Hey :3 New chapter, I do not own Hetalia.
Oh, hello again. Nice to see you again. I'm sure you know me by now.
"Mom! Please! Stop!" Alfred shouted, standing in front of me. She was drunk again, and she held a joint between her pointer and middle. She glared at me and her son.
"Don't tell me what to do, now leave me and Matthew alone. I don't need fucking Jerred's son here!" she slurred, trying to keep her balance. Alfred backed up, I moved back, too. She stepped forward, looking over Alfred's shoulders, and glared at me. He pushed her back with little force. He didn't need so much force since she was unbalanced anyways.
"Mattie, leave now. Go stay somewhere safe!" Alfred demanded, looking back with ice cold eyes. I shivered and nodded, I rushed to the door, slipping on my shoes and grabbing my jacket. I let some tears fall, not caring about who saw. I didn't know where to go. Francis' maybe? I decided yes and started for his place. What I did not expect was a black long limo stopping just infront of the gate. I stood back. My hands were just opening the gates, but I stopped my movements. The drivers door opened, he rushed to the back door, and opened it. I was scared to know who it was. The person stepped outside.
I gasped. "D-dad.." I choked out. His face broadened, his hair grew longer. He had a stubble. He smiled at me, and then it faltered. He wiped away my tears. I forgot about that. He sighed, before going up to the house.
"I can't believe she would still do this!" He silently shouted, I guess it was only meant for me to hear. He banged on the door before walking in. As the door opened, screams were heard. Shouts were being shouted fromy Alfred. I stood there. By the gates. The limo driver was standing there, acting like nothing was happening. Everything stood still. Only the wind was blowing.
It stayed like that for a few minutes, before my dad and Alfie walked out. Dad held my polar bear in his arms. Mom was trying to keep herself up. He gave the polar bear to me. I held in in my arms tightly.
"Give me back my fucking son! You bastard!" she screamed at my dad. She took a swig of the bottle of vodka she had in her hand. I felt more tears fall. Dad walked passed me, and into the limo. Alfred made sure I went in first then came inside.
I sat in the middle of my dad and Alfie. I looked around. Francis, Gilbert and Antonio were there. I only tightened my hold on Kumajuna. I looked at my dad. He smiled at me. I smiled back the same smile. I was with my dad again. "I missed you, son." He said, "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you!" he said, his grin growing more and more with each word he said. He looked over me and to my brother, "You, too Al, you boys are just so full of surprises!" he said, Alfie gave him a smile and a thumbs up.
"So, why are they here?" Alfie nodded to the trio.
"I stopped by my sister's place." He said, "My nephew there, he had his friends over, and I thought, 'Hey! Wouldn't it be great to surprise both my sons?' And so, surprise!" his smile was so confident, and bright.
He sighed. The sigh I knew that was bad. "I'm so sick of your mother's shit." he vented out. The three friends kept silent. "I'm thinking of just taking both of you away from her, especially you, my son." He put a hand on my shoulder. I lit up, smiling.
"T-that would be t-the best present ever.." I said, a small blush forming on my cheeks. Living permanently with dad. I looked over to Alfred, he was in his last school year. He smiled at the thought. I pressed the bear to my face, then moved my head for my cheek touched it.
"I wouldn't mind living away from her, too." he said, a dreamy daze.
"Bien! We shall make arrangements, then. You two will be living under my roof now. Once I get a lawyer to make it official." The privacy window rolled down.
"Sir, where would you like to go, now?" the driver said. He sounded so high and mighty. He looked at me.
"Wanna go to the Pancake House?" He smiled, I nodded, jumping in my seat.
"
Oui, j'adorerais." I said, excited.
"Are you guys okay with pancakes?" he asked everyone else. Every nodded at the thought. Especially Gilbert. "Okay! Driver, nearest Pancake House, please." he said in a polite tone. The driver nodded and rolled up the privacy window. My dad smiled, I couldn't help but smile along with him. His smile was so contagious.
"So, how was school? Are you keeping at the top of your classes?" He asked me, flipping back his hair.
"Yeah, I'm getting all A's in every course." I wanted to cry right then and there. He shifted away from me, to bring out the red wine.
"I think you deserve you're first glass of wine, son." he smiled cheerfully. "You want some, too, Francis?" he asked.
