I think I rewrote this twice... or thrice, I don't know, but it's finally here. :3
I do NOT own Hetalia or any other names I have mentioned in here. Just the plot, title, and band. :p

Nice to see you again, I'm Matthew Williams.

When I got into highschool. I hated my life even more.

Now that I was older, mom would always yell at me, and hit me, and threaten to kill me. I would bask it all in, hoping she would someday. She struck my face as hard as she could, and I just stood there, not doing anything to stop it. Alfred would always convince her to stop, though. Then he would take me to my room to comfort me.

"C'mon, Mattie." he said in a soft voice. A small smile crept onto my face. He took my hand and lead me upstairs to my room. My room was filled with my look-a-like, Jerred Williams. My dad, Jerred Williams, the rockstar, Jerred Williams. Kumakichi was sitting on my bed, the pillows held hiim up. He sat on the bed and hugged me. I hugged back, sobbing into his shoulders. He pulled back and softly grazed his finger over my bruised cheek. I winced at the pain. We heard the front door slam shut. The tall blonde stood up before looking out the window. "She's gonna be gone for a while, Mattie."

That's how it was. She would hit me around, then leave for a few days, to a week and sometimes to a month. When she did come back, she was always drunk. She would yell at me in a slurred voice. She said I reminded her of my dad, and that she hated both of us. Alfred was my hero, he would always save me from being extremely injured from her. My dad was my idol. I looked up to him.

"Let's watch a movie, Mattie." Alfred said with a huge smile that lit up the whole room. I smiled, he always picked out the best movies. We both stood up and walked into the den. Basically, it was an extra room. There were game consoles in it, a computer, a huge plasma screen, and a stereo/radio. Not to mention our large collection of movies that dated from 1990 to 2012. The older movies were the scariest, though. Nothing cheap like the 3D animation movies. They were more convincing and had the best make up. Also they were VHS tapes, to DVD's, to BluRay.

I smiled. Alfred always treated me like dad would.

I don't know if I mentioned this, but I hated school. With a pure fucking passion.

I groaned in pain as I got punched in the stomach. It was the Bad Trio. Well, the French male would always be left out. Wanna know why? He was my favourite cousin. He wouldn't stop the violence, though. Due to almost being beaten to a pulp when he tried to defend me.

"Francis... S'il te plait. Aides-moi..." I pleaded. He looked at me with sad eyes. I glared at him, but the glare got wiped off of my face as my head got in contact with the lockers. A gasp escaped, my eyes widened, and tears threatened to fall. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of crying, though.

"Kesesese! Francis, look! He's calling for you, little peice of shit!" Gilbert gripped onto my hair, making me look into his ruby red eyes. He pressed his lips to mines. I tried to pull away. I didn't like this, I hated this. I hated him. Just like I hate my mom. I hated him and his friend Antonio. I couldn't bring myself to hate Francis, though, no matter how much I tried. I winced and gasped as he bit my lip. He forced his tongue into my mouth. The soft wet organ filled my mouth. I shut my eyes closed and bit on it. He hissed and pulled back, slamming my head against the lockers again.

"Mon dieu! Gil! S'il te plait! Stop this now!" Francis shouted, tears fell freely this time. I lowered my head, rubbing my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater. I sniffed. I wanted my dad. I wanted him to comfort me. I wanted to see him again and have him hold me and tell me that it will be okay. Arms embraced me. I gasped, and saw long blonde locks.

"D-dad...?" I choked out, only loud enough for the guy hugging me to hear it.

"Non, mon petit Matthieu. Francis." He looked back and glared at the two and lead me to the bathroom. "You will not follow me." He spewed at the two in his thick French accent. I lowered my head again, sad that it wasn't my dad, but my cousin. He was my cousin from my dad's side. My dad's dad was full French, but moved to Canada with his wife and created my dad. My dad was French-Canadian. I was a mix of Canadian, American, and French. Canadian and American dominated the French mix. Due to mom being American.

