A/N: Awesome shout out for my awesome Beta Reader, Arthur England Kirkland. Thank you for those who reviewed and biggest thank you to those who corrected me in my previous Chapter, sorry for the grammars! Quite aware that my English sucks balls BUT I'll give my best! Fight-on, Awesome me. Anyway sorry for the delay… Busy life is busy.

Enjoy Chapter 2.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Bittersweet Exception

Maple's Book

The other mechanic screamed, throwing cups, chairs, manuals. There was nowhere left to run, no way around the pale, towering killer. Some held up their hands in useless entreaty. Some even prayed aloud-but not to God, which might have saved them. The noise diminished as Prussia strode up to the bloody corner. He smiled as he shot the very last; knowing that this sweating heathen pig would serve him in nightmare. He reloaded his pistol, and then went back through the control room.

He prodded each body with a knife, and again shot the four that showed some small sign of life. His face bore a grim, content expression. At least twenty-five worthless-enemy pigs dead. Picking up the AK-47 rifle and ammo belt from the corpse, Prussia hefted the weapon briefly, checking to see that a round was chambered and the safety off. Then he slung the ammunition belt over his shoulder and snapped the bayonet in place before he proceeds.

Prussia followed the familiar trail with his eyes as he trudged wearily along, his light pack slung loosely over one shoulder. His broad, wind burned face bore a set, placid look, and only the wide red eyes revealed the restless energy that burned beneath the calm exterior. He was a young man, though his stocky build and the grizzled snow-silver hair and tidy eyebrows made him look much older. He wore the loose-fitting work clothes of the militia people and in the pack he carded were several metal implements that rolled and clanked loosely against one another.

The albino listened intently for some sound of life, but his keen ears could detect nothing. He shook his head uneasily. Surely those sorry sons of a bitch heard the ear blowing gun fire and explosions, unless they have already surrounded the building and waiting for his exposure, the thought only made the young man grin forebodingly, clearly enjoying the attention. No more time to dawdle; it was time to spill more blood before rejoining with his younger brother.

Breezy, serene, the cold sturdy concrete underneath his back never felt so comfortable. Elbows bent, fingers laced and tucked underneath his head for pillow, Gilbert had snuck away from his friend Antonio's prying eyes and was now having yet another sleep and dreaming the same dream. Thoughts came unbidden, the mind weaving its perspectives, assembling meaning from emotion and memory. Memory of his past life or probably a memory from his alternate world, completely skeptic he wouldn't dally about that matter.

"Gilbo!" A familiar chirpy voice calls out, breaking the brazen abino's awesome sleep almost to a yell. Gilbert flutters his eyelids to open, a grumble sounding out from his throat.

"Tonio…" retorted the sleepy albino when he awkwardly turns to his side. It seems that his freund is already accustomed to where he spends his awesome time alone and that thinking made him a bit exposed. He likes attention but he like his nap more. Maybe he was turning into Greece?

"You completely went poof, mi amigo. I thought you got kidnapped."

"I'm a sexy ninja." Antonio snorted.

"Sleeping again here in the rooftop? Very obscure, Gilbo."

"I'm exhausted! Puh-lease stop acting like a Mother or I'll be expecting that next time you're breast feeding me."

"Then if—."

"No. Don't think—."

"I'll breastfeed—."

"Fuck no!" Antonio laughed, Gilbert grumbled as he sat up, grabbing the book sitting next to him and hurl at to his Spaniard friend. He froze. Realizing it wasn't his then felt relieved as soon as Antonio catches it effortlessly. "Gott, man bewbs and milk." Went bleak.

"Si and my milk are sweet, just like tomato." He shrugged, expecting the volume. "Hey, Gilbo since when did you start buying books like this?" holding up the book with clear print covering of a vast landscape, towering mountains in the background and green, beautifully detailed plants surrounding it. Perfectly captured using the best camera there is.

"Not mine."

Flips the pages, "Then—."

"I didn't steal it; it's from some blond dude, wearing glasses earlier."

"Oh! You mean the four-eyes?"

"Yeah, the four-eyes…"

"Are we talking about the same four-eyes because someone—."

"The tomato princess!" He snaps. "Who else? Gott Antonio! He dropped it, okay?"

Gilbert's friend grinned, evidently enjoying annoying him. For years of being friends, the two seemed to be inseparable, just like close brothers, or even lovers. If the latter was the case, they still didn't know who would top. "Then why don't we give it back?"

"Sure, but… We don't know who he is and where to fi— ." Gilbert grinned. "….Tonio, did I say 'I love you' to you recently?"