The French gasped, putting a hand to his chest, "Why, thank you for offering." He said, accepting the glass, waiting for my glass.
"Do any of you drink wine?" He asked his friends.
"No, I drink beer. Wine is for prissy's kesesesese." The Prussian laughed, dad ignored his comment.
"I drink some from time to time." the Spanish male said, smiling. So fake. They both were fake. So fake, putting on a fake show.
Dad handed me the glass. Just the three of us, we clinked glasses. Made a toast to myself, and drank it. I coughed, blushing. It trickled down my throat. Dad only smiled and laughed at me. Along with Francis. "How was it?" Dad asked.
"It's sweet, but bitter... At the s-same time.." I said in a tiny voice. He laughed, and patted my back.
"You don't have to drink the rest, give it to Francis if you don't want it." I observed the wine, wondering if I should give it up or drink it. I took a small sip, letting it interfere with my tastebuds. "My bandmates are so excited to see you, Mattie." Dad started with a smile. "Maybe when we get to my home, we can play hide and seek, like we used to when you were younger." he chuckled. "That's where they are right now. They're probably sleeping from the tour and everything." He put an arm around me and kissed my forehead. Just like the way he used to when I was younger. I rested my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes.
"I missed you, daddy." I said. He gave me a squeeze and I felt him smile.
"I have our day planned out, son." he said, I looked at him. "After we're finished at the Pancake House, we're gonna drop these guys off, then me, you and Al will go to my place. We're gonna wake up the bandmates in the most craziest way possible! If they're sleeping, though. If not, then we're gonna play hide and seek. I'll count first. Everyone will hide." He thought for a moment, the smile on my face was rapidly growing. "Then when I find all of you, we'll play boardgames, and sleep in the living room." I laughed lightly, pressing on my bears paws lightly.
"That sounds like an awesome plan! It sounds so much fun!" Gilbert piped up.
"Si! It does sound like fun! I wish my family was like this.." the tanned male said the last bit to himself.
"Well, you guys can come, too, you just need permission." My dad said, smiling. We stopped. The driver got out of the limo and opened the door. We all got out, a few people were crowding. Some were gasping.
"It's Jerred and Matthew Williams!" a girl said. I smiled, this is what I loved.
"Jerred! Can I get an autograph?" another girl said. "Can I get Matthew's, too?" She asked. He looked at me with a sincere smile. I walked up and grabbed the pen from her. I signed my name. Dad and I signed a few more names, took some pictures and then we were finally let some peace with the rest. I loved that dad would share the spot light with me. Like a father-son duo. We waited at the front, waiting to be seated.
"A party for..?" the busboy asked. Dad counted all of us. There were 6 of us.
"A party for 6. And please, a private room." He smiled his trademark smile. The busboy smiled.
"If you just wait for a few minutes, I'll go check if there are any available." he smiled and walked off in the direction of the private rooms. We stood around. I stood by my dads side. It felt like before. And I missed that.
The busboy came back with a smile. "Theres a room available. One of the finest." his smile was so sincere. The chef walked into the waiting room.
"Ooh! Jerred! Great to see you again! Oho! You too, Mattie! It's so great to see you again! You have grown to much! You were this small last time you came here!" He put out his hand, about 4 feet from the ground. "I'm glad you have decided to come back! You will get the best service here!" He boasted on and on, motioning us to follow him. We followed to one of the rooms. There were 8 chairs, Two on each end, three on each side. The walls were a nice dar kred color. A gold chandelier hovered above the table in the middle. The mahgony carvings made the room look elegant and-
"Woah! This is the most awesome room I have ever been in! It's awesome-approved! Kesesese!" Gilbert laughed.
We all took our seats. Dad was sitting across from me. Francis was siting beside me, and Alfred was siting on the other side of Francis. His friends were sitting beside my dad, looking around, astonished.
When we ordered, we made small talk. Gilbert and Antonio would try to create small talk with me. Alfred, not knowing what they do to me, didn't do anything. He just drank his soda that he ordered. Everyone else ordered different things. Francis and Dad requested one of the restaurants best wine. I requested orange juice. Gilbert and Antonio got pop, since the Prussian wasn't old enough to order beer, and Antonio just wanted pop.
Aside from the rest here, it was just me and my dad. It was almost like the old days. Almost.
Well, here's chapter 3, I just felt like updating again. :3 Hope you like it and review.