A/N: I'm so proud of myself for putting this up the next day. I hope you like this one! I worked kind of hard on it but I don't really think that it's the best that I can do. Please review and let me know how I can make things better. Also, I do not own Hetalia. If I did, Canada would be in there a lot more than he is.
Nine years had gone by since Alfred had begun to live with Arthur, Francis, and his best friend Matthew. He believed that being hit in the head with a bottle was some sort of blessing in disguise. He didn't hate his ex-father or anything like that. The man was out of his life and he had no clue where his mother had gone though there were rumors she had left the city since she owed a large amount of people drug money. They had nothing to do with him as of now and he was happy to let it stay that way.
He and Matthew had grown even closer over the years and he had begun to feel something for him that he wasn't really sure what it was. It was something he was going to put aside at the time being. It was his senior year and he wasn't going to waste a whole lot of time on it. In fact, he was going to do everything except worrying about that one feeling. He had always had a problem of hiding away his feelings whenever it was extremely important. But as of right now, it was all he could think about. He had nothing to distract him since he and Matt were waiting on their friend Gilbert to come pick them up.
Alfred always felt a little bit jealous when Matthew would talk to Gilbert more than he did him. Maybe it was a overprotective thing. Maybe he was going crazy. Or maybe he needed to stop thinking of reasons that needed the word 'maybe' in front of it. Right about when Alfred was starting to get a headache from going through the same thoughts over and over again, Gilbert pulled up. The albino looked the same has he always had with his silvery hair and bright red eyes. Most likely, he was feeling the exact same thing that he felt all day and everyday.
"Get in here with the awesomely awesome me!" Gilbert yelled whenever he finally slowed down to a stop. All three of the boys were wearing the boring and dull uniform the school required them to wear. It was like they all had to wear a suit everyday except they didn't have to wear the uncomfortable suit pants. They just had to wear simple khakis. Both Alfred and Matthew had to sit in the back since Gilbert had to go pick up Lovino and Antonio as well. They had this carpool ever since they had gotten their licenses.
This week it was Gilbert, then it was Antonio, then it was Alfred, and so forth. The car ride was pretty silent other than the loud music of Gilbert's that was playing over the radio. Alfred was still thinking about everything and Matthew wasn't awake enough to really contribute to a conversation. After about ten minutes of riding, they finally reached where Antonio and Lovino were. Already, even though it was so early in the morning, Lovino was in a bad mood and was trying to push off Antonio, who was trying to hug him and was teasing him.
Lovino was usually the one that was in a bad mood and Antonio was typically in a good mood unless you somehow made him mad. Which for Antonio, it was only when someone would mess with Lovino. When Antonio was mad though, most would suggest running. "Good morning, Alfred, Matthew." Antonio said politely before he went back to teasing Lovino. Antonio took the front seat while Lovino took the last seat open in the back next to Matthew. Matt made a small hand motion as a wave while he used his other hand to cover his mouth while he was yawning.
"Good morning, yo." Alfred said breaking away from his thoughts for a bit. Finally, he wouldn't have to think about anything since he would have Lovino yelling close to him which would distract anyone from being able to think straight. Not even five seconds after he had that thought, Lovino began the yelling. Antonio was completely oblivious to it though. He seemed to be happy while just talking with Lovino.
Alfred glanced over at Matthew and it was weird how they looked so much alike but they were only best friends. They both had similr blonde hair, but Matthew's was more wavy than Alfred's was. Matthew had gentle violet eyes while Alfred had blue eyes. They also both had glasses which made people mistake them for one or the other. Pretty much all the time, Matthew would get mistaken for Alfred and would have to pay the price for something Alfred did.
Alfred hated it when things like that happened. He was supposed to be the hero and take care of his best friend but when he was mistaken for the other, he was usually busy with something else before he could realise what happened. Guilt usually got to Alfred when he would see a bruise or a scratch on Matthew because he had done something that Matthew didn't need to pay for.
Usually when something like that happened, Alfred would try his very best to take Matthew to do whatever he wanted and Alfred would pay for anything on that day. He knew that Matthew would get mad at him because he had to go through so much because of him. But fortunately, Matthew was usually forgiving after you gave him some maple syrup or something like that.
After more moments of spacing out, Alfred finally realized that they were at the school. Matthew was lookign kind of impatient while waiting for him. "Hurry up! We're going to be so late if you don't get out now!" Matt hated to be late for class even though he was pretty much every day since he was usually waiting for Alfred to do whatever it was that Alfred had to do.
Alfred shook his head and got out of the car as fast as he could. Then he had an idea. "I bet I can beat you to Mr. Wang's class before you do!" Alfred teased Matthew in attempt to make showing up to school fun. It would be a pretty even match since Alfred was on the football team and Matthew was on the hockey team. Matthew looked skeptical at Alfred. "I bet I could be there before you even have time to say that you're the hero." Matt teased back.
They stood evenly next to each other but they both had a competive gleam in their eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments then finally took off. If you looked just hard enough, you could still see the two of them running together when they were younger.