggle deeper into my blankets and close my eyes, watching as the coloured patterns dance across my eyelids. I have always found this soothing and find myself drifting to sleep.
Why can't I see? I can't see anything, it's so dark! My feet carry me forward as I run as fast as my body will allow me. The dark is beginning to rise around me, like a fog lifting, and I begin to be able to make out shapes.
Why am I running? I turn my head to look behind me, and see a purple aura chasing after me, catching up to me with every moment passing. I turn my head back in the direction that I am running. I don't know why, but I feel that this is a hopeless. My legs begin to ache from running, but i can't stop, even though I am in pain.
I feel a hand grab my clothing, throwing me to the ground. The aura floats over and sits on me. The weight is almost unbearable and I start to choke. The aura chants menacingly at me "kolkolkolkolkol!" over and over again. It's so loud it is giving me a headache.
Suddenly a bright light shines above me, and I hear it calling my name. From the light, Emerges a figure. A boy, around my age, comes charging at the light, a sword in hand. I try and yell at him to run, but he doesn't hear me. My screams are drowned out by the chanting from the aura.
The boy has white hair, and piercing red eyes. I watch him as he strikes the the aura multiple times with his sword. The aura becomes infuriated with him and reaches out with sharp claws. I scream in warning at the boy, but my screams fall on death ears, and I am forced to watch, as the boy who tried to save me is torn in half. I start crying and screaming for help as the aura turns its attention back to me.
The ground starts to tremble, I hear someone calling my name. Papa? And Alfred? I look at the aura and see it slowly fading away, disintegrating into thin air. The picture of darkness around me begins to blur as the nothing and everything around me fades away. I feel myself bieng pulled back into the land of the waking.
"shh Matthew, it's okay, your fine" i hear my Papa murmuring in my ear. I feel that my body is being held, and that I am sitting up. My face is soaking wet from all my tears, and my nose is running like mad.
From beside me I can hear Alfred trying to reassure me that the hero was there, so I had nothing to be afraid of, because he could defeat any monster. But I'm not crying because of the monster. I am crying at the death of the boy in my dream, who I felt like I have known my entire life. Even though i have never seen him once.
Eventually my crying stops. Alfred is sent back to bed, but Papa stays with me, rockign me gently, until i fall back into a restless sleep
finally! The chapter is ova! Sorry it took me so long to come out with it, I was just having a hard time figuring out what to do! Soooo... um please review and whatnot, because it makes me happy :)