Fanfiction: Our Lives, Prologue
Our Lives, Prologue.
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A/N: This idea was mostly inspired by the anime Honey and Clover, and I thought the basic plot could work pretty well with the Gakuen Hetalia universe…But to make the long story short, I really just wanted to write a hetalia fan fic that was sort of a school drama that focused on a few characters and their (complex) interactions with each other, rather than the typical school dramas we see in this fandom that tend to focus on a mass quantity of different pairings.
Ages of the characters (before the confusion starts):
Arthur and Francis are both 18, while Alfred is 16 and Matthew is 15.
Warnings: Shounen ai (boy x boy relationships) drama, drama, drama, possible incest, cursing and slightly OOCness…
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. The story below is a work of fiction and is not written for profit of any means. Any events relating to real life people are unintentional and purely coincidental.
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Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends. ~Author Unknown
It had always been the four of us since the very beginning. Four teenage boys, with very different backgrounds and very different stories…And somehow us very four found ourselves dwelling together in a small, shabby, one bedroom apartment, struggling to make ends meet. Perhaps by chance, we had encountered each other back at the old orphanage and since then, a beautiful friendship was formed. From there on, we survived everything together…Everything from high school to scraping enough money to feed our bodies. But no matter what blunders or fortune we faced, it seemed the strings of fate were always pulling us together…
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Alfred Jones cringed as the rude buzzing of his alarm clock woke him from his peaceful sleep the third time this morning. Just as he was about to push the snooze button for an extra ten minutes, another hand swatted his finger away.
"Not again, you lazy git." The corresponding voice remarked. "Now get up and have some breakfast before we're all late again, because of you"
Alfred groaned as he reached for his glasses. There was no arguing with his aggressor at this point.
"Yes mother," he mumbled, landing him a punch on his forearm. A slighty shorter green eyed man, with bushier than average eyebrows met his gaze. Despite their almost opposite personalities, the two had somehow became best of friends.
"Ow…What was that for, Iggy?" the bespeckled man whined.
"For being the bloody git you are. And quit the pet names. It's Arthur, not Iggy or mother!" The other said with a scowl.
"Ha…well isn't someone a bright ray of sunshine this morning?"
"Yeesh, I swear Alfred. There isn't a single thing you know how to do better than bug the hell out of me," Arthur rolled his eyes as the two blond males made their way out of the small bedroom.
"Mattie, Mattie, Mattie!" Alfred chirped as he pranced on a small blond boy, causing him to nearly choke on the piece of toast he was eating."
"G-good morning Al," came the staggered reply. Other than Matthew's hair being a bit longer and curlier and Alfred's eyes being a slightly lighter shade of blue, the two boys looked almost identical. Alfred proceeded to squeeze his younger brother some more, causing the other to choke again.
"Mon dieu, Amérique! Are you trying to kill poor little Mattieu there?" Another voiced called out.
"Haha…Of course not, Francis," Alfred chuckled to a long haired Frenchman. Francis had some of the strangest nicknames. Alfred was dubbed "Amérique" being the all American guy out of the four and Arthur "Angleterre" since he was originally from England. As for Matthew, he was just "Mattieu", although he was sometimes called Canada as a joke due to the fact that he seems to be less noticed than Alfred.
Francis snaked his hands around the two brothers. "Come and join the orgy, Angleterre" he smirked, winking at Arthur.
"F-francis…p-please don't say that, eh!" Matthew flushed, while Alfred just blinked, looking clueless as ever. Arthur, on the hand grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a fork, and chugged it straight at the Frenchman's head.
"Can't you go five minutes without making a sex joke, you bloody frog?"
And that's how every morning began for the four friends.
6:30 in the morning. The bus would be arriving soon to take them to the dreadful place called school. Even though Alfred wasn't much of a studier, he still managed to drag himself up everyday and spend a good seven hours of his day in that awful place.
"Are you coming or what, you git?" a distinctive voice called out breaking his chain of thought.
"Yeah, yeah…Iggy," He mumbled, earning him a sharp glare.
The tall, sun blond teenager pushed his wire rimmed glasses against his sky blue eyes and went to grab his bag.
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