Not everything is as it appears

By: Chiabride

Author's note: Hi everyone! So this is chapter 11 even though originally it was suppose to be chapter 10. I hope you are not too mad cause really I had a bit of trouble writing this and the next chapter. But now I'm back on track and we can get on with this story.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya I am just the fan fiction writer and therefore can only write this for no profit. Not to say that I don't get a reward believe me every time someone reviews, puts me on story alert, or puts me in their favorite stories my heart does a little dance.

Warnings: More drunks, abuse, scalping, language

Chapter title: Unlike how the saying goes blood is not always thicker than water

Bold Italic Text: Mental thought

Plain Italic Text: Foreign language

Bold Text: Yelling

Bold Italic Underscore Text: Emphasizing


[June 30th 1995 10:59 pm]

'Is my birthday really tomorrow?' Matthew thought in surprise after checking the calendar in her study, her surprise was over the fact that she'd lost track of time. Unlike most other nations, who lost track of time so often that they stopped paying attention to it all together, Matthew on the other hand was always aware of time and how slow it actually moved and this was all due to her living with her ever constant companions: solitude and loneliness. Catching herself Matthew vigorously shook her head of those thoughts they led to something dark so she ran her hands through her hair stopping midway and pulling a lock in front of her eyes.

'The bet.' Matthew mentally reminded herself as though she forgot why she exactly had stopped cutting her hair and wearing her glasses. Australia and New Zealand had played dirty, distracting her with their words, and then tricking her into saying yes to a bet that they knew she would not win. They had beaten her by eighty-nine medals and so she had to adhere to their requests. Now as odd as it seemed the first two requests were for her to grow out her hair and stop wearing glasses. It was odd and struck her that the reason they wanted her to grow her hair out was probably because one of them had a fetish for it. Still she agreed and when she asked about the final request they laughed refusing to tell her instead changed the subject at that time to when they would get to see her house.

Since then those two started just showing up without warning either together or separately then adding them and Gilbert's odd visits together meant she had little to no alone time. Once all three had shown up at five am one morning and Gilbert knowing from experience where her spare key was let himself and them in. Matthew had been woken up when New Zealand had climbed on her bed only to jump on her a second later. The rest of that visit had been interesting after that with Gilbert and Australia bonding over beer and telling stories.

The two, when they visited, whether it was separately or together it was… nice and if she was truthful with herself she would honestly say that she was truly enjoying being around them. When they came, politics were thrown out the door and the two showed her a caring that she could honestly say scared her. But she could also see how it was helping change her and she was starting to like the way her hair looked long as well as liking herself a little more with the time she spent with them. The one who didn't like her change was America who recently has been getting more and more touchy since he showed up at her home, baring more porn.

A loud bang coming from the front hall startled Matthew and woke Kumajirou up, the bear letting out a warning growl with just a slight hint of the hairs in his coat standing straight up. Matthew grabbing the spare hockey stick she kept in this room just in case, gripped it tight and made her way towards what she could only assume was an intruder. What she found when she reached her front hall was the door to the outside lying on her floor and the idiot trio outside were drunkenly laughing at it.

The Canadian set her hockey stick against the wall and for a minute Matthew thought back to the oceanic duo's last visit. Australia had gotten so wasted that night during a football* match on TV that he'd broken a load of stuff and New Zealand had told her that they should just call the RCMP on what she referred to as "his obnoxious ass". This had gotten the island nation a shocked reaction from Matthew and New Zealand had laughed when she noticed it. If Australia had not passed out a short while later New Zealand would have actually followed through with what she said.

So now Matthew stood entertaining the idea of someone else dealing with these men who had now fully broken her door. The little bit of courageous part of her that had been growing steadily since the oceanic duo had started being a part of her life, said that they wouldn't fix the door and really they weren't her problem. But most importantly she didn't have to take defending her chastity from her brother and her former guardian. But the 'sensible' part of Matthew said that she was being stupid and that involving her citizens in any fashion would affect diplomatic relations.

As she made her way to the men she noticed that France and England were too drunk to stand anymore having both fallen on their butts. America on the other hand was standing there calmly and staring at her, which she assumed that meant he was not as drunk as last time. Looking at her brother she asked. "America could you carry England in while I take France?"

