Matthew kicked the little pebble as he walked slowly down the quiet street. He was skipping class today. No one would notice. Not even the teachers as they looked down the attendance sheet. His name didn't even seem to show up on that. He blew the curl that never lay flat (even when straightened and wet) out of his face. No one would notice he isn't at school. No one ever noticed him. He was invisible. Sometimes people would see him, but that is because they thought he was Alfred, Matthew's elder brother. They weren't actually brothers, they were both adopted. But that didn't matter, they were pretty close... sometimes, and they looked pretty similar. Wheat coloured hair, wire rimmed glasses, blue eyes (although Matthew's had a purple tint to them).
Matthew twitched a bit when he saw some kids playing on the play-structure at the park he was wandering through. Stupid kids. Getting everyone's attention, every whispered word heard. Matthew's frown deepened. He never got that much attention when he was their age. Matthew glared at the kids as they stared right past him.
Of course, if I am invisible to everyone else, why should little kids be different. Everyone is the same. Matthew thought bitterly. Swerving off the footpath, Matthew stepped over a bush, when he was younger he had to crawl through those bushes. Stepping into the "forest" Matthew slipped into shadow. Every sound magnified in the sudden silence. Matthew looked around, his amethyst eyes full of a light not often seen in them, joy. It was faint, but there. No doubt about it. Matthew followed the path the commit to memory so many years ago. He finally got to where he planned, a giant maple tree. Matthew ran to it and ran his hand over the bark.
It had been a while since he last came to his favourite tree in this small town, but he hadn't forgotten the tree. It was a way to escape his troubles when he was younger, back then all he had to do was run away from his issues. Now it was harder. Matthew raised his hands and grasped one of the branches, using his feet to push against the trunk, Matthew got onto the branch. It was a lot harder two years ago. Matthew continued up the tree. He looked around. This is a good spot. Matthew thought a tiny smile gracing its way across his face. Matthew stayed in the tree for a while longer, thinking. He thought of
many things, most of it was unimportant.
"HAVE NO FEAR, YOUR HERO IS HERE!" Matthew jumped and neaely fell out
of the tree as his phone rang, it was Alfred. The annoying song made
that much clear.
"H-hello? Alfred?"
"Yo bro, wassup?"
"Please do not mess with my stuff..."
"But I'm a hero, and you really need to know that that song is so
badass!" Matthew snickered when Alfred said 'that that'.
"Sure Al, and what song does your phone play if I call you, 'I need a
hero to save me noooooow!' Seriously, Al, you're not a hero" Matthew
growled into the phone, referring to a Skillet song.*
"What song is that, it sounds cool!"
Matthew glared, like hell he would tell his brother, it was a fairly
decent song, no reason Al should ruin it.
"Why did you call me, Al?"
"Oooh, right. Well Frenchy took scones to the city for the weekend,
Frenchie's feeling robbed of his sexual needs I guess."
"Don't call Papa Frenchie, PLEASE"
"Whatever, so I am throwing a party tonight and I need you to clean the house."
"Wait. It's only 11:24, aren't you in school?"
"Pff, NO! I'm too heroic for school! And Pre-Algebra is annoying."
Matthew smirked, Al should be a senior, but he flunked 4th grade, so
he was in Matthew's grade, but had friends in tons of grades. Sadly,
Al is too stupid for algebra, so he is in PRE-algebra"**
"So..."
"You're skipping too. Now get your gay ass over here!"
"Al, you're just as gay as me."
"Not true, that Natalia chick is hot!"
"... isn't her brother the creepy Russian-"
"Scarfy- I mean Ivan- is NOT creepy, now get over here!"
Alfred hung up.
Matthew crawled down his favourite tree.
On the way back home, Matthew saw a few kids from his school out and
about, getting lunch. So yeah... the phone conversation must have
taken a while, plus Matthew was in no hurry, it had taken ten minutes
in itself for Matthew to leave park.
Matthew walked right past a large group of his classmates,he's invisible, so it wouldn't matter. However, Matthew couldn't shake
the feeling he was being watched, but Matthew shrugged it off, it is
probably just his imagination.
Unlocking the door, Matthew slipped silently into the house, sneaking
around the kitchen like the ninja he is Matthew was-
"Oi, bro!" Alfred exclaimed in his usual unnessessarily loud voice.
Startled Matthew tripped over a pan, wait.
"Why is there a frying pan in my kitchen?" Matthew questioned, raising
his eyebrow.
"Heh, long story... anyways, we need you to lock Frenchie and
Eyebrows' room from the inside, so you get to sit on the roof! But get
down fast, we have to hide valuables, your friend, Lovino or whatever,
he steals apparently."
Matthew glared, but set to work anyway.
Once Matthew was on the roof, he smirked, the roof was Matthew
Williams' place, no one else. And it was nice. He walked to his
window, and stepped in.
Lovino didn't steal Matthew's stuff, but that Danish kid stole stuff
sometimes. Alfred wasn't doing anything, and Matthew was going to lock
himself in his room for his brother's party, so it didn't matter it
was a mess.
Matthew decided he wanted pancakes right now (he always wanted
pancakes, mind you. But he wants them NOW) Grabbing his stuffed polar
bear, Kumakiko or Kumamaro or whatever, he went downstairs. Alfred was
busy watching Superman, AGAIN.
"Bonjour." Matthew greeted softly.
A grunt in response.
Matthew decided to make pancakes and retreat back to the safety of his
room to eat them.

A/N: Hi, I'm MoarCookies4me!, or Erica (im not shy about my name).
This is my first fanfic. im stupid for starting with a multi chap. =m=
This is Eventual PruCan, but this was sort of an intro. yes, I think
South Italy and Canada would be friends. uh... ja lets see...

*The mentioned Skillet song is "Hero" b/c i lovers that song. idgaf if
u do or dont. and idk the "hav no fear, ur hero is here" one, i saw a
homestuck fan amv to that song on my dsi and i was all. "ok"

** i honestly dont know if there is prealgebra or algebra, or wat the
dif is. im in 6th grade, to my class it is algebra, so shut it.
actually, I would love if someone could clear that up. lol...

SHORT CHAPPIE IS SHORT! I wrote some of this while my friend, and some
dude who flirts with me , were video chatting about THEIR {super
shitty} story. and then they got mad when i zoned out, plus they dont
like wen i listen to hollywood undead (or any music for that matter)
while we vid chat. so ja, limited writing, then i wrote using dsi,
STUPID. dsi's are STUPID.
so yeahhhhh～!
※～±∞→MoarCookies4me! OUT←∞±～※