HetaGakkō

Chapter 12

Matthew's P.O.V.

The footsteps made an abrupt stop, bringing me back from my mixed thoughts. I turned around, slightly deterred of my previous idea. A detective wouldn't just suddenly stop unless they found something, and I'm almost positive that I searched this whole plane without so much as a twinkle of a hidden weapon or death cause. I grew suspicious and quickly jumped back into the room, ignoring both the protests of Kumajirou and the horrid scent that wafted my sense of smell.

I picked at the broken lock for a few seconds, fixing it into place, then locked the door shut. The footsteps resumed and stopped at the front of the door. There was a call in a language, one of which I didn't take my time to register due to my freaking out state, and there was a loud bang.

"SHIT!"

W-was that a detective!?

The door suddenly began banging, and there were more shouts in the strange, slurring language. Was that Arabic? I think it is.

I searched around the room, only finding one escape that was currently unusable being that it was bulletproof and that there was nothing outside of it to break my fall. But what choice do I have? Drill a hole through the ground of the plane? It's impossible, and so the window was my only option. I sighed, taking Kumajirou out of my hood and setting him down.

"Kumajirou... Do you mind if you could maybe break the window?" I asked politely, trying to keep my voice from spluttering in terror. The door's banging increased, and I heard the lock failing to keep in tac. Kumajirou noticed our situation, by the look he gave the metal door, and grew into his full grown size, standing up on his hind legs. I took a step back and let him smash his claws into the stick glass repeatedly.

It was going to take a while, I figured, so I pressed my weight fully onto the door, hoping for my life that the metal door wasn't some cheaply made metal that bullets could shoot through. I frantically darted my eyes across the room, searching for anything that could be used for my defense. I came close to nothing but a simple pocket knife stuck into the chair, and that really wasn't something that could really help me against a psycho with a machine gun.

I repeat, really. But fuck reality, right? This is a world with personified nations, and that's something that no one can prove with science. So screw reality. I've had enough of it's bullmoose. It's gotten me in a load of dumbness and I really just don't want to deal with it anymore.

I sighed, placing a hand over my forehead to rub my temples. I'm going crazy, aren't I? Well, they say that maniacs feel much more lighter and less stressed than normal people. I guess I wouldn't have a problem with going crazy. I let go of the door for a split moment, grabbed the pocket knife, and stamped myself right back onto the flat surface, just in time as the lock fully broke at that moment. I gulped and flipped the pocket knife into it's wine bottle opener thingy (whatever the hell you call it), and dug it in between the crack of the doorframe, creating a new lock. I twisted it into a firmer place and looked for something else that could help, but then nearly hit myself. I once again jumped for another object, this time a chair, and stuck it under the door handle.

Now, securing myself into the haven, I turned towards Kumajirou, noticing that he was nearly completely through the window.

I gazed through the room, once again searching for any other object that could serve me some help in the situation, just in case, and laid eyes onto the dead man. I realized that the room still reeked with the disgusting smell and wrinkled my nose, looking away. I did a double-take, though, noticing something now that I was looking at the man at a better view. He looked familiar...

He looked like me.

I gulped, a cold sweat going down my brow. My vision became blurry, and the sounds of the scratching and itching on the hard glass melted it's sound into a slur. My balance went off, and for some reason, I didn't exactly feel like I was aware of anything around me. I heard a sound of breaking glass, the noise being slight soothing due to its slur, and the yelling of Kumajirou. I noticed that everything around me seemed to look like there was purple smoke floating around, and the banging on the door ceased, being replaced with constant bullet shots and yelling.

All my senses died out eventually, my feeling being the only one left as I felt myself being slowly, yet painfully, lifted up.

Alfred's P.O.V.

I was heading towards the airport for the flight towards Toronto, but was stopped by these flight attendants.

"Excuse me sir, but you are not aloud to go through the plane towards Toronto at the moment. We can send you towards a detour-"

"Why can't I go through the Toronto flight?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow. Mattie was on a flight towards Toronto, I'm almost positive, so I was slightly worried. But if a plane really crashed, what are the odds that it was Matthew's flight?

"A plane crashed by the water of the airport."

"Which line?"

"Air Japan."

I nearly fainted. "Air Japan!? My brother was one that flight! Is he okay!?"

"Only two passengers died, sir." The flight attendant said, trying to calm me down. But really, that didn't calm me down at all. If people died, then people must've been hurt! If Matthew's hurt, I will literally drop to the ground and faint. "A certain man by the name Matthew landed the plane safely onto the water and instructed the passengers out of the plane professionally. God bless the boy."

I stopped in my mental rant and starred at her. "Matthew? Matthew P. Williams? That... My brother landed the plane?"

I wasn't sure exactly if I should have been relieved or totally pissed off with the fact that my brother tried to maneuver a fucking plane without so much of even an hour of practice in the past ten years, but as long as he's okay, then I guess I'm happy.

"Who died?"

The flight attendant, recovering from the previously shocked state, frowned and looked down. "Let's see... I was informed that the pilot was shot multiple times in the chest, while the other, a man I'm not entirely sure whom might he be, was strangled."

"Could you give me a description?"

"Certainly. I was told it was a young man by the age of 16 or so, blonde wavy hair, glasses, and pale skin."

