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 Matthew sat above the city, his leg dangling off a large building, hundreds upon hundreds of feet above everyone else. From below, he looked to be nothing more than a gargoyle but up close you could see the full extent of what he truly was.

 Sharp teeth, wavy black hair, red eyes, horns, demonic wings and a tail. He breathed out, looking at the bustling city with saddened eyes. It's been a long time since he was mortal and he would always regret selling himself to evil.

 A small figure floated past him, a young angel girl with long (h/c) locks and shinning (e/c) eyes. "__________...hey __________...!" He silently called out.

 When you heard your name, you turned your head and smiled. You knew Matthew was bad news, he was frowned upon by your kind. But he wasn't bad at all. In fact, he was one of the nicest souls you have ever met.

 Going over to him, you engulfed him into a hug, snuggling close to him. "It's been a long time Mattie! How have you been!?"

 "M...Maple..." He murmured embarrassingly under his breath. "_-_________, y-you're hurting me..."

 Pulling away, you saw his face was beat red and giggled. "I'm sorry Mattie! I always just assume that you're stronger than me. Ah! I mean, not meant-"

 "It's okay." He said, hugging you gently. "I missed you's been a long time, hasn't it?"

 "Mhm! I'm glad to see you again!" Your voice happily rung, snuggling happily into the crook of his neck. "You still smell like maple's so adorable, even back when we first met..."

 "S-Stop..." He said, his cheeks burning brightly. "I-I mean...I-I just love maple syrup...e-even when I was mortal..."

 Taking his hand, you squeezed it gently and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "I wish we could be mortal again...maybe then we could be together...maybe if I sold my soul-"

 "Please...! Don't say that...!" He interjected, grabbing both your shoulders. "I want you to live normally and happily. E-Even if we can't be together, I still will love you...!"

 "But I...I love you too...but I love Him as well..." Holding tightly onto him, you refused to let him go. "I don't want to feel this tear between us-"

 His lips gently pressed against yours, silencing your panicked voice and making tears fall down your face. Once he pulled away, he gently brushed the tears away from your face.

 He lightly pressed his forehead against yours, smiling sincerely towards you. "I don't want you selling this beautiful afterlife you have for about we just take a deep breath..."

 You nodded, holding him close to you. It was unfair in any way possible. You loved Mattie with all your heart but it wouldn't ever be possible for you two to be together.

 His hands gripped gently against yours,"I hurts but time will heal all wounds..."

 "I'm surprised you're a demon..." You said softly, shutting your eyes. "You're such a sweet wise...nice..."

 "I was an idiot..." He said, hugging you close. "Listen, I have to go...just promise me you won't do anything stupid...okay?"

 "Why don't we meet here again tomorrow...just..."

 "I'll be here." He whispered, kissing your forehead gently. "I'll see you soon. I love you."

 "I love you too Mattie..." With that, he took off into the night while you stood there, crying while he went. "But there's no way that w-we'll ever be together now, is there...?"
Sorry, I've been busy this week.
Although I got to leave school early bc of the Nor'easter.
And I have Monday off and then a half-day because of parent teacher conferences.
I'll get the rest of these stories up soon.

I don't own you or Hetalia!
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 People always asked why you hung out with guys. Why you dressed like one. Or acted like one. It was actually rather dumb for people to ask you this, why did it even matter?

 Currently, you were hanging out with your two friends, Matt and Al sat with you on a railing in the skatepark. The three of you were panting, taking drinks of water and smiling towards each other.

 "I didn't know if you were gunna be able to scale that wall Al." You panted before taking a swig of your water. "You're balance is pretty off."

 "Says you!" He laughed, squirting his water at you through a hole on the top of the cap as you laughed and squealed. "You planted your face on the ground from a simple backflip a few weeks ago! It's a miracle you didn't die!"

 Matt grinned, taking a drink himself. "He's got ya there. Lemme show you how it's done."

 He stood up but something shifted in you. Something was wrong. Looking against the wall he ran over, bringing is weight forward and using his hands to assure he didn't crack his head. Almost immediately after he landed, he collapsed in pain, clutching at his ankle.

 "Shit!" Al snapped, rushing towards his brother as you whipped out your phone and dialed in '911' for an ambulance. "Matt, what the fuck!"

 "My ankle you little shit!" He snarled back, his eyes burning but quickly turning pain-filled. "Damnit this hurts like a bitch!"

 You rushed over, pulling Al away and looking at Matt. "It'll be okay. Al, you wanna call your dad?"

 Holding out the phone, you allowed Al to snatch it and call their dad. "Dad? Yeah, Mattie needs to go to the hospital...yes, we were doing parkour again...I didn't hurt him!"

 Angrily, you snatched your phone back to hear their 'parental figure' gibbering on. "Artie, it's fine. I think he sprained his ankle."

 "_____________, are you with them!?" He snapped. "What do you think you're doing!? It's late at night and you shouldn't be messing around!"

 You heard sirens in the distance. "Yeah, whatever! Just meet us there!"

 "I'm calling your parents!" He snapped, making you flinch. "They'll want to hear about this! What's their number again?"

 You paused, looking at the brothers before hanging up. "He said he'll meet us there."


 As expected, a clean break. And then a concussion from falling so hard on his head. He was sleeping by the time you, Al and Arthur were allowed in to visit.

 Sighing, you sat by his side and gripped his hand. "Arthur. This was my idea to do. Blame me..."

 "Why don't we call your parents?" He said simply, coming over to brush your shoulder which you quickly pulled away from. "What's wrong...? You seem so...I don't...are you...?"

 Tears were blindly falling down your face when you turned away. Quickly, you used your sleeve to wipe away the tears from your (e/c) eyes. "I'm not...I'm not crying...! Jeez, I don't have any reason to."

 "Something is wrong." Al mused, grabbing your shoulders and kneeling in front of you. "Tell us, you're always welcomed to crash the night if you got into an argument with your 'rents-"

 "I don't have parents..." You finally whispered, leaning forward. "I've been living in an orphanage which I ran away from...I've been going to homeless shelters every night to feed myself and then rush to school...I shower like once a week and have nothing..."

 Al embraced you, brushing your hair softly as tears slowly and silently slid down your face. "This is a joke right...? really aren't living on..."

 "Why haven't you told us?" Arthur interjected, coming beside you as well. "You are more than welcome to stay with us you know...why didn't you tell anyone of us...?"

 "It's embarrassing though..." You whimpered, burying your face. "I-I can't go around t-telling people I'm homeless...I-I'm only in high school..."

 "Alfred...take her home and let her clean off...get her something to wear and eat in the meanwhile..." Arthur said gently wiping the tears away. "You're staying with us whether you want to or don't worry. The guest room is set up and you can borrow whatever clothes are in there for the time being..."

 Nodding, you threw your arms around his neck before leaving silently with Al. He drove you to their house, holding your hand and rubbing it gently. "Are you okay with coming to stay with us...?"

 "Y-Yeah..." You whispered, leaning back in your chair. "I'm happy...really, I am. I just..."

 He stopped the car, still holding onto your hand. "Come on. We have leftovers that'll taste good if you head it up...unless you want veggie-burgers..."

 "Leftovers..." You murmured, letting go of his hand and going inside. He followed behind, grabbing you some old clothes and letting you shower away all the dirt and grime from your body.

 Finally, you ate and curled up in bed, just laying blankly awake. Al came in, hugging you in bed and letting you break down into his shoulder until you had cried yourself to sleep.


 "I said I'm fine pops..." Matt growled, making his way shakily inside with crutches. "Where's ___________ damnit!?"

 "I wonder." Arthur pondered, walking in and looking around. When he came up to the guest room, he saw you and Al laying asleep, your body shaking. Matt saw too and quickly hobbled over to you. His arms went around your form and snuggled closer.

 "Why didn't you just tell us damn it...?" He hissed, kissing your temple. "How long have you been on your own...?"

 Arthur came over, rubbing Matt's shoulder gently. "I don't think she'd want to admit that...I pressed her for information but it's for the best..." He brushed some strands of hair from your face. "We should go to sleep...all of us would benefit from some rest."

 "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, standing up.

 "And no more of this parkour business!"


 Your eyes opened the following morning quickly, a cold sweat on your forehead. Shooting up, you noticed Al had gotten up since he had fallen asleep beside you the following night.

 Getting up, you shakily made your way to the kitchen to see Arthur baking. He turned and smiled towards you, holding a freshly-baked pan of unfrosted cupcakes. "Oh, good morning ___________!"

