Author's Note: I can't believe I actually sat down and managed to start converting one of my favorite RPs into a fanfic. O.O It was a bit hard at first, trying to add more details and making it into one point of view instead of two, but I think I pulled off...somewhat well? I don't know. xD Anyway, a ton of credit goes to AWESOME11, who was my epic Lovina roleplayer. C: Seriously, I love you girl! I really enjoyed this story, so I wanted to share it with the world! I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to give constructive critiscm! I really need it! But anyway, enough of that! I'm not perfect, so I make mistakes! If you see I make a spelling or grammar mistake, let me know so I can change it! That's all for now, and I hope you enjoy! SAPPHIRE OUT!

Warning: Mild language, OCs, or genderbends will be used! Don't like, please move along and don't read~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (though I wish I did xD). It's just fan stuff! :D

Chapter One: Lovina

Matthew's heart was beating so fiercely that he could barely hear the sounds of the woods around him. He bounded across the grassy floor of the thick forest like an agile antelope. He soared over tree roots when needed, or ducked to avoid a long, overhanging branch. He shouldn't be here... It was part of the large mass of human territory named Halcyon. Specifically, though, the place where he now ran was called the Elthean Forest, a large section of woodland that covered over half of the southern portion of the Halcyon. The only remotely close cities to the forest were the small hamlet of Tronan, which laid a two day's trip to the southeast, and Mayn, which was a week's journey northward. All of the area, even the small, tiny hamlet of Tronan, were dangerous for a man of his race. However, that fact held little meaning for him. He had to get away, or else he would have to go back. There was no way he was going back there. That place was full of happiness and tranquility on the outside, but the calling for war was quite obvious, despite how often the kingdom usually pursued peace.

He did not have to worry, though, as long as he kept on running. As long as he kept moving, he would not have to go back. There was not even a chance that he would be caught by any human with his light feet and quick speed, but if he did not hurry, a Fae, especially a Royal Soldier, would catch him as if it were nothing. That is why he had to keep running. If he hesitated even for a moment, a Fae could catch him in an instance, if Matthew had not lost them already.

At this point, he did not even care if the humans were able to catch him, if they somehow managed to do so. Even if the humans were extremely racist and prejudiced to his people, he would gladly give himself up to them, if it would only save him from having to go back. He did not want to face what that place had in mind for him. The humans could only kill or enslave him. The dark, unwanted burden that waited for him back in his kingdom was worse than that, or it at least seemed that way.

Suddenly, he felt his heart freeze in his chest. Severe pain shot up through his foot and up his leg, causing him to fall onto his backside. He vaguely thought he must have screamed, as he felt something rip out from inside his throat, but he could not hear it. Even when Matthew later tried to remember that fateful moment, he could never truly remember hearing the sound of agony come from his own mouth. His ears were ringing like a never-ending onslaught of bells that had fallen down an equally unending set of stairs, just ringing and ringing, falling and falling, for what seemed like hours.

When Matthew's mind finally registered that he had fallen and had been horribly hurt, the ringing in his ears dulled down to a muffled, yet still obviously there ringa-ling. His vision, which had been swimming at a dizzying rate, managed to calm down a little so the male could view what had and still was causing the severe, white-hot pain. He paled at the sight of a large bear trap that had dug its canine-like teeth into his foot. Crimson blood gently poured out of the wound at a steady rate that was enough to make him feel weak and nauseated. Now he was doomed for sure. He was a sitting duck, for God's sake! The Fae Soldiers would be able catch up to him now. It was only a matter of time...

His scream must have been louder than he thought, for in a few minutes, he saw a girl come from the eastern line of trees to his position. She was most certainly not tall and settled a couple inches below average height. Dark auburn hair with a strange curl out to the side framed her face and stopped at her shoulders. A light blue dress hugged her subtle, yet extremely beautiful figure and had dark green and yellow lacing around the cuffs of her sleeves. You might have thought that Matthew would have noticed the woman's beauty at first look, but you would be mistaken. No, the first thing he noticed about the beautiful female was that she was human.

Matthew tensed as the woman ran to his side and knelt beside him, her delicate hands dusting over the horrendous wound that had been inflicted onto him by the bear trap. He gulped and hoped against hope that the stranger would not notice his ears which pointed at the tip, or his strange-colored eyes that were sure-sign traits of the Fae race which he belonged to.

"Stay still..." the girl muttered with a very thick Alisacostian accent as she attempted to pry the metal teeth of the trap apart. She immediately snapped her head to look at Matthew's face with a menacing glare when he made the mistake of letting out a cry pain when the female accidentally pinched his wound. "Be quiet, you idiota! How did you even get your foot stuck in this?!"

"I... I w-was just having a q-quick jog in the f-forest... and I a-accidentally... set off th-the trap," He lied. Maple, did that even seem believable? It was a thinly veiled excuse that one would have to be not all that bright to not see through.

As he thought, the female stranger did not buy it even for a moment. She looked at him incredulously and shook her head with a sigh. She seemed to dismiss to lie for the moment, moving back to the trap. She managed get the trap open and moved the metal object to the side and went to work with Matthew's wound. She tore a part of her dress off and used it to tightly bandage up the wound that still bled freely. Just as she had finished perfectly wrapping the wound, rain started to fall. It started as a few trickles, then developed into a heavy downpour, which fell like tiny needles upon Matthew's skin. The woman cursed then let her golden brown eyes rest on the male's face.