And that's where I actually did faint. And I'm not sure if it was because of the description or if it was because something happened to Matthew...

Nobody's P.O.V. (That's right! Lol, and this is with the OHSHC)

Tamaki and the others had been sitting and talking about Matthew the whole time the events of the plane had been going on. Haruhi and Honey seemed to be the most openly interested out of the group, while Hikaru and Kaoru stayed silent, looking at each other at random times as if they understood one another. Mori, though seemingly emotionless, had a hint of interest shining in his dull eyes, and Kyoya was just listening intently.

"So, let's review what we know so far..." Haruhi said, sighing. "Matthew is the nation of Canada and has been living for over a hundred years or more. He has a brother named Alfred, who is the personification of America. If that's so, then when Matthew said that his father was missing, it was a lie? So that would mean that he never had a father in the first place."

"Unless..." Kyoya whispered to himself, but noticing that he said it out loud, straightened up and tilted his glasses upwards. "Canada can't be the only one with a persona, correct? Then, what if there was a personification of France? If that's so, then that would mean France raised Matthew for a short period of his life. Matthew would consider him his father, isn't that correct?"

Honey nodded. "But, what about when Canada was given to England?"

There was a silence in the room.

"Honey-sempai... That could've been what we saw when Matthew was crying over that guy he called 'Papa.' Papa, like Daddy. And that guy with the bushy eyebrows... England, maybe?"

"From what we remember..." The twins intervened. "Is that Canada was a country that wasn't too fond of England when taken over by the British, and the French speakers and English speakers were separated by land. That's why Quebec speaks French. So, Matthew probably did not like the bushy brow guy."

"Then, Canada would've met America?" Haruhi asked. "Because America was under British rule as well, so that would mean that Canada had to start living under the same roof as America. That's when Canada and America, in this case, Matthew and Alfred, became brothers."

"But, I'm still confused about some things." Tamaki stated, crossing his legs as he leaned on his hand in thought. "Matthew is shy, doesn't like being touched, and is generally quiet, but a little... easily annoyed. Well, okay, not easily, considering he didn't scream like he did in the flash back." He paused as he and everyone else in the room shivered. "But, does he effect the country with the way he acts, or does the country effect him?"

"How could he know?" Haruhi asked. "If you act like everyone else, I don't think you would be able to know if you're effected by everyone else or if everyone else is effected by you."

"But, what if the land was bombed?" Honey said. "Would he... feel it?"

Haruhi grimaced. "Now that I think of it, did any of you guys noticed how Matthew and his brother looked like when they were fighting? They both didn't have that many wounds, but they kind of looked like they were going through hell. Matthew looked like he had gone completely insane, while his brother looked like he was in physical pain, and he wasn't even the one getting hit in the face over and over again."

"Washington. America's heart. York, the capital of the North in the 14th century. Matthew, Canada... He is the North, so that would mean that York was his heart. And if both were burned..."

"They were both going through fucking hell."

A tense atmosphere filled the room, everyone engulfed in what felt like tar. Everyone's breath hitched and all eyes were casted towards the ground as they realized how much pain and suffering their new friend has been through.

"So Matthew..." Tamaki said. "Has been going through more pain than any other human being could ever handle in their whole lives. And he hasn't fully snapped. I would've... I would've committed suicide by now. I could never go through that. Nobody can."

Kyoya looked at everyone's faces and sighed. "Well, I certainly respect our... well, he's actually our senior, isn't he?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, but instantly shifted their gazes to the door that was shut slapped open by the host club Manager, Renge.

"GUYS! GUYS! Matthew went on a plane, right? To Toronto? Don't ask questions, I know everything!"

Everyone gave her confused looks, but shook it off.

"What about it?"

"THE PLANE CRASHED! Two people died, and one person remains missing! Matthew landed the plane and saved nearly everyone! The pilot died, the cause was unknown, and an actor died too! Matthew is missing though!"

Everyone stood up from their seats and ran towards the room where the Television was held.

Yeah, so, I usually review after my last chapter gets ten reviews, but I got impatient and decided not to wait for you guys, lol.

Also, I'm trying to be more descriptive because my teacher was telling me to work on it. Oh, and I finished my History test and got a B! I'm happy, because my content was all right but I just misspelled things. Lol. I also learned a few new words today, was told that I'm not aloud to read the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower because it was too mature. I guess I'll read it when I get older. Also, I have a new favorite superhero. Northstar! The openly gay, Canadian Marvel Superhero! He's a good role-model for the actual gay people, because it basically says that you don't need to be afraid and that you can be open and share your gaydom to the world! Lol!

Anyways, my sum up of the weekend; I ate Macaroons for the first time in my life, I only like the Lemon ones, and I went and got a brand new DS game. I also set up my WiiU (I still can't believe my dad got me it. I'm eternally grateful.) and went to a sushi place with my grandma. Yup, that's it folks! I don't hang with my friends, because my friends don't like going outside of home either! Also, there is a Pacific Symphony playing at my school tonight, but my mum said that she can't take me at 7:00 so I have to stay home and miss them play PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN! Shiiiiit, I wanted to see that! I love classical music, especially if classical instruments are playing pirate music!

So that's it. Bye!