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Hetalia doesn't belong to me…and humans names are use.
This morning was like always. Matthew woke up early and went to class. The teacher was in front, but he wasn't paying attention to any word he said. In his hands was the letter he received from Alfred. He is embarrassed about it, but he has to admit that somehow he feels happy because another person has taken interest in him without even trying. Matthew has made clear to himself that he's not that special and that he is boring. He also thinks he's invisible to everyone, including he's pet back home. He slowly rests his head on the small desk in front of him and his amethyst eyes stared through the window where outside the rain fell without stopping. He only wants to this day to end, to go back to his room and even though he doesn't want to admit it, the answer of the letter he send yesterday to Alfred.
Alfred was impatiently looking at the clock on the wall while his teacher said words that for him were useless. He passes his hands on his honey colored hair while his legs swing up and down, hitting the chair in front of him. A girl with short blonde hair quickly turns around and innocently stares at Alfred's blue eyes.
"Mister, will you please stop that?" she said. Her voice sounded like an angel. "Sorry Lily" he whispers.
He wanted this day to end. Somehow he wanted to know what his new friend wrote to him. He did know that the respond wasn't going to be friendly at all. That's why he wanted to know. He could have opened the letter right away, there in the classroom, but the Italian brothers warned him that if the teachers or headmasters learn about this they could get into trouble, especially if they have to spill out the whole true that could send them out of their job and they really need that job, even though they didn't like it, Romano at least.
What he wanted came. He didn't even let the teacher finished the good-bye phrase and he was already on the hall. He waved to few new friends that also passed by, probably to go to relax in the central room where they all read and enjoy the piano music by Roderich. He laughed just by remembering that name. Each time that he remembers the teacher his friend Gilbert came to his mind. He quickly passed the hall and Feliciano look around and gave him the letter and continued with his cleaning while Alfred continued to his room. It was late in the afternoon because he could hear the echo of what it sounds like a relaxing melody, which means that the teacher had begun with his piano lessons.
He stops at a wooden door and search for the keys in his pocket. He had to pick them from the floor because he was feeling nervous and they fell. After picking them he quickly opens the door and goes inside. He throws the books he was carrying to a desk that was to his left and sits on the edge of the bed and starts to read the letter.
Alfred F. Jones: Yes, my name is Matthew Williams and I'm really sorry that I was staring at you at the library. It wasn't my intention, I was curious like any other student would be if a new student joins this hypocrite institution. I want to inform you that I'm not alone or feeling lonely because I have two friends and I think that's enough for a person like me. I want to ask you a favor…please don't go around asking people about me, they simply don't care about my existence…they barely know me….and how come you know I have been here for two years? Aside from that, is really sad that you are having trouble with Ivan Braginski, he seems nice, even though I don't speak with him. Also, the Swiss teacher is not a teacher; he's one of the owners of this institution and his name is Vash Zwingli and he will be neutral as long as you don't talk, annoy or flirt with his little sister Lily Zwingli and yes, I don't mind that my friends are helping you as well. I just hope you don't get them into trouble…they are the only friends I have…please… Sincerly, Matthew Williams P.S Is just me or your name also sounds familiar?
Alfred quickly hides the letter under his pillow and sits on his desk. He grabs a piece of paper and a pencil and starts writing the respond to Matthew's letter. He lenjoyed this and more than enjoying he like it.
Okay this the third chapter..thank you for reading and review…
