Author's note:

Second chapter is out! After this chapter, updates will be slower! Takes me forever to write and edit stories…. I will not abandon this story however! If I don't update for quite some time that means that I have writers block. Bear with me! I've got the plot written down its just hard to fill in the blanks sometimes.

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Disclaimer:

Once upon a time there was a girl who wrote FanFiction. She loved the show Hetalia and wished to own it. Sadly that never happened and it was still owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. The end.

Chapter 2 I must be seeing things

"Matt! Matt! Matt!"

Uhhh what the hell? Alfred? Why are you yelling at me? My alarm hasn't gone off yet. This better be good if he's waking me up early.

Opening my eyes I'm blinded by the all the white in the room. The whole family is standing around me. Al looks happy now that I'm awake, Papa looks on the verge on tears, and Arthur, well... He's doing what he does best and not showing any emotion. I look around to find that we're not in my room, but in a hospital. The faint beeping of the heart monitor echoes off the walls. Wha-? What happened? The only thing I remember is walking in the park and then that strange feeling of being watched. That's were the memory ends...wait. I fainted! I fainted in the park! Someone must have found me - no idea how though, I'm pretty much invisible - then called 911.

"How did I get here?"

Papa looked like he was going to answer but Al cut him off.

"Bro, I thought you had died! After I got home we noticed nobody had seen you for hours. We looked for you everywhere, but you where nowhere! Then - "

"Al, I was obviously somewhere. I can't be nowhere..."

"You know what I mean. Anyway! Then I decided to check around the neighborhood and BAM!" Al threw his arms up for emphasis "There you were, just laying in the middle of the park! That's when I called Dad and we took you to the hospital." Having finished his story he stepped back to make room for Papa.

"I'm so happy you're okay mon petite Mathieu!" Next thing I knew I was being smothered in a hug. Can't breathe! Help!

"Stop smothering the lad, you wouldn't want him passing out from lack of oxygen, would you?"

"Dėsolé, dėsolé!"

Air finally makes it way back to my lungs. Thank you Arthur! I really thought I was going to die there. What a way to go too. Death by hug.

"Papa, how long was I out for?"

"Just the rest of the night. It's Friday afternoon. Don't worry though," His hand ruffled my hair "The doctors did some tests and said you're fine. We can go home now."

That's good. At least I'm not dying or anything. I don't even have to stay here. Arthur moved towards the door as he said

"Right. Let's go then."

~oOo~

By the time we got back, we only had an hour of school left, so Papa - and after much convincing Arthur too - had decided we all just take the day off. Eventually Alfred convinced me to play baseball with him while Papa and Arthur went to do some errands. Dear lord, I must have been possessed if I agreed to that. When Alfred plays baseball it's not like 'let's just toss it back and forth'. No. His version is more like 'Let me just throw this at light speed so you get pummeled to a pulp'. If I survive this I must make a note to myself to never play baseball again.

"Hey bro! You in there?"

"Yeah sorry. I just kind of spaced out."

Alfred ran closer to me so he was right in my face. He dropped his voice to a whisper, which for him is a normal tone.

"What if...what if when you passed out, aliens took over your body and this isn't actually you in there."

A large finger poked the middle of my forehead as if doing so would make my 'true alien form' emerge. I merely swatted his hand away.

"That's hardly likely Al." I replied deadpanning.

"That's just what an alien would say." His eyes darted around the yard in panic.

"Alfred. Really? Let's just forget about it and carry on with baseball."

Wait... No. Did I...? Oh god no. I just agreed to play baseball again! Twice in one day! I'm dead! I'm so dead!

"Hahaha ok Mattie!" He ran back and got into his stance. "Here it comes bro!"

The ball came in contact with my left arm hard. Great, now I'm going to have bruises. Wincing and trying to shake off my injury I say "Uh, think you could throw it a little slower?"

Picking up another ball from his pile Alfred replied "Well I guess so!" He gave me a thumbs up before 'tossing' it my way. My leg got a sudden jolt of pain as the ball crashed into it. I just might have leg problems when I'm older because of that. Thanks Al.

"Haha! Nice try there! Try to catch this one!"

Agh! My shoulder! Ow ow ow ow. Please don't be dislocated!

"No pain no gain Mattie!"

"Al!"

This time the ball hit my head. This isn't helping my recovery at all! I'll be going back to the hospital with multiple injuries and a concussion at this rate. Another ball hit my gut making me topple forward holding my stomach but I didn't fall to the ground. No more, no more! Mercy! Where's a white flag when you need it?

"Oh! Almost Mattie! Try again!"

Oh god this is going to be a hurtful one, Al's in his baseball stance. I closed my eyes and scrunched myself up, an automatic response when I expect a ton of pain. Only the pain never came. You never held back before, what's stopping you now?

"Whoa! How are you doing that?!"

Now very confused, I risked opening an eye. What I saw - or at least what I think I saw - was the ball floating in front of me. Before I could confirm or deny what I was seeing, the ball dropped to my feet. Alfred ran up close to my face again, more hyper than ever.

"Bro that was so cool! Do it again!"

"No no. Al that was just uhh a trick of the light." There has to be a logical explanation of this. Stuff like floating balls just don't happen. But...still. What was that?

"But Mattie-!" Alfred tried to argue.