Antonio chirped while waving a white, card size ID. "I don't think so but you can say it now."

"I love you." He gets up on feet then walks over to Antonio. "So what's his name?"

"It says… Matthieu Williams…. and"

"And what?"

A wide smile creeps up on Antonio's lips, which cause the albino to shoot up an eyebrow. "Tendrá a un huésped. Mi Amigo"

"Wow! Really? Holy shit—No way!" Exclaimed Gilbert. "Now, English please."

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! I can't believe IT!" Chanted Matthieu in his classroom as he rummages through his black school bag yet again. It yielded a folded sheet of stout brown paper, an ordinary pair of stationery-shears, a small jar of maple syrup, black ballpoint pen, notebook, wallet— "Oh God, It's not in my bag!"

"Sup' bro! Hey, why raid your bag like that? Have you finally gone crazy?"

"Alfred not now, I'm not in the mood." He scowled; finally grabbing his bag and yank it upside down. "I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead."

"You're not, you're not, you're not— Jeez! What's wrong with you?"

"I lost my I.D. Okay?" Matthieu crashed down on his seat to then bury his face in his hands, defeated. "I'm doomed, Al... doomed, now I can't get in my dorm room."

"You lost your—. The hell, Matthieu! It's our first day in our new school. We did not move here to be less cool."

It's your fault for leaving me behind, fat-ass... Taking the car all by yourself.

"You're such a klutz."

"Stop saying that!" Matthieu snapped. Grabbing his stuff, he shoved it all back inside his bag. "Seriously Al, quit being so… so!— Ugh! Whatever."

"Okay, first things first, do you still remember your dorm room number?"

"Oui..."

"Good, now help me carry these entire luggage? The Hero went all the trouble in dragging your stuff all the way here so be grateful, Sidekick."

"Not your side kick!" Matthieu's protest was replace with a giggle after realizing that his twin was carrying loads of bags and even have a couple of slings over his shoulder. A weary look on his face.

Alfred and Matthieu are twins but evidently different in some aspects. Alfred, the eldest gain the same blond colored hair. However, Matthieu owns wavy locks while the other have messy straight ones. Alfred posses baby blue eyes which most people adores but Matthieu on the other hand, obtain a mysterious hue of blue and violet.

The twins live in New York but they move in Berlin a year after their Parents got separated. Their father, a professional businessman, decided to send them away while things are a bit unstable. Instead of protesting, Alfred agreed without hesitation. Matthieu knows the real reason why the American concur.

The hoser just want to have all the partying without being scold at.

"Are you sure this is the right one?" Alfred asked while standing in front a wooden door. After asking a few people where to find the god damned dorm rooms, they finally locate Matthieu's.

"Oui.. Room 214." the meek twin sighed, feeling his shoulders about to get ripped for carrying those heavy bags. "Just knock! I'm sure someone's in there…" wanting to rest so bad and get this 'moving' business done.

"Fine, whatever."

A soft knock on the door distracted the person inside, Matthieu and Alfred heard some rustling, a groan then followed by snickering. The twin exchange looks then back at the close door, despite their difference they somehow thought of the same thing. Matthieu will be dealing some weirdo.

"Who dares disturb the Awesome's sleep!"

"And his amigo's seista!"

"Isn't that the same?"

"Don't ruin it Gilbo." whispered.

"Am not ruining it, you should have just stayed inside the cabinet." attempt to whisper back but still loud enough for the twins to hear. "S-So" he cleared his throat then resume with a boss like voice for show. "Who is it?"

Matthieu tries so hard not to laugh, thinking that it's so amusing especially after seeing Alfred's puzzled look. "Name is Alfred!"

"Alfred?" the one with husky voice spoke. "Tonio I thought his name is Matthieu you dimwit!"

"It is Matthieu! Just look! Look!"

"Did they change rooms? Fuck!"

"Si… possible but they should have announc-"

"Matthieu is my twin brother, Dudes! and standing right next to me. Now open the god damned door! My arm is about to get ripped for heavens sake!" The door opened.

The twin didn't expected this and quietly they regretted choosing this school.

A snow-silver haired man merge out from the room, skin pale like pure ivory. He's wearing a tight black shirt, baggy shorts and those blood-red eyes peer down to them proudly. Matthieu gaped at and drop the bag his holding.

"Sup' kiddo? We meet again. Seems like we'll be room mates from now on." An insolent smile form on his lips. "Let's have an awesome sexy time together… Shortie."

Holy pure Maple. Screamed Matthieu in his head.