Matthew sighed. "Williams. Matthew Williams."

His math teacher frowned, looking over the roll once more. "I don't see you..."

"I'm at the very end! Second to last!" he said in exasperation.

The teacher frowned, staring at the list for a while before exclaiming, "Oh! Here you are! Matthew Williams!"

The blond sighed and nodded in relief. "Thank you."

"Were you late or on time?"

"I was the first one in the classroom besides you..."

"Are you serious? I never saw you!"

"... yes, I'm serious."

"You fade in pretty well, don't ya, uhh... ?"

"Matthew."

"Right. Matthew."

The young man, whose name had been missed during role call (not surprising, but...), sighed and left after getting it through the teacher's head that he did exist and that he was in class that day. He had been going through that pretty much all day.

It was sad to say, but he was actually used to this sort of thing. He had gone through it throughout pretty much all of elementary school, middle school, and high school. He wasn't sure what it was about him, but something made people forget him. Even Alfred forgot he existed sometimes, although it wasn't nearly as often as it had been before.

As he walked out of the school campus, he sighed, feeling the warm sunshine warming him up a bit. The college had been just a few degrees to cold... it was nice to feel the heat of the day~... to a certain point. Matthew did enjoy the cold more than the hot, admittedly, but he generally blamed that on his being Canadian.

"Yoooooo bro!" Matthew gasped as Alfred gave him a tackle hug from behind, wrapping his arms around the younger twin's neck. "Dude! We got out at, like, the same freakin' time! We must be just that awesome!"

Matthew gave an awkward grin. "Sure, Al."

"So, like, did you get lunch or what?" Alfred asked, already pulling Matthew along to a McDonald's without waiting for an answer.

"M- my class period ran through lunchtime, s- so no..." Matthew mumbled out as he was dragged along.

"Then we need to get you some food!" Alfred proclaimed.

"... does it have to be fast food?"

"Hell to the yes!"

Matthew groaned slightly. "But... you know I hate fast food..."

"We'll get you a shake and fries," Alfred waved it off.

Matthew sighed again. After moving in with Alfred, he had became a vegetarian. It wasn't that he was sickened at meat or anything, he just was no longer able to eat it after watching the other boy scarf down pretty much an entire cow. And that was when they were in sixth grade. Alfred's appetite and only grown since then...

Matthew guessed that he might be able to start eating meat again as soon as he was far enough away from his brother. He did kinda miss it, but watching his brother eat it completely ruined it for him.

"So, how's your roommate?" Alfred asked as casually as he could.

Matthew winced. Although the Prussian hadn't pulled any romantic or sexual moves since the kiss (that idiotic and awful kiss...), he still hadn't gotten any better. He was still a jerk and he was still a slob and he was still sexy, which he knew all too well.

"Fine..." Matthew mumbled.

"Two more days and it'll have been a week. You sure you're fine?" Alfred asked.

Matthew nodded. "I'm fine... how about your roomie? Didn't you say he was, like, British or something?"

Alfred groaned loudly. "Yes! The guy will not shut up! Like, his accent is totally wicked and fancy and all that shit at first, but... oh, god, it's so annoying! He's always complaining about how I'm a slob and have too many comic books and blegh! It's like he's trying to be my mo-" Alfred cut himself off and said quickly, "A replacement you!"

Matthew didn't seem to catch the first thing he was going to say. "I'm not that bad, am I?"

"Dude. You told me to pick up my socks." Alfred stared at him like it was the worst thing the other could have done.

"Whatever..." Matthew sighed. "So this new roommate... ?"

"Has freakin' huge eyebrows. Like, seriously," Alfred said. "The things just... holy shit, ever heard of a tweezer? I mean, like, generally dudes shouldn't do that 'cause it's kinda... uh... yeah, but, like, he needs to, ya know?"

"I've never met him," Matthew reminded his brother.

"Oh, yeah." Alfred squinted at the golden arches they were walking towards. "I think I'm gonna get the quarter pounder."

Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes while Alfred started ranting about how delicious fast food was. His brother couldn't focus on anything for more than five seconds. Still, at least they weren't talking about Gilbert anymore... that would be... not fun.

The albino hadn't gotten much better. Okay, he wasn't any better. If anything, he was worse. Matthew couldn't let anyone know that what he was doing was bugging him, however. If he did, he'd loose and come crawling back to Alfred. He wanted to be independent! If he could just make it through the first week... he had been through much worse. He could do this much.