"But nothing Alfred! Just...forget about it, ok?" Now thoroughly confused - and a bit frustrated for being confused in the first place - I walked back into the house, leaving Al dumbstruck.

Sitting on my bed, I put my head in my hands, something I do when confused. What happened back there? It was just like something out of Al's superhero comics. All that stuff is made up though...right? Well back when we were younger, we sure thought superheroes were real. After school we would jump of the swings to prepare ourselves for when we fly or splash water around and pretend we were manipulating it. The usual hero training activities. We did that until we grew older. I wasn't into being a superhero anymore and Al... He was given a reality check by Arthur that superheroes weren't real, so he became a regular hero instead.

Could the comics be right and Arthur wrong though? Was this possible? Because that's what it sure looked like out there. It looked like I had superpowers. It felt like I had superpowers.

Letting out a huge sigh, I lifted my head out of my hands. Just to prove that it's all in my head, I'll try to levitate something and of course fail. Watch, Matthew watch. All a trick of the light.

Facing my bedside table, I focus on my empty Coca-Cola can. My hand raised in the motion it usually would if picking up something. The can stayed as it was. See Matthew? It didn't move, just like it should.

As I threw my hand down on my leg, the can flew up hitting the roof. Falling back onto my bed in surprise, I stare at the can on the ground as if it was leaking poison.

...

I'm officially crazy. That's what's happening. I've gone mad. Bonkers. Coo-coo in the head. Maybe I'm still not well from my little fainting spell yesterday. Is that what's happening?

Deciding rest was needed; I put my pajamas on and went to bed, making sure I was facing away from that poison can.

~oOo~

Saturday morning. That's the first thing that comes to my mind as I wake up. Today is the start of the weekend and going I'm going relax all day long.

I step out of bed, and making sure to walk around that can, I walk down into the living room. Sitting down on the couch is Alfred doing something on his phone. Probably texting his one too many friends. We both mumble a good morning to each other - we are not morning people as you can see - before I step into the kitchen.

Usually by this time, Papa would be making some exotic breakfast and Arthur would be sitting at the table grumbling and drinking his Earl Grey. Right now though, the kitchen is empty.

"Hey Al?" I get a grunt in response that means he can hear me. "Where are Papa and Arthur?"

"What? Oh that's right you were in bed when they told me." Alfred said as he walked in the kitchen himself. Leaning on the counter across from me, he continued. "Well Francis said that he has to work more at the restaurant, which means he's gonna be gone most of the days now and Dad told me that he was going in for a job interview because he didn't like staying home all the time. Can you believe it though? He's finally moving off his ass and getting a job!"

It took some time for all this to rap around my head. To sum that all up, nobody is going to be in the house anymore. Well except me of course. At least everyone else will be happy.

Alfred, sensing my sadness at hearing this, said "Well I can promise that I'll stay home with you today. Ok?" He held his pinky.

That's better then nothing, right? I smile a little as we swear on our pinkies.

"Thanks Al." I whispered in the nearly quiet room.

"America! Fuck yeah! Coming again to save the motherfucking day yeah! America! Fuck yeah! Freedom is the only way yeah!"

Alfred let go of my pinky and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cursing phone. That has to be the worst ringtone ever.

"Yo! Hero here!" he yelled into his phone. "Oh Kiku! How's it going dude?"

Shaking my head at him, I pulled out the necessarily ingredients to make pancakes, only half listening to Alfred's conversation. He's so loud, I thought to myself as I mixed everything in a bowl.

"Whoa! Vash is holding a party?"

Too bad Alfred can't go though, Vash really does hold awesome parties.

"I'll be there!"

WHAT?!

"Ok so what time is all this going down?" He asked, oblivious to my anger.

I glared at my bowl and automatically stared stirring faster. Alfred you hoser! You just promised to spend the day with me, or did you just forget me that fast? That must be a new record! Wow Al, you sure are great at the 'let's forget Matthew' game. I stirred even harder making pancake goo fly onto the counter.

"So I'll be there at six, ok? Vash will obviously need my help to set up. Do you need me to bring-?" Al stopped mid sentence. An intelligent 'uhh' came out of his mouth before he said "Actually dude, I have something to do. Bye." He ended the call without a reply.

Confused at what had just happened, I stayed motionless starring at the bowl.

"Uhh Matt?" Al spoke slowly as if he didn't want to startle me. "You know how yesterday you made that ball float, well-"

"It was not floating Al!" I yelled back still not daring to face him.

"Whatever. Tell yourself that but you might change your mind when you actually look around. Just don't drop it all please..."

"What? Drop what?" I asked as I turned around.

The scene I was met with was like something out of a movie. Random drawers where open as well as the fridge. That wasn't the weirdest thing though. Oh no it sure wasn't. Floating in the air where assorted items like plates, cups and utensils.

"What the hell is that?!" I pointed towards the bulk of the floating things. They responded to my arm movement and crashed against the wall behind them.

Silence came over the kitchen as we both looked at each other in shock.

"Holy shit I can levitate things."

~oOo~

Author's note:

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!

Ahem… I mean… What a surprising development!

So yeah, shorter chapter but I wanted to end this chapter here. Cliffhangers are fun and evil. Review if you wish and thanks for reading! See you next chapter!