 His smile was contagious because you gave a faint one yourself. "You look like you slept well last night. Was everything okay? Was the bed too hard or did the sheets reek...? I should've switched the sheets again so you could have something more fresh to sleep on...! Lemme just-"

 "No was nice." You said with a small grin. "T-Thank you for everything...I's so kind of you to just let me come in and live with you..."

 "No trouble at all." He said, messing your hair up. "Would you like to help me decorate these...?"

 "Y-Yeah. I might not be so good at it though." You warned as he chuckled. "I'll do my best..."

 "That's all I ask."

 For about 10 minutes, you spent icing cupcakes, letting Arthur teach you and guide you once or twice before going on your own while he baked more. Al and Matt came in, Al wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and kissing your cheek.

 You flinched as he laughed lowly. "Mornin' sleeping beauty. Helping pops make some 'cakes I see."

 "Al, sod off..." You hissed but nudged his cheek.

 Turning around, you looked towards Matt and smiled, going to hug him carefully. "Missed you too 'Crutchie.' How do you feel?"

 "Had better days..." He murmured into your hairline. "But how are you feeling today...?"

 "Better." You stated simply. "Thanks..."

 "Hey, we got CoD set up in the living room if you wanna do co-op mode." You looked towards Arthur who smiled and nodded. "You sure that's okay pops?"

 "Go on ahead." He said sincerely. "I only have another batch, I can get it done in a jiffy. Thanks for helping out love."

 With that, you followed the brothers and began playing. After an hour or so, you all grew bored and started building a world in minecraft. Not long after, you fell asleep in Matt's lap with the controller in hand.

 He didn't complain, simply letting you lay there as they continued building your little house in the game. "She hasn't been getting enough sleep out there...just let her relax for awhile..."

 "I don't see anything wrong." Al smiled, kissing your cheek. "Just let 'er nap a bit and then give her time to relax with us again. We won't do too much crazy stuff until she's well-rested."

 "Yeah..." Matt kissed your hairline. "Night __________..."

 "Night little bro-chick." Al muttered, brushing your hair softly. Quickly, he pulled away. "Enderman! Enderman!"

 "Shut up!"
Pretty much drabble food no reason.
I don't own you or Hetallia!
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Come to Canada they said.

It'll be an adventure they said.

It was an adventure alright. An adventure in snow vill.

Your best friend Alfred had suggested you go to Canada. Your parents had agreed that it was a good idea.

Had anyone asked you if you wanted to go?

Of course not.

They had said it would be a great chance for you to experience the rural wilderness. So then they decide the only way you could do this was to rent a log cabin.

In the middle of a frickin' forest.

Sometimes you really didn't get your parents.

Personally you would have rather stayed at home. In your room, on your laptop. You really weren't a nature person. Sure it was nice to take walks from time to time on footpaths next to the river. But live for two months in the middle of nowhere? Really not for you.

Actually it had surprised you that your parents had taken a suggestion from Al into consideration. They thought he was a no good hooligan and a bad influence on you.

"Come on ________! I already told ya' I was sorry." Alfred glared at you, running a hand  through his chestnut brown hair. He pushed his red sunglasses on top of his head. Alfred and your parents were standing next to you at the terminal.

A few more minutes and you'd be on a plane to Canada.

"Good for you." You snapped, "You're not the one that has to live in the middle of nowhere for the next two months."

He shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"But sweetie!" Your mother pulled you into a hug. "This will be a great experience!"  

Easy for her to say.

"Now Boarding Flight 225 for Toronto Canada."

Pushing away, you grabbed your carry-on.

"STAY SAFE SWEETIE!!!" You mother waved frantically as you gave your ticket to the woman. Your father did so as well, Alfred gave you a short wave. When your parents turned around,  you quickly shot him the finger. He glared, then smirked.

-----Time skip-----

After sitting on the plane for hours you got on a bus for the woods. Nine hours later you were dropped off a mile from you destination.

Great. It was the middle of the night. There was no one around and you had to lug three big bags through the forest. To make matter worse there was a foot of snow on the ground and it had to be at least only 29 degrees out.

'Nice going mom' You thought venomously. You trudge on, dragging your heaviest suit case behind you. The other two perched upon your back.

It started to snow.

A half hour later you arrived at your house. It was kinda cute, you admitted that much. It was small and sat in the middle of a the clearing. A large woodpile leaned up against the one side. Hopefully you wouldn't need that. Your mother had said that the cabin was electrically heated.

Placing your luggage next to the door, you dug inside your pocket for the keys.

They weren't there.

You dug inside your other pocket and found them. Unlocking the door, you wrestled your luggage inside. The inside of the house was just as cold as outside. You'd fix that.
Taking off your coat, you kicked off your sopping wet boots. Your jeans and socks were also wet.


First you had to worry about getting the heat on. Stumbling through the pitch darkness, you fumbled for a light switch. Hitting one, you flicked it on.

Nothing happened.

Blinking, you flipped it on and off.

Still nothing. Which meant the frickin' power was out.

Great, just great.

Stumbling into what you assumed was the kitchen, you fumbled through some drawers. Managing to locate a flashlight, you lugged all of your luggage up the stairs and into the first  bedroom you found. Digging through the largest bag, you managed to find your cell phone.

By now your legs and feet were freezing. Teeth chattering, you flipped it open. YES! You had a signal. Dialing Al's number you waited.

"Sup'?" Al answered almost immediately.

"Y-you fucking b-bastard." You chattered into the cell.

"Oh.....________. How's Canada?" His cheerful tone pissed you off to no end.

"It's c-cold and snowy and I have n-no frickin' p-power." rubbing your feet together, you rummaged through your bag. Silently cursing him.

"Well I dunno what to tell you, ______." You growled into the phone

"ALFRED! I'm going to FREEZE!" No jeans in the first bag.

"Fine." You heard him sigh. "I know a guy in that area, he might agree to help you."

You managed to fish a pair of jeans out of the second. Holding the phone between your head and shoulder you quickly pulled them on.

"Alright. When do you think he could be here?" You sighed, throwing the wet pair into the  near-by bathroom.

"I dunno, an hour maybe? I'll try to get him to come sooner." He was starting to sound annoyed.

"Good." You snapped the cell shut.

-----20 minutes later-----

You sat under a large blanket you had found. Shivering you rubbed your hands together, trying to keep them warm. You didn't know if you'd make it for an hour.

A loud impatient knock sounded from the front door.

Leaping up, you ran towards the door. Throwing it open you stared at the man in the doorway.

"Are you Miss _______?" His voice was slightly hoarse, but not in an unpleasant way. He had longish strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. A strand of it curled away from his face. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, he wore what looked like a Mountie's uniform. And he was at least a head taller than you.

"Well? Are you______?" He sounded annoyed. His mouth pulled down at the corners.

"Um, yes. Yes I am." Blushing you stepped back, rubbing your arms, the cold creeping over you again.

"Can't start a fucking fire?" He pulled a toothpick out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth. It bobbed up and down as he chewed on it.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees, I guess." You watched as he sighed and pulled a pair of black leather gloves on his hands.

"I'll set one up." He glanced up at you. "But just this once. I don't want to hear Alfred fucking whining about you if it goes out."

Nodding you rubbed your feet together. He turned around and headed around the side of the house.

The snow outside had picked up. You stumbled back as he came back in, an armload of wood piled precariously upon his arms.

Following him into the living room, you watched as he threw it next to the fireplace.

Shoving past you, he trudged back outside.

Deciding you'd just be in the way, you sat down upon the couch.

He brought three more armloads, each time coming back covered in snow. His cheeks and the tip of his nose stained bright red. He crouched before the fire place. You couldn't see what he did, But a few moments later a small flame was licking the logs.

"There." He growled, throwing his toothpick into the slowly growing flame. He pushed his sunglasses up his forehead, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He had light purple eyes, but rather large bags under them.

He noticed you staring and scowled.

"Um. Thank you!"

Snorting, the Canadian turned and opened the door.

A cold wind whipped in. Threatening to snuff out the flames. It was white out. The muffled silence of snow swirling fell upon your ears.

"SHIT." He snarled, his shoulders slumping. You noticed that his clothes were dripping water onto the hardwood floor.

"Um......You can stay....If you want......" You stood there awkwardly, tapping a finger against your thigh.

He didn't answer, just staring out in to the snow. Slamming the door he turned around. The water made a steady dripping noise as the both of you stared at each other.

"Just for tonight." His hoarse voice was tight with annoyance.

