I'm Still Here... (Sad Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter Two

The next morning Matthew was woken up by a splitting headache. Probably from Alfred's godforsaken music blasting all night. Sitting up in bed and clutching his sore head, Matt looked over to the sleeping form of Kuma, wishing he was able to sleep so peacefully.

He somehow peeled himself off his precious bed, groaning at the pain in his skull. He dragged his feet to his closet and put on his favourite sweater, and headed downstairs to his kitchen.

On his way there, Matt decided to peek into Al's room. He hated to admit it, but he was a bit worried about his brother. He was partying all night, and that can be hard on his body. Matt just hoped he didn't get drunk last night, he really didn't want to deal with Al's hangover. Seeing his brother's sleeping form reassured him. His brother may be an arrogant, prick of a country, but he still cared about him. Matt unfortunately let himself wonder if Al cared about him...

With that lovely thought in his aching mind, Matt made his way to the kitchen to find an Advil, ow, make that two. Quietly prying open the cupboard, Matt reached in and grabbed the Advil bottle, opening it and taking two out. He then grabbed himself some apple juice and downed the pills. Knowing that the headache would leave him soon enough, he went to grab some pancake mix. He had pancakes every morning, they were the best.

After making himself the perfect pancake, he heard Alfred making his way downstairs. "Man! What a night! Oh wow!" Alfred exclaimed after seeing his brother's pancake. "Thanks man! Appreciate it!" He said as he grabbed Matt's pancake and walked into the living room. Matt sighed, of course, I knew he would do that... He then made himself another, probably lower in quality pancake, drenching it in maple syrup, and made his way to the living room.

Silently, he plopped down beside Al on the couch, and began eating his breakfast. Alfred was watching some stupid show, one that Matt detested, not that Al cared at all. All of a sudden, Alfred propped his feet up on Matt's lap, seemingly not noticing he was even there. "Al? Can you move your feet please?" Matt whispered, not earning any response from the seemingly self centered twit. "Hey? Can you move your feet? Please?" He said a bit louder. Al munched on the pancake that he'd stolen and mumbled. "Sorry what was that?" He inquired without looking. Matt sighed, typical. "Nevermind." Alfred used Matt as a footrest for around three hours.

After at least six episodes of Al's brain melting show, Matt truly felt as though some of his brain cells had died. He looked over at Alfred, to find that he had fallen asleep. He decided now would be a good time to try and free himself from his leggy cage. Carefully, Matt picked Alfred's feet up off his lap, and clumsily maneuvered around them before placing his feet back on the couch. Naturally, Alfred remained snoring away in dreamland. Great, he doesn't even notice me in his sleep.

Matt went upstairs and sat on his bed with Kuma. "Who are you?" The little bear asked again. "I'm Matthew..." He answered half heartedly, laying down on his bed. He decided he would take a nap, it was better than thinking about how invisible he was. He slowly let his eyes drop shut, and fell asleep.