Author's Note: I am a fan of Hetalia, like die-hard, I guess fan isn't the right word more like follower. I LOVE this anime, and I am so happy my friend told me about it, and my sister for forcing me to watch it. Anyways I loved it so much I am going to make a Hetalia story, featuring... PRUCAN (Prussia X Canada) a.k.a. Matthew and Gilbert! They are so adorable it's just KYAAA! Anywho I know I should finish my "Can You Save Me?" story but I really wanted to get this one out there. And I was a little pissed at something I recently read when searching on the mobile version for my story to show a friend, turns out there is something with a similar title in the Fiolee/adventuretime/romance/hurt/comfort section of . I know this is childish but bleh! I'm 14 and I will do and think whatever the hell I want to! KESESESE yeah. And to my CYSM? readers, whom I all love dearly, hope you enjoy and yes I strongly support gay is going to be a little preview of sorts ;) translations at the bottom.
Matthew's (Past P.O.V.)
"Matthew!" my brother Alfred called to me
"Yeah?" I asked softly
"If a bunch of guys come by asking for me don't say anything." with that he took off
"I wonder what that was about?" I questioned
I sat down next to a tree and waited for him to come back. This was weird even for Al, I wonder what's wrong.
I soon heard something that sounded like a stampede coming straight for me.
"There he is!" someone pointed to me and a group of older boys walked over to me.
One of the boys picked me up by the collar and shoved me against the tree.
"You are so dead Alfred." he smirked evily at me
"A-alfred? I'm Matthew." I whispered
"Matthew huh? Then why do you look exactly like Alfred? Explain that." he punched me in the stomach, hard. I cried out in pain.
"I'm Matthew, Alfred's twin." I explained hastily
"Yeah right," he scoffed "Alf's an only child, everyone knows that."
He leaned really close "Nice try, Alfred."
He proceeded to punch and kick me. The other kids were cheering him on, some even joined in on the "fun".
"Please, stop." I begged although it went unnoticed
I lay there in pain until they were done.
"I'll find you Matthew, then we can play again." he whispered and then they just walked away leaving me to die. I was shocked he knew I was Matthew but he still did this.
I accepted my fate, the only thing I regretted was dying at such a young age, I mean 10 is a pretty short life span. I hadn't done anything at all. Oh well, if this is what was going to happen might as well not fight it.
I started to close my eyes giving into the pain when I heard someone coming up to me.
"Heilige Scheiße! Are you okay?" I looked up breifly into this person's face, only to be met with startling crimson eyes.
"Please don't hurt me anymore." then I blacked out
~ Time Lapse ~
Next thing I know I woke up in a hospital bed with a whole bunch of machines hooked up to me and no recollection as to how I got there.
"Oh my god, he's awake!" a nurse said in surprise and she ran down the hallway leaving me more confused than ever.
"What?" I wondered aloud
"Matthieu! My son. Thank God your alright!" my Papa ran into the room and engulfed me into a hug.
He was soon followed by my brother and my Father. Both with relieved looks on their faces.
"Mattie!" Alfred yelled and joined Papa in the hug making me wince in pain.
They backed away and I saw guilt flash on Alfred's face.
"It's all my fault, I'm so so so sorry Mattie." he buried his face into his hands
"Sorry for what?" I asked not understanding why everyone looked so relieved and guilty at the same time.
"He doesn't remember." Father gasped
"Remember what?" I raised my voice a bit, I was getting more and more nervous
Papa took my hand and looked at me softly before he cleared his throat. "Matthieu, you were in a coma for a month." with that my world froze. "And we were hope that when you woke up you could tell us who attacked you." My head exploded in pain. "I'll find you Matthew, then we can play again."
I started crying "Papa..." he just held me whispering comforting words to me "tout ira bien, votre securite maintenant." he repeated over and over again.
No Papa, I'll never be safe.
Translations:
German- Heilige Scheiße!- Holy Shit!
French- tout ira bien,votre securite maintenant- everything will be alright, your safe now