Nodding you grabbed the flashlight and ran past him up the stairs. Digging through your bags, you pulled out a pair of extra large sweat pants. Running back down you shoved them into his hands.

"It's all I have. You'll catch a cold in that." You couldn't see his eyes behind the dark glasses. Sighing he grabbed the flash light and trudged up the stairs.

Sitting beside the fire, you poked it with the end of a twig. Footsteps came from behind. Looking up you blushed.

The tall Canadian stood next to the stairs, a balled lump of clothing in his hands. He was well built. VERY well built.

He glared, tossing the soggy bundle next to the door. You looked away, staring back into the flames.

"Why are you here?"

You raised an eyebrow at the Canadian, who was leaned against the stone of the fire place.

"My parents thought it would be a good idea." You glared at the flames. You heard him snort, "Seriously? Let a, what? 13 year old, stay alone in the middle of a Canadian forest."

You narrowed your eyes at him, "I'm seventeen." He blinked, then rolled his eyes,

"No fucking difference." He crossed his arms, making the mussels bulge nicely across his chest.

"BIG fucking difference." Standing up, you scowled up at him. Painfully aware that you only came up to his chin.

He smirked, his violet eyes narrowing.

"Whatever, not my problem."

You sat back down, twirling the twig between your fingers.

"How old are you?" He blinked,clearly not expecting that question.


One year older than Alfred.

"Whats your name?"

"Matthew Williams."



"_______   _______."

He nodded.

Throwing the twig into the fire you leaned back. "How do you know Alfred?"
He sat next to you, placing another log onto the fire.

"He's my half-brother."

You stared at him shocked. Al had never said he had a brother.

"Really? Al never told me."

"Its not something to talk about."

You watched his profile. Trying to guess what he meant. He turned his head and scowled, "What?" His purple eyes, skimmed over your face.

"Um....." You blushed, not knowing what to say.  "What do you do for a living?"

He sighed, leaning forward. "I work at an animal shelter."
Your eyes widened in surprise. An animal shelter? That was a bit of a fluffy occupation for such a rugged man.

"I don't deal with the fucking cats or shit." He was glaring as if he knew what you where thinking. "It's a shelter for injured wild life."

You nodded, pulling your knees up to your chest. "So do you feed them, or treat their injuries?"

He laughed, a dry smile crossing his features. "I tag the animals and bring them in." He paused and glared again, "I don't tranquilize them if that's what your thinking. I wrestle them down,tag them, then knock them out and drive them to the shelter."

You stared, He was either insane or got off on adrenaline rushes. Most likely both. You wondered if it was safe to be alone with him.

He turned back towards the fire.

It was going to be a long night.

------Time Skip------

You woke up to the smell of cooking. Whatever it was it smelled good. Sitting up, you realized that you had been lying on the couch. You didn't remember lying down on it.


You stood up, stretching. Walking into the kitchen you froze. A rather large wolf lay across the doorway, preventing you from entering.
You considered screaming, but realized that would do no good. Your breath came in short little gasps, you didn't move. It lifted its head, blinked at you, then settled back down.

"He's not going to attack you." you looked towards the voice.

Matthew stood next to the stove, spatula in hand. His sunglasses were perched upon his head. He had put his Mountie like clothing back on.

"Why is there a wolf in my kitchen?!" You squeaked, skirting around the large animal. Matthew scowled, "His name is Kuma. He's my pet wolf." pointing the spatula in your direction, he shook it "Don't question it."

You nodded, wary of the wolf. Sitting down at the table, you watched the Canadian work away.

"Where did you get the ingredients?" You hand't stocked the fridge.

"Al asked me to stock it up two days ago." His back stiffened slightly when he said Alfreds name. He muttered something else under his breath about your friend.

You rolled your eyes, Al did the same thing when he talked about people he didn't like.

"You're just like Al." Picking up the fork at your place, you twirled it.

"WHAT?!" You flinched as he slammed the spatula down and stomped over to you. "I am NOT like that HOSER." He hissed, shoving his face close to yours. Leaning back you paled. He glared, his violet eyes burning with dislike. Pulling back he stomped back to the stove.

Ok. Note to Self: Never compare the crazy asshole to other people. Especially Al.

A few minutes later he slammed a plate full of pancakes onto the table, pushing half onto his plate and throwing two to Kuma. You cautiously took three and poured a little maple syrup onto them. He watched you, glaring and stuffing his own into his mouth. You noticed that he didn't put syrup on them. You found out why a second later.

He picked up the bottle and poured half it's contents into a cup.

"You drink Syrup?" You asked incredulously

He snorted, "No. Its to sweeten the beer."

Great. The crazy asshole was getting drunk. On a syrup and beer concoction. Gross.
He noticed your disgusted look and sneered, "Stupid American, just like Al."

You glared, "Aren't you underage?"

He shrugged, taking a gulp of the concoction.
"Whos gunna care? No one out here. Your nearest neighbor is ten miles to the east."

Nice. Scenarios of police finding your dead body played through your head. Scratch that. Police finding blood and wolf hair all over the house.

"I'm not going to kill you if thats what your thinking." He was smirking, "Not worth the time it would take."

You should have expected him to be a strange. He was one of Al's friends after all. Which made you feel pissed at the brunette.

Matthew polished of the remaining pancakes and leaned back, a satisfied grin on his face. You stood up placing your dishes in the sink. Deciding to ignore the pair, you stepped over Kuma and headed towards the stairs.

The big wolf followed you. He had a doggy grin on his face, his tail wagged furiously.
"Shoo." You waved a hand at him as you walked up the stairs. The wolf paid no mind to you. Happily trotting behind you.

You quickly entered your bedroom and shut the door before he could get in. Remembering that Matthew was down stairs, you locked it.

Five minutes later, you had clean clothes on. Opening the door, you shrieked as the wolf bounded in, circling you and making little yipping noises.

"Down boy!" You struggled to remain standing as Kuma placed his large front paws on your shoulders, licking your face.

"Down Kuma." Matthew stood in the doorway, his arms crossed. The wolf obliged, trotting over to lay next to his masters feet.

You wiped wolf saliva off your face. "Why are you still here? I thought you said you were going to leave in the morning."
You knew that you sounded rude, but at this point you really didn't care.

He scowled, "I never said that I would leave in the morning. I just said that I would only stay a night." He rested a hand on Kuma's head. "But in answer to your question, I suggest you look outside." He motioned towards the window as he spoke.

You crossed the room and lifted the curtains. A blanket of snow covered the ground. Correction. A four foot blanket of snow covered the ground, It covered the porch below.

"Oh." was all you could manage to choke out.

He nodded, "There's no way I'm going to be able to walk back to my pickup-truck in that."

The silence was deafening.

"So we're stuck." You pulled out your cellphone and flipped it open. Good. You still had a signal. Dialing Al's number, you sat down on the bed. Matthew sat next to you, an inquisitive look on his face.

"Sup' This is Al."

"It's me." You flinched slightly when Kuma laid his face upon your lap.

"Oooooooooooh ________. Hows it going!?"

His careless tone made you grit your teeth.

"Oh you know. I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere with out power. But I have your crazy half-brother to keep me company!" You didn't care that said half-brother was sitting next to you.

"Matt's still there?" Alfred sounded confused. "Put him on the line."

Holding out the cell, you motioned for him to take it. Matthew glared, then snatched it away. You listened to his side of the conversation, patting Kuma's head absentmindedly. The wolf twitched his tall lazily.

"What? NO!" His face twisted in anger.

"I'm NOT going to fucking babysit your little friend just because you've gone mushy."

You glared at this comment.  His violet eyes flicked towards you, then back.
He sighed into the phone, "FINE!"

If looks could kill, you'd be legally dead.

Kuma huffed, whipping his tail back and forth. You patted his head again. Matthew held the phone back to you. Taking it you held it up to your ear.

"Sorry _____. But It looks like your probably going to have Matt as a house mate for the next couple of days." Rolling your eyes you scowled.

"Great Al."

"You mad at me?"

"What do you think?"
Biding him goodbye, you snapped the cell shut. Matthew raised an eyebrow, "Looks like I'm stuck for a few days." You nodded, not knowing what to say. Kuma stood up, yawning, showing his large canine teeth.

-------Time skip------

A roaring fire heated the entire room. You sat on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket. Three days had passed since you had called Al. The snow had gotten worse and your patience was wearing thin.

"Fucking hoser." Matthew sat next to you, his hand resting lightly on Kuma's head. "I knew I shouldn't have come."