"Yo, Mattie, order up!" Alfred said, rapping his brother head lightly. "Come out of la di da land!"

Matthew blinked and looked up in surprise. They were already inside, at the front of the line. When the heck had that happened? Alfred stared at him for a while before rolling his eyes and ordering a chocolate shake and large fries for him.

"You gotta pay more attention," Alfred said as he sat down at a two-person table. "What was going through your brain?"

"Just... thinking," Matthew mumbled.

"About what?"

"... hockey."

Alfred shrugged. "If you say so."

"I miss Kumokawa," Matthew grumbled.

"Still can't remember it's name?"

"Mom's fault for naming it something Japanese."

"What was with her and that Japanese crap, anyway?"

"Dunno. She liked Shinto stuff."

"And yet she was Christian. She should've converted to that."

"Mm."

After a moment, Alfred hesitantly asked, "Does it still hurt to talk about her?"

Matthew shrugged, opened his mouth to answer, then was cut off as someone called their number. Both teens stood up and grabbed their food, and Alfred quickly forgot the question he was going to ask, much to Matthew's relief.

The answer was yes.

Matthew sipped on his chocolate shake and sighed. "Do you think summer'll be ending soon?"

"Hope not," Alfred grunted. "I want it to be summer all year."

"And I want it to be winter all year," was the reply he got.

"Whatever. Guess what I totally did today?" Alfred demanded as he took a huge chomp out of his quarter pound cheeseburger.

"What?" Matthew sighed.

"Mmkay, so, like, this Cuban dude who was, like, freakin' huge, called me out on eating in class when we weren't supposed to, and I totally got right back at him since by spraying a Coke in his face!" Alfred cackled.

"You shouldn't do that!" Matthew cried.

"He deserved it. He and I are now mortal enemies! Oh, and I'm enemies with the stupid Brit! And the albino freak! Plus some other people!" Alfred exclaimed. "And you have to fight them all with me!"

"A- Al! I don't wanna fight anybody!"

"Too bad! You are now my sidekick!"

"Sidekick?"

"Yeah, man! I'll be Batman and you can be Robin!"

"N- no way!"

"Why not? It'll be epic!"

"Alfred!"

"Yo, dude, want me to drop you off at your dorm, or what?" Alfred asked, completely changing the subject once again.

"I've got it... and I'm not being your sidekick," Matthew added.

"Lame sauce," Alfred complained.

"Don't care," Matthew said, pulling out a couple of fries. "Ugh, why do you like this stuff? It's so... blegh."

"It's delicious!" he said.

"It's oily," he countered.

"It's salty!"

"It's fatty."

"It's the best!"

"It's the worst."

Alfred pouted. "You can be such a meanie!"

"Mm," Matthew said, chewing on the food.

"How many teachers forgot you or looked you over or didn't hear you talk or-"

"All of them."

"Aww, that sucks. Thought that a different school would be different."

"I know, right?"

"At least I remember you, Marcus."

"... I hate you."

"Aww, that's so mean!"

"You're the one that's mean."

"Mattiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

"Go away!"

"But my dorm is this way, too..."

"I don't care! Go away!"

"You're such a poo-butt."

"What are you, five?"

"It's sexy."

"How is acting like you're five sexy?"

"It just is. You're turned on."

"No, I'm not."

"But I'm sexy."

"No comment."

"Matt, you're gonna make me cry."

"Sure."

"Be nice!"

Matthew smacked Alfred lightly upside the head as he walked up to his door. "Didn't I tell you to not follow me?"

Alfred shrugged. "Meh. You love me."

"Whatever," Matthew said as he opened the door. "I just think that-"

Matthew promptly cut himself off and felt his face redden considerably as he saw what was going on on a certain Prussian's bed. It included a blond man that looked vaguely familiar on top of a certain albino and tongues mixing.

Matthew, and I do believe this is needless to say, fainted, and catching his brother was the only thing that kept the other twin from doing the same.

A/N- wat

This is kind of enjoyable to write because I make this crap up on the spot. I know how I'm gonna end the story, but I don't know the rest of this crap, which is why this story may be moved up to M at some point. Oh hon hon.

Alsooo, Gilbert is supposed to seem like a fast-moving jerk. I really, honestly want him to be a total douche. Yah. Oh, and thanks for the reviews. And Hetalia isn't mine. And these freaking A/N's are way longer than my old ones. ;dslkafjads;klf