We walked into the bathroom and Francis walked into a stall to grab some toilet paper. Well, lots. He put everything evenly and wet some. He wet it and dabbed it gently on my face. I looked in the mirror, there were cuts and bruises were beginning to show. "I'm sorry about my friends," Francis began, then I cut him off, hiccupping.

"N-no... It wasn't your fault..." the lump in my throat was making it hard for me to breathe and talk, "Y-you wanted t-to keep your p-popularity..." I sniffed, and rubbed my eyes, wincing due to having a bruise on my cheek. "I-it would probably b-be," I choked on my words, and coughed before finishing my sentence, "destroyed tomorrow.." I coughed into my hand.

He looked at me with a sad expression. I smiled it off. He could tell that the smile didn't reach my eyes. He sighed, I was never gonna talk about it. I'll get by. I have been since my dad left. "Let's get you to the office." He said, brushing his fingers through his hair. I shook my head.

"I j-just wanna go h-home.." I said, biting my tongue to stop an expression from showing on my face. He looked at me with a sad expression and sighed. He brushed his fingers through his hair and smiled.

"Anything. Now lets go." He walked out of the bathroom, myself following his steps. I looked down, walking my feet move. Left, right, left, right. I wanted to see my dad so bad.

The only way I could make that true it to watch his interviews, listen to his songs, his music videos, his vlogs. Anything. He wasn't hard to find like some local band. He was my rockstar and idol. Some people still took pictures of me. They sometimes crowded me. I didn't like it. Mostly because dad wasn't there with me. He shared the spot light with me. Francis and I walked out of the school. Gilbert and Antonio were waiting by his baby blue car. It had gold chrome wheels. He sighed as we walked up to them.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, I stood behind him. Thats where he probably wanted me to stay at the moment.

"Didn't think you'd invite him over to the awesome me." the albino laughed. "Thought I'd have to get him myself. Kesesese!" he clutched his stomach. The tanned male laughed. He had a light hearted laugh. Anyone would probably fall for the laugh. But I wasn't anyone.

Francis told me to sit in the passenger seat. I suddenly remembered something when I looked at the radio. My dad has a concert here in a few days. It was announced on the radio yesterday, and that there will be a live radio interview tomorrow. I smiled. Francis sat himself into the passenger seat. The other two planted themselves in the back seats.

"Williams, you're in the most awesome spot in the world." the tall albino said, giving me a smug look through the rear-view mirror.

"Will you shut up, Gil. By the way, Matthieu, I got you the most best present ever." Francis smiled at me. I looked at him. He reached over the the dashboard and opened it up. There were two tickets. My eyes widened. "I've been trying to keep this a secret since I knew he was having a concert here." I grabbed the tickets from him. 'Leaving Joy Behind, LIVE PERFORMANCES AT THE MAIN STADIUM, doors open at 6:00pm, performances start at 7:00pm, featuring guests.' I smiled in joy, and hugged the life out of him. "We get to see your dad live," He smiled. My day couldn't get ruined, now that I knew I was going to see my dad. "Front row tickets, he'll be sure to see you and me. Merde. I miss him." he smiled, pulling out of the school parking lot. I was crying, I get to see him. I haven't seen him since my 8th birthday, and that was 8 years ago. I clutched them to my chest.

"Merci beaucoup, Francis." I whispered. He smiled. I looked out the window, we weren't going towards Francis' or my place. I grew worried. "Where are we going?" I asked, caustiously.

"Francis was in on taking you to a secluded place where me and you could have some awesome fun." Gilbert answered for him. I looked at Francis, he was tsking.

"I'm going to drop off Gil and Toni at their's places. I do not want them around you." We turned right. I nodded, I was scared of them. Well, not Francis, but Gilbert and Antonio. We drove for another 10 minutes. Gilbert was making 'awesome' jokes about us being able to have fun when he finds me alone. Francis would tell him to 'shut the fuck up' and Antonio was texting someone.

I turned on the radio, my dad's band was playing. Every radio. I was proud of him. Francis and I sang along, not caring about the other two in the back. They couldn't possibly make my day worse. Actually, nothing could.

I was beginning to like life a little. Even if it's just a little.

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