You glared "If you hadn't come I would have frozen to death." He didn't look at you, nor did he make a nasty comment.

The crackling of the fire, filled the silence. Ears back, Kuma trotted into the kitchen and lay down in the doorway. His shining blue eyes alert.
Matthew sighed again, pulling the rubber band out of his hair. His strawberry blonde locks fell forward in lazy waves.

You looked away, staring into the flames, slightly annoyed at your self. Annoyed that you found him attractive.

"How does someone like you know someone like Al?" You glared at him.

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged, "Your a bit....... Un-Alfred."

You thought about it. It was kinda true.

Alfred enjoyed beating people senseless, your preferred to ignore situations like that. While Al vandalized stores, you were reading books. He watched porn, you watched anime.

Why were you guys friends?

"Well?" Matthew tilted his head, causing several locks of hair to fall over his face.

"I moved to his town a year ago. He decided because I was new I was an easy target to pick on. I don't like fight so I'd always just hand over the money he asked for and do his homework." You paused, sighing.

"But I have a really bad temper. I got really tired of it fast. One day he was pissing me off and...." You trailed off, remembering what happened.

"And?" Matthew's hoarse voice held a hint of curiosity

"I beat the crap out of him." You stated simply.

Matthew stared. His violet eyes wide with shock.
"You." He pointed, "Beat the crap out of ALFRED?" His tone was disbelieving.

You nodded, deciding not to mention that you had managed to crack two of his ribs.
Matthew went silent. You wondered if he was angry about it, after all Alfred was his brother.

You turned back to the flames, Holding out your hands to warm them.

A low raspy wheeze made you flinch. Turning towards Matthew you saw that he was choking.


He was laughing. His face bright red.

"AL WAS BEATEN UP BY A TINY GIRL!" He howled rolling off the couch.
"I'm not that small." You muttered, scowling.

He pounded the floor, shaking with silent laughter. Kuma pulled his ears back, looking from Matthew to you.
"Oh my fucking god." Matthew wheezed, wiping tears from under his eyes. "That's priceless. Wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that moment." His violet eyes sparkling he gave you a smile. A real genuine smile.

For the first time since meeting him you actual felt a general liking towards the guy.
He sat up, his violet eyes showing something like respect towards you. But the smile had been replaced by the scowl.

"You tell Alfred I laughed and I'll make you regret it."

Talk about ruining the moment. Not that it really was one.

Turning your head, you glanced out the window. It was pitch black, however you could still see the snow drifting into the circle of light streaming out the window.

It was going to be a long two months.
:I His personality isn't that 2P-Canada-ish....
Oh well

Part two- [link]
I found the image on Photobucket.....

Its kinda long isn't it xD

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya-san

I'm still working on the Nektalia sereis ^u^
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Part two
Only a month and three days left in Canada. All that time with nothing to do.

You had already seen all the sights after the tall Canadian, Matthew had left. The two and a half days spent with him were probably the most interesting so far.

You missed Kuma, the wolf wasn't as scary as he had first appeared, more like a giant puppy then a large beast. And if you allowed yourself to think on the matter, you admitted that you also missed the Matthew. But you tried not to think about him.

Flopping down on your bed, you flipped open your phone. Time to bug Alfred.

"YO! This is Al."

"Hey Al."

"Hi _______. What's up?"

"I'm bored."


"YEAH! I've done everything interesting!" You heard him grumble something.

"So what am I supposed to do? Send you a puzzle?" His tone was whiny and uncaring.

'S.O.B' You though venomously 'It's your fault I'm here.'

"Can you give me Mattie's number?"

Oops, that slipped out totally on it's own.

"MATTIE?!" Alfred choked. "You call him Mattie?"

"N-NO! I don't!" You blushed

"Whatever man." Alfred chuckled, rattling off the Canadians number.

"I hope you and MATTIE have fun." He chortled

You hung up, staring at the phone.

Maybe you shouldn't call him. Not just yet.

-----Ten seconds later-----

You listened nervously as the phone ringed.

"What." His voice was impatient

"Um, Hi Matthew, it's me _______......"
The other end went silent.

"Oh. You." You bit your bottom lip at his response.

"What do you want?"

" hang out?" Your voice squeaked slightly.

A long pause, he sighed
"You want to hang out With me? Seriously?"


"Fine." He sighed again, then hung up.

Now what?

-----Time Skip-----

A loud knocking on the door jerked you out of the doze you had slipped into.

Groggily, you stumbled over and opened the door.
Matthew stood in the doorway in full Mountie gear.

"Well?" He growled.

You blinked, "Well what?"

He grit his teeth, "What do you want to do? I took the day off from work to spend with you, so what the fuck do you want to do?"

Even though his tone was harsh, his words made you blush.

"That's really sweet. You didn't have to do that."

He cheeks flared red. Scowling he spun around and stomped off the porch.

"Met me in my truck if you think of something to do. If not, I'm going to work."

Something cold and wet pressed against your hand. Kuma licked your palm.

"Hi buddy." You grinned at the wolf.

Work. Hmmmmm. That gave you an idea.

Racing back inside, you picked up your coat and your cellphone. You slammed the door behind you and nearly fell down the steps in your haste to get to his truck.

Kuma lept in the truck bed as you pulled open the passenger door. Matthew stared at you, he had a tooth pick between his lips.

"So? Have you though of something?" The tooth pick bobbed between his lips.

You nodded. "Show me what you do at your job!" You grinned

His face went blank. The tooth pick hanging limply.

"Show YOU my job." His hoarse voice was flat.

You nodded, your grin faltering.

-----Matthew's Point of view-----

Show her my job? I had told her what I did, right? She did realize it wasn't a fucking walk in the forest, picking up bunnies and owls. It was intense shit nine times out of ten.

I watched her smile falter. My heart clenched.

"FINE." I growled starting the engine.

"Just no screaming, no vomiting and no fucking crying. Got it?"

Out of the corner of my eye i saw her nod.
------Time Skip-----

The drive was quiet, except for her piping up with annoying questions. Yet even so, I couldn't help answering them.

Al's little friend was turning me into a fucking dumb ass.

My phone rang. Picking up I scowled at the voice on the other end.

"Hows it going MATTIE." Alfred, my dick of a half-brother.

"I dunno, Still a virgin Al?" I snorted into the phone. ______ rolled her eyes.

"As if, MATTIE." The newly unwanted unwanted nickname was ticking me off.

"That's news to me, ALFIE." Kuma scratched a paw against the paw window. Poor guy couldn't come in due to _____.

"Wha-? You did not just call me Alfie!" He barked.

"Did I stutter?" I made a sharp turn. _______ squeaked, her hand bumming against my thigh as she attempted to right herself.

I felt my cheeks heat up. Damn emotions. Or whatever this sinking-rising feeling was. Probably the flu.

"Fuck you man!" I rolled my eyes at his lame come back. No doubt due to his time with the freak Arthur. Not that Francis was any better.

I hung up before he could start ranting. No need to waste my time.

----Your point of view-----
Matthew tossed his phone on the seat, muttering under his breath.
You prayed that Alfred hadn't mentioned the "Mattie" thing to him.

"Mattie, huh." You pretended to look out the window, while really staring at him out ot the corner of your eye.

"Why would Al call me Mattie." He tapped the staring wheel. His eyes hiden by his sunglasses.

You shrugged.

"Did you call me Mattie? When you talk to him?" You blushed.

He snorted making another sharp turn.

Great. You thought dryly. Now he hates me. Well he hates me more than he already does.

"I think I like it."

You nearly choked on your own spit. Really? Mr. Don't fuck with me, liked the childish nickname?


-----Time skip-----

"Wake up." Something flicked your shoulder. Opening your eyes you blushed. Matthew's face was inches from yours.

He scowled, "We're here."

He walked off, his boots crunching against the snow. Leaping out of the truck you stared around.

A few trees dotted the landscape. Nothing else. It was like a tundra. How far had he driven?

Kuma trotted up, his nose the only thing that didn't blend in perfectly with the scenery.

"You hide behind that." Matthew's voice startled you. He pointed to a large sturdy tree.

"I don't want you to get in the way."

You nodded and scurried behind it, peeking around to watch. Kumas sat next to you.
Matthew took off his jacket and then his shirt, tossing both into the front of the truck. You gaped, it was so frickin' cold out!!! How could he stand it!!

But damn he was hot.

He glared in your direction. "Quite staring like a dumb ass."

Your blush deepened.

----Time skip-----

You had been sitting on the cold ground for at least three hours. Matthew was pacing back and forth.

