"Why do we have to fight?" I've asked this question so many times. The Axis gang and the Allies gang never really got along. It was just revenge plot after revenge plot, one side always trying to get the upper hand in something caused by God knows what.
"Hey dude, you gonna eat that?" Alfred, my brother, asked.
"Hm?" I looked down at my half eaten sandwich then back up at my twin. "I guess so."
He took it greedily.
We may have shared a womb for nine months, but Alfie was very very different from me.
It was probably because of our upbringings.
When we were taken in by the Allies, Alfred and I were raised by two different men.
I lived with a Frenchman named Francis who taught me to cook and speak his native tongue, but Alfie ended up with a Brit called Arthur whom he really didn't get along with.
I liked this life. But there was one thing I didn't like. Why all the fighting?
"So, about my question..." I started up again.
"Alfred. Eat with your mouth closed, please." Arthur scolded.
"Make me." Alfred huffed.
Arthur only groaned.
"Would you two just get along." Francis rolled his pretty blue eyes.
I sighed. The others never really paid attention to me. And when they did, they expected me to act like my brother. Not a chance.
"Guys!" I shouted as much as I could with my weak voice.
Francis, Arthur, and Alfred looked up at me in shock.
"Oui Matthieu?" Francis said it as if I had just spoke up instead of having a rare outburst.
"I-" I didn't know what to say anymore. Now that I had their attention I didn't want to cause an uproar.
"I'm going to turn in early."
"Oui. 'Ave fun." Francis went back to his meal and Alfred went back to bickering with Arthur.
This was my every day.
There was only one escape.
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Maple Warriors
Fanfiction(Hetalia Fanfiction) Mathew, unnoticed by his fellow gang members, runs away to live out his revenge against them. He meets up with the opposing gang and allies himself with them. Will his revenge be fulfilled or will he passively learn to forgive...
