A/N: Before you start reading.... I posted this story originally on Fanfiction.net, I don't own any Hetalia characters, I do how ever own the story line.
I will be posting this here as well as Fanfiction.net but I hope to write original stories here more than Fanfictions.
It was deep, dark and murky. Nothing could be seen as Matthew was dragged farther and farther from the surface. He could no longer hold his breath. His legs thrashed around, but the force that dragged him down still pulled his throat and lungs. They burned as the water filled his lungs, he looked up at the darkening surface. He felt at peace, his limbs started to feel heavy like lead, his eyelids like sandbags started to drift shut.
Matthew’s eyes snapped open, he quickly sat up in his bed gasping for air. He was having the dream again. He drowns not able to wake up till it’s killed him. He forced himself to coughed until he coughed up a small amount of water into his hands. When he had that dream he would wake up with water in his lungs. Matthew swung his legs over the bed and stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. His deep blue eyes with their normal flecks of purple were dull. His soft curly hair was a mess. He looked over at his school uniform, before walking to the bathroom. He placed his thin fingers on the smooth wood of the drawer opening it slowly. The blonde grabbed a small razor he pulled out a sterile wipe and sterilized it, before dragging it across his skin on his left arm. Just to make sure he was still there and not in a dream. As the dull pain could be felt, he sighed in relief. The red crimson blood started to drip down his arm. As he cut himself a few more times he reached for the faucet, but changed his mind and grabbed a sterile wipe and used that instead.
“Matthew are you almost ready for school?”
“Um yeah just freshening up.”
“‘Kay I’m going to work, you’re going to have to walk today.”
Ever since Matthew’s mom died, he had lived with his father. He didn’t know anything of his mother, she died when he was about two and a half. All photos were kept away, her name and age,and even her appearance were all a mystery. Whenever he asked about his mom, his dad would end the conversation. His dad wasn’t much of a dad, more of someone who looked over him while he wasn’t at school. His dad mostly was out on business or meeting some girl at a hotel. They both kept to themselves.
The Canadian walked over to his school uniform. The last day of 10th grade. After today he could put it away and go about his life, until the next year of course. He quickly pulled on his trousers, and shirt then his blazer, completing the school uniform. Matthew quickly ran down the stairs and slipped on his old pair of navy converse and headed out the door.
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Third period. Matthew sat in his seat, scribbling doodles on a piece of paper as the teacher rambled. The blonde just tuned her out, scribbling a couple lines here and there.
“Hey cool drawing.” said a voice “Are you going to take art next year?”
Matthew came out of his trance like state, and looked up and saw a boy with white hair and beautiful crimson red eyes, his pale skin was flawless.
“Um thank you.” Matthew said, “No, I’m not really that into art.”
“I’m Gilbert, what’s your name?”
“Matthew.”
“Matthew, awesome name, well not as awesome as mine.” he said “Oh by the way, you’re in my seat, you might want to go to your next class.”
Matthew stood up waving to the stranger and on to his next class. As he entered his fourth period he looked at his drawing. A lake, with giant trees surrounding, it was pretty realistic. He quickly tucked it into his binder and sat down in his seat.