"What are you waiting for Mattie?" You stood up and stretched your legs. You felt your knees crack.

"A moose."

You rolled your eyes and hobbled over to the truck.

"Didn't I tell you to stay over there." He glared at you.

You glared back, "My legs are freezing cold and I can't feel my ass." Opening the door, you sat down. He scowled.

"Why did you pick this then?"

You blushed slightly. Looking at your feet, you watched your breath come out in small silvery puffs.

"______." His voice was much closer.

You looked up.
He had one hand on top  of the car roof and the other on the door, leaning towards you.

Your face turned the color of a tomato.

"Why would you want to spend time with me?" His sunglasses slid down his nose, giving you a clear view of his violet eyes. "After all, I was kinda rude the first time we met."

"Ah, um. I- That's- Um." you stuttered not knowing what to say. His lips twitched in annoyance.

"Do you like me or something?" God you loved the sound of his voice.

"Or something?" You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze.

You heard him sigh, then walk away. "Of all the girls Al could pick...."

Your head snapped up, "Excuse me?" You hissed, walking after him.

He turned and glared at you. "You really think that it was a coincidence that Al suggested you go out into the middle of nowhere and then just happen to know this guy?! No!"

You glared back, "Are you saying that this is a set up?" Anger boiled in your stomach.

"YEAH! That's exactly what it is! I can't exactly get girls out were I live, So Al sends some up to me!"

Son of a bitch. You were going to kill Alfred for this. Right after you beat the shit out of Matthew.

He opened his mouth to yell again, his strawberry blonde hair falling out of it's ponytail. He froze, a look of pure panic coming over his face.

"Get in the car _____." He whispered. You sneered at him.

"Who do you think you are? You think it's FUN toying with girls?! You and Al get a big laugh out of it?!" Something nudged your back.

Whipping around, you stared face to face with a Bull Moose.

A normal person would have ran or at least screamed. But you weren't a normal person in that scene of the word.

"I"M TRYING TO YELL AT THAT PIECE OF SHIT!" You roared, fist clenched.

The moose flicked it's ears back staring, then bolted for the woods.

You turned back to Matthew. The tall Canadian stumbled backwards and fell on his ass.

"Take me back home." Your voice was calm and cold.

He stood up and whistled to Kuma before getting into the truck.

-----Time skip-----

The entire ride back was silent.

As soon as Matthew pulled into the driveway, you hopped out and stomped up to your front door. Stuffing the key in the lock, you struggled to get the door open. Something blurred your vision.


You realized that you were turning the key the wrong way. Jerking it to the right, you kicked the door open.

"_______, Wait." You felt Matthew behind you, his breath warm against your neck.

"Fuck off asshole." You growled, slamming the door in his face.

Running up the stairs you collapsed onto your bed, letting the tears fall freely.

Why should you cry? You had only really known him for three days.

A loud creak came form the window. Sitting up you felt your jaw drop in surprise.
Matthew was hanging onto the window frame with just his finger tips. He scowled at you and mouthed something.

You blinked, sniffing slightly.

He mouthed it again. Open the window?

Oh! you glared and shook your head.

His arms started to shake. you rolled your eyes and opened the window. Matthew pulled himself in.

He stood in front of you, a grimace of pain on his face.
You crossed your arms, not wanting to forgive him.

"I'm." His face twisted, "sorry." He practically gagged the last part out.

You nodded, "And?"

He glared, "I won't use Al to get me girls."

You raised an eyebrow.

He sighed, "And you'll be the only girl I'll ever date."

"What?!" You stared at him, "Is this some kind of confession?!"

He glared and nodded, barely moving his head.
Blushing you looked down. "Okay. Then you'll be the only guy I date."

"Good." His scowl was gone, replaced by a half-smile.

Outside Kuma howled to be let in. Matthew grinned and walked towards the stairs.

"Oh and ______? This is actually my house. You've been sleeping in my bed the entire time."

You turned bright red, "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!!!!" He laughed as you chased him down the stairs.

-----Time skip-----

"Hey ______! Can't wait for you to come home tomorrow!" Alfred sounded happy.
"Yup" You twirled a lock of Matthew's hair around your finger. The tall Canadian swatted at your hand half-heartedly.

"Bet your glad to get out of the forest, right?"

"Defiantly! Oh and Al?" You grinned into the phone, "I hope you don't mind if I bring Mattie along."

"WHAT?! NO YOU CAN'T DO TH--" You hung up.

Matthew grinned, "Can't wait to ask him how it felt to be beat up by a girl."

You pointed a finger at his face, "Don't push your luck buddy."

But you were also smiling.

Coming to Canada had to be the best decision ever.
WOOOOOOT The last part >_>
took me longer than I thought it would

Part one- [link]

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya-san

I'm still working on the nekotalia series and the 2p-Germanyxreader part 3

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 "Name your game Iain."



 The man scanned the area around him, the empty playground in the middle of the night to see an abandoned swing set under the light of a nearby street lamp. He grinned.

 "Whoever jumps aff at th' hi'est point wins." Both of you grinned, fire in your eyes as you went over to the swings.

 Both of you started pumping your legs back and forth, going higher and higher. The only think running through your minds was to beat the other and do so with pride. Iain was about two yards high when he jumped off, knowing you couldn't stand the height you were at.

 Looking down at the ground, you could feel your face pale. Still, Iain was standing there, grinning in content with his arms crossed and his hip out,"A bawherr scared, aren't we lass?"

 "No!" You cried back, going up higher and higher. Still, you wanted to beat him not matter how scared. He didn't assume you would jump off from that height which was why he was shocked when he saw you jump off, over two times higher than him.

 You landed on your feet but the impact, which was concentrated on your right leg, caused something to crack in your ankle and forced you to collapse on the ground in pain.

 Iain made an audible gasp before he sprinted towards you. He was keeling beside you, turning you on your back as pain shot through your ankle, a groan/scream sounding from you. "Ye fucked up this time, didnae ye? C'moan, we're gaun."

 When trying to get you up, you started crying in pain, lifting up the bad ankle and leaning all your weight on his shoulder. He quickly stopped and looked at the pained expression on your face. Looking around quickly, he spotted a bench and sighed. "Kin ye mak' it fur juist a short distance?"

 Following his gaze, you noticed the bench and quickly understood. "Y-Yeah, I think so..."

 You hobbled over to the bench with him, wincing in pain with every step. After a long moment, you were being seated, Iain taking his scarf off and beginning to wrap it around your ankle carefully, trying not to agitate the possible sprain.

 Then, he knelt down on the ground in front of you and waited for a few seconds before looking back towards you. "Urr ye getting oan or nae?"

 A blush covered your surprised face. "Uh...okay..."

 Wrapping your arms around his neck, you were easily lifted onto his back. His arms went around your legs to support you and he began walking with you slowly forward.

 For awhile, you were both silent, just taking in what just happened. You easily just sprained your ankle, that much was true. But your competitive natures was truly to blame for this. Both of you had a tendency to compete against one another to see who was the better nation.

 Resting your head on his shoulder, you felt the weight of exhaustion crush you. Iain noticed but didn't say anything about it. He just jounced you on his back a bit, feeling you slipping from his grasp. Which made you wake up once more.

 "Where are we going...?" You whispered, trying to relax once more.

 He smiled slightly, resting his head on yours. "Mah hoose."

 "What about your brothers...?"

 He shrugged, concentrating on walking forwards, one step by another. Once more, it was silent. You began to notice how cold it was and the fact that the sky was turning darker, the clouds covering the stars and the moon.

 "I think it's gunna snow..." You said to yourself, forgetting your mouth was by his ear.

 He chuckled, rubbing your leg gently. "We're a'maist hame."

 His words were true for only a few moments later, you were sitting down on a couch in his house, waiting for him to come back with a warm cup of tea and a first-aid kit to tend to your ankle.

 When he reentered, he placed the cup to your side of where you sat. He silently knelt by you, lifting your leg up to where your injury was and started untying your converse laces.

 "This'll hurt." He said simplistically, giving you a forewarning before beginning to remove the shoe. Every time your ankle moves, new waves of pain was sent through it. Beside him was a bag of ice ready for when the shoe was off.

 The second the shoe was off, he quickly put the bag of ice on your swollen ankle and made you rest back on the couch. "Ah will be richt back..." He said hushed before getting up and leaving you once more.

 Looking around the house, you tried to ignore the pain in your ankle. You lifted your other shoe and stripped it off and tossed it to the corner. Iain came back in with a towel and noticed you staring at the corner.