America responded by giving her an even creepier stare which Matthew refused to focus on and hauled France up before taking him into the living room. Depositing the Frenchman into her favorite chair she turned expecting to find America hauling England in behind her. She only saw America and that was because he was standing a little too closely behind her doing a rather impressive impression of Sweden with a hint of Russia's creepiness. Matthew said nothing feeling that he was just being weird and she really didn't want to deal with this creepy behavior so she ignored him leaving the living room to retrieve England.

England for his part had decided that because he was so drunk he would just pass out where he was outside. Matthew finding him there did not get to think much on this as America decided to startle her by threading his fingers through her hair. She instantly pulled away from the digits as she had done so many times before when he tried touching her hair and went around England in preparation of getting him in the house.

The Englishman did not stir as Matthew pulled him into a sitting position, or when she slung his arm over her shoulder, or even when she finally hauled him and herself into standing only stumbling once. Matthew was grateful to be distracted with England because it kept her mind away from that creeping feeling of fear that had been growing in the back of her mind. But she ignored it and dragged the Englishman inside.

Finally reaching the couch she nearly toppled over but caught herself and with one good heave dropped England into a sitting position on the couch. Matthew let out a sigh of relief at having gotten the dead weight and lifting her right hand to her forehead she rubbed it in trying to figure out what to do with America. Out of the corner of her eye the Canadian saw her brother trying to reach for her again but she denied him again.

'This must be a new level of drunk for America.' Matthew thinks at the unusually slow way he's been trying to grab her hair and just her hair. She can tell he's drunk because smells like he took a bath in the stuff. Now normally the man is like a ninja and only touches her locks when she's sitting next to him. He'll get a hold of one near her ear alternating between rubbing it with his thumb and forefinger and tugging on it. But after the games were over the Canadian has pretty much stopped sitting next to her brother partly because most of the meetings they go to have designated seating. But at the meetings that seating is a free choice the oceanic duo would ambush her, each taking an arm, lift her up, pull her over to where they had chosen to sit, and deposit her in a chair that just happens to be in-between their seats.

Matthew is brought out of her thoughts as America has successfully gotten hold of some of her hair. Although he's holding it gently in his hand the nation is glaring at it like every strand he has is offending him and there is a slight wrinkle to his nose that looks like he is disgusted by them. So thinking it might be a good idea that she gets the man some coffee she uncurls his fingers from her hair and pats his hand. The disguised female maneuvers herself around the couch and tries to get out of her living room only for her to fail as her sibling caught her wrist. His hold is strong and if the pain is any indication from how tight his grip is she knows there will soon be bruising.

"Why does Mattie keep doing that?" Is what he's says next and Matthew blinks up at him unsure and questioning every action since she put her hockey stick down. America gives her wrist a hard squeezed to get Matthew's attention back on him before demanding. "Why does Mattie keep doing that?"

"A-America I-I-I…"

"See Mattie's doing it again!" The American yelled his grip so tight that Matthew can feel the cracking of the bones in her wrist. He's hurting her and the fear that she ignored before is at full force screaming for her to remove his hand and get away. But when she tries to claw at his fingers with her free hand to let her go America just uses his own to bat hers away. He then uses that free hand to grab a fist full of her hair and pulls her closer briefly studying it before saying. "Mattie doesn't seem to understand how patient I am and how I've been really trying to understand Mattie's hobbies. When Francis told us about Mattie's likes I could have told Mattie's boss, but as a good brother and the hero I've been keeping quiet."

"America you're scaring me please just-" Matthew tries pleading but it only gets her wrist free before he puts his hand over her mouth silencing her. "Shhhh. Mattie needs to stay quiet and listen but Mattie never listened to me before like when it came to independence and other stuff, you would just fight me. So can Mattie be quiet for me and listen for once?"

With the combination of the look he gave Matthew and the fear that is pumping through her body the Canadian can do nothing more then give a quiet yes. Unfortunately the American did not catch the answer and thought she was ignoring him so he violently jarred her head. When her second response was much louder America gave her a smile that made the female nations stomach churn before he went back to talking. "Good. I'm the hero so I know what's best for Mattie but Mattie's not making me feel like Mattie appreciates what I do for Mattie. I mean we're brothers but Mattie doesn't call me anything more than America and now recently Mattie hasn't been letting me touch Mattie but with the others Mattie does. So while I was drinking with Francis and Iggy I brought up Mattie's odd behavior and does Mattie know what they did?"

