Hey there guys! So, I know this has been, what, two weeks without updates? I'm so sorry for not updating this sooner. I actually had this chapter finished earlier, but my beta-reader didn't get back to me. Er, anyways, this chapter is pretty short. I'm actually kinda losing steam on this story. I want to continue it in school, so I'll probably end it soon and create a sequel.
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to Kit Kat 7236
Chapter nine: Showing My True Colors
[Mathew's POV]
The doctor said that I was going to be released that day. He also prescribed anti-depressants for me to take. Gilbert also visited me again. We didn't actually talk. He just sat there, then left. His actions still intrigue me, although I'll probably never actually see him again. How will my family act with me back home? They'll probably start smothering me with love, insist that they'll never forget me again. A bit late, isn't it?
Around 20 minutes later, Francis arrived, along with Alfred.
"Mathieu!" Francis said, coming over and hugging me. "We've missed you so much!"
"Yeah bro!" Alfred said, also hugging him.
They could've said that they didn't see the obvious look of discomfort in my eyes. They could've pretended to not see me stiffen. They could have overlooked the fact that I didn't hug back. What they couldn't ignore, however, is the fact that I pushed them off.
"Mathieu?" Francis asked, looking concerned.
"Bro?"
I didn't feel the least bit of compassion for them. After all, it was then who made my life Hell. I had been putting on a mask for so long, that I finally snapped. "Don't touch me." I hissed, turning towards the car.
The car ride home was filled with ackward silence, only breaking when Alfred asked to get something at McDonalds. It didn't help that almost every second was filled with concerned glances at where I was. Once we got back home, I immediately tried to go towards my room, but was stopped by Arthur, who insisted that we bond over dinner. "So," he said, passing out the potatoes."Your papa and I have enrolled you in a brand new school. It's called World Academy."
No surprise there. They probably found out about the bullying. "Also," he added. "Your uncle Allistor will be visiting us. He should arrive tomorrow."
Uncle Allistor? Well, at least it's someone I like. He was always my favorite relative. Reason being, the fact that he liked me more then Alfred. He always went out of his way to send me a gift from wherever he was visiting. And he almost never forgot me. Although, he doesn't visit often because Arthur doesn't like him much.
"Uncle Allistor? Darn! I wanted Uncle Dylan to come over!" Of course you do. He loves you oh so very much.
I sighed, and started to play with my food. It was jut like always. At first they'll include me, then slowly, I'll fade into the background. It was like a story. When you start, your entranced with it, but when you get near the end, your motivation is depleted, and eventually you forget about it.
"I'm finished. I'm going to my room." I said while standing up.
"Uh, actually, you'll be rooming with Alfred for awhile. Just while we clean up your room." Arthur said tentatively.
I scowled. Of course I'm rooming with Alfred. Probably want to make sure I won't do anything stupid. Heading towards our room, I plopped down on the inflatable bed, and fell into an uneasy sleep.