Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 2

Ahh I finally got this finished! u.u It's such a short chapter though. I apologize! Exams are soon and ah I've been kinda weird lately with writing.

Oh, and in this, Michelle is Seychelles, if you didn't know! I really wanted to include her, she needs more love.

I forget what else I wanted to add here.. Oh well.

I don't own Hetalia, obviously.

 I sighed, opening up the door to the house. There was no car in the driveway, meaning that Dad was out, so it must've been either Alfred or Michelle who were home. Most likely Alfred. Though he was a popular guy, and he did love to hang out with his friends, being at home was a close second. Most of the time. Michelle was usually the one out, usually with my cousin, Francis.

 Our family was.. Really weird. My father wanted kids, but he couldn't, so he adopted. He adopted Alfred and I first, and later on, he adopted Michelle. Before all that, they were going to send me off to my Aunt Jose's house, where my cousin Francis is. It was weird to see my cousin with my sister, but hey, they're happy.

 "Hey, where've you been?" Alfred's voice quickly cut through my thoughts, and I had to think of a quick lie. If he found out, chances were that dad would find out somehow. It's not that Alfred's bad with secrets, it's that dad has his ways through Alfred's head. Some things he could keep really good, though.

 "I went to the park for a bit." I stated with a bit of a chuckle, and then mentally slapped myself. You just got dropped off, idiot. He's not going to believe that. That voice came to my head once again; and like usual, it was right.

 He stared at me for a moment, then let out a laugh, walking up to me and patting my head. "Oh, you're so funny, bro." He said to me, ruffling my hair, and then walking off into the kitchen. "You want anything to eat?"

 "No thanks. I'm gonna go take a nap." I replied back to him while walking towards the stairs, hearing a faint 'okay' as I did.

 Once I got to my room, the first thing I did was peel off my school uniform. It was plain and simple, just a white button-up and some grey pants. The girls uniform was pretty much the same, except they had the choice between pants and a blue pleated skirt (that most of them got yelled at for rolling up so that their ass is almost showing, which got really gross).

 Once I got that done, I let out a loose yawn and looked through my small dresser, grabbing a pair of loose shorts and pulling them. I grabbed my school pants again, putting my hand in a pocket, searching for my phone. Once I got that, I went to my bed, plopping down on it, and sighing.

 I unlocked my phone, and looked at my contacts. Gilbert really did put his number into my phone. I didn't have that many contacts in my phone; all I really had was Al, Michelle, my dad, Francis, my friend Lovino, and now, Gilbert. Lovino and I didn't talk much, but we had a really close bond. We've known each other since kindergarten, and before he moved to Italy for a few years in grade 3, we were pretty much best friends.

 I let out another yawn, getting out of my contacts page and then making my way to look at my music. I had it at a low volume, so nobody would really hear, since I didn't like headphones all that much. My fingers glided over a song, and then I stopped, and picked it. It was a Somebody I Used To Know a'capella. I can't remember who did the a'capella cover, but I really liked the group. They worked well together.

 At first, I began humming along with it, and then I decided to sing with it. Yes, I liked to sing. I could let out emotions that way, the same with drawing, and writing. I didn't write that much anymore, I couldn't keep up with diaries, since I always ended up forgetting to write in them, but I did some drawing, and a lot of singing when I was alone (allthough, I'm pretty sure Alfred could hear me sometimes. I didn't really care.).

 After that, I decided to turn off my phone for now, and pull my sheets over me. Today was a very long day, and I hoped that maybe I could sleep it off. It wasn't long before I was caught in a dream.

- Alfred's POV-

 I glanced towards the stairway as Mattie walked up them. Something just felt extremely off with him. He didn't take naps often, and usually when he did, it was because of exams, which wasn't for at least another month or two. I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of coke from the fridge, and then walking back to my place on the couch, watching.. That one show, Danny Phantom or something.

 No matter how hard I tried to focus on the television, all my thoughts turned back to Matthew, for some reason. He never really came home late. He'd usually either call or come home first before going off somewhere, if he ever did. And then, for someone to drop him off. This whole situation was gnawing at my brain, as if I should know something. It was all just very weird.

 I thought for a few moments before I groaned loudly, giving up. I knew a lot about Mattie, but at the same time, I knew nothing at all! I wonder if anyone else ever got that feeling.

 Sighing, I decided I didn't want to be in the house anymore. I grabbed out my phone, flipping through my contacts. No.. No.. No way. ..No.. Yeah! I'll call Arthur! Maybe he can help out!

 I clicked "call" on the touchscreen, and then eagerly waited for him to pick up. Ring. Riiing. Riiiiiiiiin- okay I'll stop that.

 "Hello?" I heard him finally pick up the phone.

 "Arthur! You needa help me out!" I used his full name, and not a nickname. He must know it's important now! I heard an irritated sigh at the other end of the phone.

 "Could you at least greet me back? Oh well, what's going on?" He asked me, his irritated tone still there. At least he agreed to help.

 "It's about-" I began in a loud voice, quickly cutting myself off and making my voice lower before I started again. "It's about Mattie, I'm a bit worried."

 Another sigh. "Want me to go over?" He asked.

 "I think it'd be better if I went there." I truthfully stated, actually having a little party in my head, since he agreed.

 "I'll be here." He said after a moment, sounding he was fumbling with something.

 "Sweet! Thanks!" I told him, before hanging up the phone. I turned the television off, grabbed my jacket, and walked out of the house, locking the door behind me.

I hope this chapter was good. I probably messed up on Alfred's character or something, but I'm not really familiar with writing him.

And I recently got addicted to the a'capella cover of Somebody That I Used To Know. It's really good! 0.0 I've never listened to the actual song, though. But you should totally listen to it! It's by Pentatonix. They're totally awesome.

Well until the next chapter, bye~.