 He came over, removing the ice and wrapping up the ankle with medial tape before making you lift it and putting a pillow underneath. He then put the towel over your ankle and rested the ice back on it once more. It took a few moments but the cool sting of the ice gradually came back before it ebbed to comfort.

 Iain pulled out some cotton swabs and began disinfecting minor wounds on your hands and face, being silent as he did so. You watched, relaxing in the seat and letting the drowsiness cocoon you into a shallow sleep.

 When Iain looked up, he noticed you sleeping peacefully in your spot. He smiled and sat beside you, pulling you under his arm. "You smell like's gross..."

 He ruffled your (h/c) hair, playfully shoving you away. His arm brought you back under his wing, his face nestled into your hair. "Ye reek sweet..." His said in a low voice, sending chills up your spine. He then leaned over and whispered in your ear,"Lik' cherries..."

 A blush covered over your face, goosebumps covering your body. His arms wrapped around you, embracing you. You snuggled closer, accidentally knocking the ice off your leg and sending it scattering across the floor. Both of you shot into attentiveness, separating from each other in an instant.

 You were about to get up when Iain stood and forced you to relax once more. He collected the melting ice quickly and ran to the kitchen to throw them in the sink. Coming back in, he laid you down on your back and propped your leg up on the pillow. A new bag of ice was rested on your ankle and he sat at the end of the couch, letting your head rest on his lap.

 An awkward feeling settled in and you couldn't find yourself in any comfortable position. "Ah will take the motor ye tae th' hospital th'morra." He said, brushing your hair out of your face.

 Bringing your hand up, you cupped his cheek lightly and thumbed away some fire-red hair from his face. Slowly, he leaned forward until you could feel his breath on your lips. He brought himself forward, giving a light kiss for a second as if to test you. With your hand still cupping his cheek, you brought your lips together, your arms going around his neck soon after they connected.

 His hands gently ran through your hair, playing with them when they got to the tips. When you split, both of you were smiling. "If you want, I can set up the guest room." A sudden voice directed your attention to the mouth of the hall where England was standing, a smirk on his face. "Or would you rather have her sleep with you tonight."

 "Git oot o' 'ere!" Scotland snapped, grabbing another pillow and chucking it at his brother before getting up to chase him down the hallway while you lay there laughing.
Just wanted to post one. In case I loose my stories.
I don't own you or Hetalia!
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Warning: I swear. Do I even have to say that anymore? Puhhhh... Swearing is good for you! So deal with it.

Matthew woke to the sounds of shoveling snow. He wondered if some kids were shoveling his drive for money. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pay them, he thought, rolling over to find your warmth. Matthew shot up, finding you no where to be seen. “_____!” he called out, kind of worried. You never woke up before him.

There was no sound. Just the constant shoveling that was starting to grind against his last nerve. Throwing open the curtains he prepared to yell at whoever the hell it might have been to go away. But it was you.

He went down the stairs and out the front door. You didn’t hear him and kept on shoveling. “_____.” he said sternly.

“Hey, Mattie.” you said, not stopping.

Matthew frowned, “Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, Mattie.” you said, grinning, but still not stopping.

He sighed, knowing he couldn’t win that one, “What the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell does it look like?” you asked, mimicking his tone, but leaving the grin on your face to show you weren’t angry.

Matthew was still really confused, “But why?”

“I might need to go somewhere.” you said, still shoveling.

He shook his head, “Why didn’t you ask me to?”

“I can do it.”

Matthew stepped closer to you, but stayed clear of your furious shoveling. “But you don’t have to, I would have.”

“You were sleeping.”

He grabbed your shoulder and you stopped and turned to him, “Why didn’t you wake me? How did you wake up before me?”

“I can’t sleep in the snow. It gets too quiet.” you said, observing your work. You were two thirds of the way done in clearing out the drive that had been entirely filled with about three feet of snow.

He was still baffled, “But why not make me do it?”

“I don’t want to be a nuisance, making you do something I can do perfectly well on my own.” you said, starting up again.

Matthew said, “But where would you need to go?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe to the emergency room if you decided to wrestle a bull moose, or a mother polar bear, or a full grown caribou.” you said, stopping to count off these likely scenarios on your fingers.

Matthew sighed, “Since all those are my fault, let me do the rest.” He reached for the shovel.

But you shook your head and moved back, “No, it could be me too. I could run out of milk, or have an urge to make waffles or pancakes or something and have to go to the store. Or I could slip on ice on the back steps and break my leg. Then it would be my fault. So I’ll finish, you go back to sleep.”

“Let me help, ______.” he said sternly. Then he sighed in relief as you sighed too and your shoulders once up in determination fell.

But then you just started shoveling again, saying with a smirk, “Then go get the other shovel, Mattie.”


I was shoveling this morning. In just a tee shirt. Man, I love the winter. We got about three feet of snow here yesterday, and I am LOVING it. In fact, I might go make a fort. Cuz reasons. Anyway, snow means meaningless 2p! drabble. Yep...


The 2p!s ownership confuse me... but they sure as hell aren't mine!

Know what? I've made a decision. Whenever I write for 2p!s, you belong to Oliver, and when I write for the regulars, you'll belong to Russia.

:icon2pengland::iconsaysplz:So you all belong to me, poppets.
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 "I'm glad you agreed to play hockey with me today __________." The Canadian smiled as you walked towards the rink. "Not a lot of people actually like to play with me so I haven't actually done this in awhile."

 You smiled, unknowing as to why no one would play with him. Mattie was a sweet boy and you quickly assumed that a nice, easy game of hockey would benefit your friendship.

 How very wrong you'd be proven to be.

 Going on the ice, you felt something slip uneasily. There was no one else there, two goals set up on either side. But when Matthew stepped on the ice and looked towards you, a chill went up your spine.

 Both of you skated to the middle of the rink, the puck between the two of you. The second you started, Matthew literally threw you off balance and quickly brought the puck down to score.

 Shakily, you brought yourself back up to face him. "Not in my rink you're not." Now you were completely frozen. "Don't mess with me."

 Shortly after, you began again, getting quickly driven into the side and knocking the air out of your lungs as he quickly scored once more. "M-Mattie, I need a break-"

 "Not until we're done!"

 Scared, you simply put your hands up. This is how things went for a good half and hour. He would push and shove, knocking you to the ground various times until you could taste blood. When you tried to push him away, he hit back harder.

 Eventually, you just stood in front of the goal to stop the pucks from going in but every time, he would pass you or hit you in the knee painfully to just slide it in simply. No wonder no one wanted to play with him.

 Then, you snapped. Throwing the hockey stick on the ice, you started skating off. "We're not done! Get your ass back here!"

 "I'm done-!" You turned around to face him to have the puck fly into your face directly. Collapsing, you screamed in agony. This definitely best the pain you felt before by a long shot.

 Pulling your hands away, you noticed blood everywhere. You shuddered, covering it up once more. The Canadian came over but in fear, you moved away quickly. He came closer and fell to his knees. "_-__________...! I'm so sorry...!"

 "Y-You're not sorry...!" You cried, moving farther away. He began to see the blood dripping on the ice and pulled you to a sitting position. Pulling your hands away, he groaned and quickly pulled off his gloves. He held it up to your nose and sighed.

 He then pulled you closer, ignoring the blood and helping you up. Eventually, he got you off the ice and out on the cool grass to sit. "I-I don't w-want to play anymore..."

 "I know, I know..." He kissed you're forehead and held you closer. "Just relax, okay...?"

 Nodding, you allowed him to hold you closer. "I-I didn't mean to...t-this happens a-a lot..." Tears collected up in his eyes, starting to drip on you. "I-I doubt y-you would want t-to h-hang out with m-me a-anymore..."

 Shaking your head, you reached up and gently began to wipe his tears away. "I need to call an ambulance...I might've broken your nose..."

 Reaching in his pocket, he quickly dialed and started talking. Feeling faint, you reached out and grabbed his shirt and leaned closer. He called your name softly, louder, louder. Then he began yelling into the phone, all of it sounding like fuzz as you went under.


 "...has a concussion. She should wake up soon but she may be dazed or confused." Your (e/c) eyes opened up to whiteness, hearing soft voices around you. "Oh, she's waking up."

 Looking to the side, you saw a doctor and Matthew standing to the side with their eyes on you. The doctor came over and smiled lightly towards you. "Hey _____________...? How do you feel...?"

 "M-My head..." You groaned, putting a hand to it. "Pounding...light...noise..."

