Author's Note : Hey guys ! I just couldn't hold myself from writing this chapter. I wrote this chapter until my iPad ran out of power and managed to continue it after I charged it halfway full. And plus I deeply apologise if my English isn't that good and kinda basic! I'll try to be a bit more creative in the future and I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter.

Warning : Contain strong languages and minor violence. May or may not be suitable for those at young age but who cares. Just read it

Disclaimer : None of the Hetalia characters are mine. All of them belongs to their respective owner.


Upon reaching the foyer of the house. Matthew's heart started to beat faster than usual and fear kicked in. A struck of lightning could be seen not far from where he is standing, sending a loud thunder through the air. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the door and grabbed the knob. Exhaling and inhaling again, twisting the knob and pushed the door open.

"Hh-hello mo-m-mother…" He greeted his mother with obvious fear upon seeing his mother's sour and angry face . Closing the door behind him to avoid eye contact.What is is now?….. He could hear his mother mumbled something under her breath "I'm sorry mother… I didn't catch that" facing her again.

"I. Said." she paused and released her breath like a bull. "Don't. CALL ME YOUR MOTHER!" She shouted and angrily walked towards the horrified male . Every step she took caused Matthew's reflex to make his legs walk backward, though it was pointless when his back came in contact with the wall. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT?" Furiously grabbing Matthew's long hair "DONT. CALL. ME. YOUR. MOTHER!" banging Matthew's head onto the wall after every word. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND? HM?!"

"Yes mo-" her dark-brown eyes widened cutting Matthew's breath and threatening him to finish the sentence "Yes. Mrs. Quebec"

"Good boy…" She gently pat Matthew's left cheek with her free hand and tugged down his hair releasing it in the process. "Oi stupid shit. Don't forget dinner. Or…" she twiddled her fingers "you want me to do IT again" and walked away.

Matthew removed his glasses and wiped the flowing tears.

Everything would be much better if Alfred and papa were here. No fights. No violence. And the most important thing, protection . Mrs. Quebec isn't Alfred's and my biological mother. But in fact it was our biological mother's older sister. Mrs. Quebec was a moderate looking brunette unlike their biological mother who had blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes. And spent most of her entire life single until one day… After mama died giving birth to Matthew… That's where Mrs. Quebec stepped in and did things to seduce papa into marrying her. Why did she marry papa ? She told me that it was simply to take revenge on me for KILLING her sister and to get into Papa's money.

Papa has a good job. A good job means that Papa was paid big. And a big paid job also meant that he will always be out on business trips, and his office. Rarely stepping into the house . And because of that too, I didn't have the chance to tell papa about Mrs. Quebec abusive actions and real intentions of marrying papa.

Of course I got to tell Alfred about this, without doubts he believed me and that just sets all my anxiety away but….. Mrs. Quebec always knew the way to turn a one hundred and eighty degrees position to an another one hundred and eighty degrees by her strong and artistic deception leading Alfred to disagree with Matthew. I got to tell Papa once. Just once… And never again. Papa disbelieved on her intentions and abusive actions towards me. Without Matthew's acknowledgement , their conversation was being eavesdropped by the no other Mrs. Quebec. Sparking her anger and lead to … To..

Matthew's memory was disrupted when Mrs. Quebec shouted from the kitchen and he quickly got onto his feet , nearly tripping on the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. Not again…

"Oh great you're here" she blew cigar smoke towards Matthew's direction. "Come here" she gestured with her pointer finger. And Matthew obeyed with fear. "Say Matthew… What's wrong with this dish?" pushing the plate of rum steak away in a proper manner. But Matthew knew that Mrs. Quebec is prone to burst into her usual rage.

"I-I-I… I dddd-don't know Mrs. Quebec" Words came out like whispers. Matthew didn't dare to look at the calm expression of Mrs. Quebec's again.

"Speak up piece of shit. I can't hear you" she demanded

"I don't know" this time he spoke a bit louder. Just enough for her to catch it

She nodded her head, still with the calm face of hers. "Come a little closer and I'll tell you" and he once again obeyed by her words. "Good. You want to know why?" Matthew wasn't sure if he should answer that so he just stared at her with dreadful expressions. "THE PROBLEM IS. IT ISN'T FULLY COOK YOU SHIT" spitting the meat on Matthew's face. "WHEN I SAY I WANT IT FULLY COOK. I WANTED IT LIKE THIS!" Taking Matthew's hand by surprise and she pressed the end of the lit cigar on his bare palm. Matthew wanted to scream but all he could do was shriek and endure the burning pain . Every second felt like an hour. All he wanted was for the pain to end. Finally, she pulled the cigarette from his palm. "Let that be a lesson to you. Fucking shit. Can't even cook properly" giving one last spit at Matthew's face and went out of the kitchen.

It hurts… It hurts so much… Wrapping his burnt hand's wrist with the free one, trying his best to hold the pain. Alfred… Papa… With shaky legs, he weakly walk to the sink and let the water flow down onto the palm. Cooling it and sending pain immediately upon contact. His breathing began to stutter along with the flow of tears.

"Hold it in, Matthew… You're stronger than that"

"Third degree burn. Interesting. How did this even happen, Williams-san?" Doctor Kiku examining the wound thoroughly.

"Urm….." Matthew tried to think of an excuse

"Well. Whatever it is, you should be extra careful next time , Williams-san" giving Matthew the treatment for the burn

"Yes… I will and thank you doctor" eyes not leaving his treated palm.

And that's pretty much how my daily life is.


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