"N-no." Matthew quickly responds before America can shake her again. She is unable to use the hand of the wrist he broke because all she can feel from it is excruciating pain but she grabs his fist with her uninjured hand to try to free herself. America hearing his siblings answer, and ignoring her tries at getting free continued. "They laughed. LAUGHED! At the very idea that Mattie has been getting attention and then when Iggy remembered something he told us about what Mattie did at some games then they laughed at me for being worried. But they don't understand because really they don't care and in truth no one cares about Mattie. Not Iggy, not Francis, not any of them, they just want something from Mattie and so they give Mattie false feelings making Mattie act different. But I'm the only one who cares and I know Mattie will only get hurt if Mattie keeps changing. So as the hero I have to help Mattie see."

America's words made Matthew's hand drop to her sides the will to fight the man him no longer there. She felt hollow and numb believing his words no matter how crazy it sounded because when she looked to the two European nations neither stirred from their slumber even when her brother had been almost yelling. In the back of her mind though she was screaming herself for Kumajirou to save her but the little bear wasn't coming because he had gone back to sleep and the room they were in was too far away.

America believing that his brother had finally seen his way of thinking pulled the other nation over to the coffee table. Matthew painfully followed and when the American forced him to sit on it the Canadian did which made that disgusting smile grow even wider. He did not let go of her hair instead he set a his foot up next her on the table and with some difficulty pulled her with him as he rolled up his pants leg. It was there that she saw the KA-BAR* strapped to it her eyes growing wide as she began to hyperventilate.

It was only after America had fully unsheathed the weapon and pulled the both of them up did he notice her rapid breathing. The American's whiskey addled mind actually accomplished telling the man that his sibling was panicked and so he tried to stroke the nation's face from the temple to the chin, the problem being that he chose to use the hand holding the knife. The reaction he got from this was terrified eye pleading with fear and whimpers not what he had hoped for so continuing to stroke her face but this time making shushing noises. When he could not get the disguised female to calm down so he chose to ignore the person who was going to cooperate and get on with what really had pissed him throughout the night.

The order of the next events went as followed: America still fisting Canada's hair walked around to stand behind the other nation, he tilted her head forward exposing the back of her neck, pressing the knife hard at the base of her skull planning cut the hair in a quick motion unaware that he was also cutting into flesh, as Matthew felt the weapon cut into her flesh in an upward motion separating skin from muscle she could not stop herself from releasing a blood-curdling scream.


A/N: O_O OH THANK GOD IT'S DONE! I really can't believe I did it. Anyone else surprised by what I wrote cause you all aren't the only ones. I know that this is not the chapter I promised and that more than likely Alfred does not seem drunk but he is. I really did not expect this chapter to turn out like it did seriously the original concept was that he was drunkenly forcing her to let him cut her hair in the kitchen and then he thought about scalping and tried it on her. One concept of this chapter was that a bear was suppose to attack him but it didn't really work and it took forever trying to figure out what actually was going to happen.

Please no body hate me for writing a crazy America or hating me for what I did to Matthew I promise that after next chapter nothing like this or what happens in the next chapter will happen to him/her again. I can with all honesty say that much of what was written was influenced by the song Surrender from Evanescence. I wonder if people are getting tired of me writing about drunk people and what someone might do under the influence.

By the way if anyone is wondering what a KA-BAR is it's an American armed forces issued fighting and utility knife that is also called a Bowie knife. It's something that I would expect America to be carrying around on his person at all times.

Before I forget a quick message to the user farawaydreamer. You're right, there needs more love between Canada and England and yes I actually am planning on doing a Fem!Canada x England story because no one has done it before and it would be really fun. I found a couple of requests on the kink meme that looked like they would be good to write about but also I have a few ideas of my own I'm thinking about doing. Right now though just need to finish this and Funny kind of love story.

Okay I'm now ending the A/N and working on Chapter 12. See you all in the next chapter and remember reviews are much love and fuel for Matthew's recovery.