 "Go ahead and relax then." He stated simply, allowing you to shut your eyes and take a moment to slow down before looking at Matthew. "If something happens, just hit the nurse button."

 "Okay." As the doctor left, Matthew came beside you, kneeling beside the bed and cupping your hand in his. "Do you need anything...? I can go to your house and grab what you need..."

 "I need you..." You stated simply. He thought you were going to continue and blushed when he realized not. "W-What happened to me...?"

 "I-I hit you with a hockey puck, remember...?" You nodded slowly, shutting your eyes again. "And then...I brought you in the grass and called the ambulance...y-you passed out a-and there was s-so much blood...!"

 Putting a hand to his cheek, you calmed him down. "It's okay...M-Mattie...c-calm down..."

 He leaned over, kissing his forehead. Blushing, you felt your eyes water and began to cry. Pulling away, he looked frightened towards you. "W-What's wrong...? W-What did I-I do...?"

 "M-My head hurts..." You whimpered as he pulled you close. "I-I'm sorry..."

 "It's okay. I should've been more careful..." This time, he pecked your hairline lightly as to not hurt you. "Why don't you just relax...? It's been a long day..."


 He sat down, holding you hand and smiling towards you as you began to fall asleep once more.
Not 2p
Who gets too serious when he plays hockey
I'm going to a game tomorrow so I thought I'd post this.

I don't own you or Hetalia!
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  Your dad was really one of a kind. He was a womanizer and still set in his ways with a 6 year old daughter. Actually, that's how you came about. Your mother dumped you on him, saying she wanted nothing to do with children.

  The reaction when he found you must've been shock. He was the youngest of 2 brothers and knew there weren't too many people who actually liked him to help (thank god for uncle Arthur and Francis, otherwise, who knows what might've happened).

  Even so, you knew he loved you very much. Sure it took awhile for it to ease in but once it did, everything seemed better. He would always ask how school was when you opened the door. He always listened and if it happened that something was wrong...

  It didn't stay wrong for long. End of story.

  Like when you came home one day. Your dad heard the bus stopping then eventually pulling away. The door opened. "_________, how was scho-"

  The door slamming and a pair of feet running to her room (and then another slam) cut him off. He quickly moved to your room and opened your door to see you curled up on bed, crying softly.

  He came over and held you, waiting until you wanted to talk. That is, until the bleeding cuts and pulled-on hair sticking out caught his attention. "Who hurt you?"

  You shook your head, signifying that you didn't want to talk. But he needed answers now. "Just tell me...I want to make sure no one is going to do this to you again..."

  Your eyes moved up, locking with his angered crimson ones. "I-It was some boys in m-my class. I-I told them to stop b-but...t-the teacher s-said it was okay a-and to keep playing...b-because it was a game...t-they said it was b-because t-they like m-me!"

  He held you close as you began sobbing, now wanting to do nothing more than knock your teacher out. And then make sure those boys couldn't sit for a month.

  Although, his top priority now was to make sure you felt better. Letting you snuggle closer, he began to comb your hair to put it back in order. How anyone could even think of allowing a child to hurt another when she says 'no' and because they thing they like her...

  His mind was burning with anger but on the outside, he showed his gentle, parental side. "You don't have to go to school tomorrow...I'll let you have the day off, okay?"

  You nodded, grabbing his shirt and burying your face into it.  "I need to go somewhere in the morning but after that, I'll spend all day with you if you want. You like that idea?"

"J-Just...don't flirt with any of the girls..." Your soft and frail voice had a small hint of joke in it, a small smile now gracing your lips. Your dad ruffled your hair and kissed your forehead gently.

  "Come on. Let me fix up those cuts and call uncle Artie to bring you something sweet, okay?"


  "Arthur please just watch her tomorrow morning!" Alfred was nearly begging now over the phone.

  "No is no Alfred. We've watched her nearly every night you decide to go out! You need to learn to be her parent-!"

  "Listen you..." He cut off venomously,"Someone beat the shit out of my daughter today with the teacher's allowance. I'm going to her fucked-up school tomorrow to make sure those little assholes never lay a hand on my precious daughter!"

  The phone went silent for a moment before the Englishman sighed on the other end of the phone. "Firstly Alfred, stop with the cursing. That's rather rude and you can use other words." Again, the line was silent. "Secondly, how early do you want me over?"


  When Alfred set foot in the school that morning, you could sense trouble. By now, all his anger was practically spilling out of him. The first place he went to was the principal.

  He didn't wait, he just barged in the office where he was speaking to a little girl. He signaled her to go away and as she left added,"Go on! Get out of here you little punk-nosed brat!"

  "Excuse me sir, but this is a school-"

  "Then why is it my daughter came home crying yesterday!? I thought the schools are supposed to be safe!" He snapped cutting off the principal. "She said some boys were beating her up and the teacher said it was okay! Fuck, if they were 18 and 23, it would be rape!"

  "Sir, please calm down-"

  "And you know what else!?" He continued, ignoring the teacher,"The teacher said that whole crush shit! She's gunna learn boys treat her like fuck when she gets older! That is absolute bullshit! My daughter is the sweetest and kindest girl and if I swear, I will sue the fucking district if I have to!"

  This seemed to catch his interest now. "Well now m-mister..."

  "Jones." He stated in a sharp tone.

  "Mister Jones, yes...I will make sure the teacher is fired and that the accused boys be recognized today-"

  "No, she's saying home today." He hissed, glaring daggers at the man. "I'll bring her back tomorrow. But I swear to you, if this happens again, I'll make sure I actually use my position to make sure this whole school gets closed!"

  With that, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

  After that, he ended up going home and finding that you were still asleep. Arthur was in the kitchen, baking something for you when you would awake. "So how did it go?"

  "I threatened to shut the school system down." Alfred said cooly, going to the fridge and pulling random things out.

  "Alfred," Arthur started,"You can't just abuse your power as a country and threaten to shut a school down!"

  "Whatever old man," Alfred said in a bitter voice,"When she becomes your kid, call me."

  You fumbled out of bed, going into the kitchen and seeing Arthur. Smiling, you went over towards him and hugged his leg. He chuckled and lifted you up into his arms. "Good morning sweetums! How are you this morning?"

  "Good..." You said, relaxing on his shoulder. Alfred looked over and sighed to himself. Your eyes scanned over to your dad and you smiled. "Daddy...!"

  He looked over and smiled slightly, you giggled at his missing tooth. Arthur handed you over to him, your arms went around his neck and you rested against his chest. "Don't worry sweetie, daddy made sure that no one is going to hurt you..."

  "Thank you daddy..." You said, nearly asleep in his arms already. "Thank you so much...I love you..."

  "Love you too kid..." He muttered, kissing your forehead. "Love you too..."

  And any time after that day that you would come crying for any reason...

  Well, lets just say, anyone who got in 'daddy's way ended up unconscious on the sidewalk.
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 Your hair was being yanked back painfully, your mouth covered as another blow was administered to your small body. Tears were slowly flowing out of your dulling (e/c) eyes, blood dribbling from wounds which were being created.

 One of the boys in front of you snickered. "Are you willin' to give us that coin in your hand now?"

 You shook your head, not even having the smallest amount of change to give to them. Seeing their angered faces only sent you further into hysterics and noticing this, laughed in pleasure before attacking you viciously once more.

 One pulled out a switchblade and came up behind you, slicing off most of your gorgeous long (h/c) hair. The one holding you back now held the small amount you had left, waving you around like a doll.

 Suddenly, though, you were dropped on the concrete and they all scampered away. A shadow loomed over you, making you look up to see an older man, his clothes grungy and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, a grey wisp of smoke coming from the end.

 His eyes narrowed slightly, just standing there waiting. "What's wrong kid? Go home to your parents."

 First, you tried to get up but failed terribly. Then you looked up pitifully, tears in your eyes. "I-I don't got any..."

 For a moment he stood there. Then he paced in his spot, his brows furrowed and a hand running through his blond hair before he shot you another glance. "Listen kid. I'm takin' you with me. But, and I mean but, only until I can get some orphanage to take you in. Got it?"

 "Y-Yes sir..." You muttered, not really caring where you ended up. He sighed once more, lifting you into his arms. "T-Thank you..."

 "Yeah yeah..." He muttered, keeping his arms protectively around you.

 He carried you through the small town you lived in, giving off glares if anyone gave an odd glance in either of your directions. Neither of you spoke but you assumed that he didn't mind. Although all you wanted was for someone to just coo to you and assure you everything was okay.

