Fake (Hetalia: FrUkUs)

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Admitting you have a problem, they say, is the first step to solving it. I admitted I had a problem a long time ago, but I'm as far as I've ever been from a solution.

Every year, it seems that the possibility of getting better, being the person I'm supposed to be, is a goal slipping further and further from my reach. It floats higher and higher; past the treetops, above the skyscrapers, ascending the clouds. Higher and higher, further and further. Climbing the stratosphere, mounting the atmosphere, and scaling the stars.

It wasn't alway this way. There used to be a time where I was oblivious. A time where tomorrow was an unexpected journey; a time where the skies held all the magic of the world; a time where the stars were very much reachable.

This was a time when I would play in the yard with the family dog, Kumajiro; when I would sing with my mother to put my baby brother to sleep at night. A time when I would search the garden for fairies with my best friend; a time when my dad would take me and my toddler brother for surprise ice cream trips.

This was  time when I got frustrated with my pre-Algebra and my parents would sit down and work through it with me; when I would wrestle with my younger brother in the backyard. A time when I dated my first boyfriend and had my first break-up; a time when I cheered the loudest at my brother's hockey game.

This was a time of niavete. When my life revolved around my family and friends. When my life was the picture you framed and hung above a fireplace. When my life was perfect. This was when my brother was my closest friend. When he told me his secrets and I told him mine. When I was the first person he came to after he tried marijuana for the first time, and he was the first person I went to when I realized I was gay. When he helped me through a bad break-up and I helped him get a girlfriend. This was a time before I lost my best friend.

This was a time before the death of my brother; Matthew William-Jones.

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I was in football practice the day it happened. I remember it was hot out, and unusual ninety-five degrees for that time of year, and the entire team was in foul moods as we trained in full gear. I was in the middle of Ladder steps when the Principle jogged out to the field and spoke with Coach.

"Jones!" He yelled, drawing my full attention. I jogged over and attempted to catch my breath.

"Yeah, Coach?" He nodded towards the Principle, whose expression was grim.

"Hit the showers and then head on down to he office," He instructed, and I nodded before heading off, thankfully, to the showers. Any reason to get out of practice was fine by me. Though, I found myself worrying as I showered. What could the Principle possibly want with me? Maybe I was failing my math class? But, I had at least a C in there, Mattie had helped me study for my last test.

"Then what could it-Oh shit!" They found out I was the one who hid the Principles car on the roof! Crap, there's no way I could talk my way out of this one. I quickly finished and got dressed, my hair still dripping slightly onto my white shirt as I grabbed my bag and ran to the office. All the way there, I was thinking of a defense I could use, but when I got to the office, I had nothing.

When I walked in, the receptionist behind the desk was crying slightly and looked up briefly as I walked in, before turning away to dab at her pink eyes. Something must have happened.

I pushed open the Principle's door, and I was surprised to see both of my parents waiting within. I was in so much trouble!

"Alfred!" My mother sobbed as she noticed me walk in. She stood and took the two steps to engulf me in a hug, and my Dad wrapped his arms around us as well. Okay, was I expelled or something?

"Whas happening?" I asked, muffled by my mom's hold.

"Oh, baby," She sobbed, "I-It's-" She couldn't speak around her cries, and I finally returned her hug, becoming worried.

"Mom, what's up? What's wrong?" My Dad pulled back and placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see, shockingly, tears barely being held back.

"It's your brother, Alfred," I was still confused, "Matthew was-" His voice hitched, "Matthew was in an accident."

I've only lived my life two ways.

One, where my brother is alive.

And now, where my brother is dead.

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First of all, thank you for deciding to read this story. I am very appreciative, and can't wait to get up more. 

Second, I'm going to either update weekly, or every other day. I guess we'll see soon.

And third, this was a really sad way to start the story. Oh my gosh, I was so happy to write it, and then I wrote it and I'm not so happy anymore. I can't wait to write more though, I'm so excited for this story!!

~Au revior

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