 You shifted slightly, trying to make yourself feel safe and cozy. The man didn't seem to mind, pulling your head to his chest and grumbling something in French is seemed.

 Still, you held on, your face in his shirt (even if it smelt like cigarettes) and snuggling close. After a few moments, you noticed a blast of warm air, making you look up to notice you were in a home. It was large but rather dirty. Then again, you didn't expect much more than that.

 Once inside, he sat you down on his couch, telling you to stay there and wait. He left you but you stayed completely still, just looking around the room and waiting calmly. All you wanted to do was lay down and rest for a short while, just have something to eat, for the pain to go away.

 When the man came back in, you were on your side, curled up and trying to sleep but tears streaming from your eyes. He came over, placing his thumbs on your cheeks and wiped them away a bit roughly before forcing you to sit up.

 Beside him lay a first aid kit which he opened, pulling out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs. He dipped the cloth in the alcohol, putting it to any cuts or wounds you had, not warning you about the pain. Still, you sat there completely silent and well-mannered.

 When he pulled away, tears were still streaming down your face. He looked at the bottle and back to you. "That hurt, didn't it?" You were frozen, not knowing if he'd get upset if you said it did. "I meant to use peroxide...that didn't make you feel better, did it?" You shook your head, wanting to just have him hold you close and tell you it was okay.

 In reality though, he just messed your hair up slightly and grabbed bandages to put over any open wounds. Once he finished, he lifted you up in your arms and carried you away once more. He placed you in a chair in the kitchen, going to the fridge and rummaging through it.

 He produced a small box and laid it on the table, sitting beside you and opening it to a bunch of sweets. Your eyes shone vibrantly, looking at the pastel-colored cupcakes and other goodies. Noticing you eying the cupcakes, he picked one up and handed it over to you.

 Taking it, you carefully unwrapped it, waiting a moment before taking a bit into it and feeling favors explode in your mouth. The man smiled slightly, seeing your delighted expression. "My friend, Arthur, made them. All fresh."

 "They're yummy..." You said softly before taking another bite and continued eating in silence. He watched, picking up a little crumpet himself and eating. Once you finished, you looked towards him, waiting in silence as he finished eating himself and watching as he put the sweets away.

 "You seem tired kid..." He said to himself, looking back to you sitting there confused. "Come on can just..." He rubbed the back of his neck, taking a deep breath. "Just lay in my bed for a while..."

 Nodding, you allowed him to lift you and carry you to bed this time. He opened the door to a room, his bedroom you presumed, and carried you to his bed. It was dark in there and smelt gross but you never had a room as far as you could remember and found a hint of comfort in it.

 He threw the messy bed sheets off and made a spot for you to lay in before covering you up. Your gaze stopped him from leaving, kneeling beside where you laid down. "What? Do you need something?"

 "Thank you mister..." You whispered, covering your face halfway with the blankets. "I-I don't care if I go to a...a orphanage or if I go back on da streets. You're the first person to show me t...that da world isn't too bad..."

 He seemed taken aback by the response, looking questionably towards you. "How old are you kid?"


 "You got a name, right?"

 You nodded, uncovering your face slightly. "_____________..."

 He looked towards you with softer eyes, stroking your hair. "Well...erm...I'm Francis...I guess since I know your name now." He scratched the stubble on his face and sighed. "Just...sleep for a bit...I'll set up somewhere for you to sleep after this..."

 Again, you nodded, settling into his bed and shutting your eyes. Francis stood up, ready to leave when you spoke up again. "Francis...? How old are you...?"

 He stopped and sighed. "Old kid...I'm old."


 When you awoke next, Francis was asleep beside you, his arms wrapped around you and his shirt absent. Moving slightly, you tried to wiggle free of his grip and look around the house with little success. It took a good amount of time before you managed to slip out of his grasp and get off the bed to look around.

 Slipping out of the room, you began peeping into a few rooms silently in the hallway where Francis' bedroom was. Then, you traveled out to the living room to find a young man, strawberry-blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, in the living room cleaning up Francis' mess.

 You tried to hide before he spotted you but he came over to where you hid. "I haven't seen you around here before. Do you know Mr. Francis?"

 Looking away towards Francis' door, you could feel the stranger coming closer. Quickly, you dashed into his room and shot beneath the spot beside him, hiding in his embrace.

 The other man came in as Francis started stirring. He lifted you into his arms and looked towards the door. "Arthur? Wait...what are you doing here?"

 "Well, I came for a visit. And...I peeped and saw you asleep and decided to wait. But it's so dirty, I started cleaning up the mess and then...well, this young lady came out and ran off when I asked her if she knew you."

 Francis held you slightly closer, trying not to scare you anymore. "Remember that cupcake you ate before going to bed...? He was the one who made them for me."

 You nodded but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway. "How did you get in?"

 "The key of course." Arthur beamed, holding it up. "I'm sorry, I should've called first but I just went upon my own accord again. I'll just leave if you really want me too-"

 Francis sat up, brushing your hair gently. "You already went through the trouble of comin' in...I guess you can stay for awhile..."

 Arthur smiled and came over, sitting beside you and Francis. "When did this lovely little girl get here?"

 Sensing your fear, Francis held you closer and brushed your hair. "Just yesterday. Some punks were beating her up so...she's staying for a while."

 Arthur nodded again, looking innocently towards you. "What's your name love?"

 "_-__________..." You whispered softly, holding tighter to Francis. His hand went on your back, patting it softly.

 "Well...erm..." Arthur stepped back slightly. "If I were to bake some cookies, would you mind helping me...?"

 Looking towards Arthur, you saw the sweet smile on his face and his hand held out, waiting for you to take it. Slowly, you reached out and took it, being separated from Francis and brought into his arms.

 He poked your nose and carried you out. "Now, lets try not to make too much of a mess. Maybe you can handle the flour..."

 Francis lay down for a minute before registering what had just been said. "Hey wait! Don't let my daughter touch the flour!" With that, he sprung out of bed.
I've had this on my iPad since last year.
Considering I broke my iPad on the first day of New Year and I just got it back.
I'm going to work on the OTP thing, I'm just gunna copy it into my iPad notes when I'm done posting this.
2p!France is socially awkward.
He's pretty hot though. A hot tamale.

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 "God damn it!" You snapped as Hercules dabbed a cotton ball doused in rubbing alcohol against a wound on your cheek. "I will not take this entering in my territory lightly!"

 Greece sat there and listen as you ranted on about how you 'will not be defeated' by the 'enemy,' or rather, a stray cat who was getting too close to Hercules. You ended up in a scrap with him but got various scratches that Hercules wanted disinfected.

 "Next time he tries to get in the house, I promise there will be trouble brewing! Trouble!" His hand rested on your head, his finger scratching behind your ear to calm you down. "Hercules, stop it..."

 "You're such a good kitty..." He murmured, leaning his body against you. "You have to be my favorite out of all of them..." His weight knocked you over, his arms wrapped around you and his head in the crook of your neck. "Don't be so jealous..."

 "He was coming onto you..." You hissed under your breath. "I think that's really weird..."

 Hercules stood up, helping you into his arms. "Stop worrying so much...let me finish up cleaning the rest of those cuts and then we can lay down for a nap. Would that make you feel better...?"

 Without waiting, he laid you down on the couch and left for a brief moment, bringing back a warm cup of milk. Then, he sat you up gently so that you could drink it while he finished cleaning off the rest of your wounds.

 Silently, you sipped the warm milk and felt yourself get drowsy. He looked up at you and smiled a little, seeing you beginning to nod off. He patched up your cheek and took the glass out of your hand, allowing you to lay down.

 He laid down beside you, brushing your hair and listening as you purred in delight. Your tail gently swayed as you tried to get yourself comfortable beside Hercules.

 "How about you just rest your head..." He said silently, his hands going down to your sides and gently caressing your arm. "Another cat isn't going to take your place, okay...?"

 "Better not..." You murmured, your tail twitching slightly in agitation. "You're my Greek..."

 He chuckled and kissed your forehead. Then your cheeks. Then your lips. Only for a few seconds. But those few seconds made your heart skyrocket past anything you cold even imagine.

 His head rested near your chest and his eyes shut quickly. "Hercules, are you honestly saying that you wouldn't be upset if anyone tried to take me from you? Or claim me?"

 "Only if it was Sadiq...only Sadiq..."
So I got good news about the play.
The girl playing the part I wanted quit.
And I got her part!
I'm playing the main antagonist in Annie Get Your Gun!



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