"Hey, idiota, your foot is pretty banged up. I can't take care of it in the rain, but I can get you to my house so I can properly fix it up. Do you want to do that?" the stranger asked with a scowl that almost seemed permanently molded into her face.

That was a dangerous idea, going into a human's home, but there was no way he could move on his own. His violet-blue eyes darted around his surroundings for a brief second before coming to a decision. "S-Sure," he stammered in his soft-spoken voice, "I c-can't really move on my own, a-after all."

"All right, then let's get you up." The stranger helped Matthew up and let him drape his right arm across her shoulders so he could lean all of his weight on herself. Despite Matthew being almost twice the girl's size, he was quite light thanks to his Fae heritage. This fact obviously surprised the girl, but she still did not question whether Matthew was human or not. Or maybe she had noticed, Matthew thought wryly, and was simply sending him to his doom. That could very well be the case, since humans were often sneaky about these kind of things.

Lightning suddenly lit up the sky and was followed by the low, rumbling roll of thunder that sounded more like a lion growling. "Okay, just take this one step at a time. My house is just a little ways down the trail," she muttered to prepare the male for what might seem like an endless journey to him.

Matthew nodded his head and hummed under his breath, "O-One step at a time, e-eh?"

"See... nice, warm, and comfy," the female said as she set Matthew down on the couch inside her home. He shifted for a moment awkwardly and frowned a bit as he noticed some red come across the girl's cheeks as if she had just noticed how close they had been. Matthew, however, could have cared less and looked to the side and tried his best to ignore the pulsing pain in his foot.

"I-I'll go get the bandages. The fabric of m-my dress won't do for a, er, long p-period of time," the girl stammered awkwardly. She hurried over to the cupboards, which was off to the right side of the room along with a sink and various cooking instruments, without giving the male a second glance.

Matthew tilted his head sideways at the sight of her scurrying off, but he was quickly distracted by the rest of the home. It was rather simple and standard. There was a stone fireplace in front of him that looked like it had not been used in a while and the couch in which he sat in could easily sit two people and was pushed against the back wall of the room. There was also the miniature-looking kitchen in the right side of the room that looked like it was the only section of the room to be used frequently. In all of its simple glory, there was also a certain aura surrounding it. Happiness, perhaps? Or was it dark memories, clouded by the pretense of happiness? He couldn't quite decipher it, and doubted that he would ever understand, since it was his first priority to leave the human's household.

He looked back at the woman who searched the cupboards, searching for the bandages that his bleeding injury needed. He took in the sight of her and noticed for the first time that she was exceptionally beautiful, but found that held little meaning to him. After all, she was part of the murderous and cruel human race and was likely to sell him or kill him once she found out what he was. He also noticed a... strange curl poking from the side of her head? What was that? It was practically defying gravity!

The stranger, whose name was still a mystery to Matthew, quickly returned with a roll of bandages and a moist towel. It was clear to anyone that she felt quite out of place with the persistent silence and averted her eyes as she removed the blood drenched, makeshift bandages that had been used earlier.

"So, uh, my name's Lovina, what's yours?" the girl, now dubbed as Lovina, said as she began to clean Matthew's wound with the wet towel that she had had in her hand.

Matthew did a sharp intake of breath at Lovina cleaning his wound and scrunched his noise in pain. "M-Matthew. Matthew W-Williams," he introduced himself through gritted teeth. At least his name was very common, otherwise there might be some complications.

"All right, Matthew, I'm about to wrap up the wound," she warned him in case the action would cause him any pain. Lovina started to wrap the bandages around the wound with her delicate hands, trying her best not to cause any unneeded pain. And Matthew would later note that she did an excellent job in doing so, but found that his mind was on other things at that exact moment.

"What were you doing out there anyway?" Lovina asked suddenly, "The trap was in plain sight; you must have been paying very little attention not to notice it."

"I guess I was, uh, deep in my thoughts... E-Everyone always says that I have my head in the c-clouds," Matthew tried lie. That was partly true, at least.

"Okay..." replied Lovina, still slightly suspicious. Then she looked up, and found herself gazing into Matthew's violet eyes. More red appeared on the girl's cheeks and she flicked her eyes back down, once again concentrating on the bandages, but Matthew kept noticing her stealing glances at him until he noticed her pause in the midst of stealing another glance. He licked his lips nervously as she stared at his ear, which poked out of his currently wet and tangled hair. She took a deep breath to compose herself. "Matthew," she said as calmly as she could, "What race are you?"

Matthew tensed up at that. Maple, she had finally noticed... He licked his lips nervously once more and tried to fake a smile. "H-Human, of course!" he tried to assure Lovina, but knew it was a blatant lie. However, he wanted to keep up the façade as long as he could. His race were thought to be demons, mere lowlives, to any living race. If one was found, the person was to be killed, tortured, or enslaved. Mostly enslaved, but some humans did favor the death penalty.

"I'm helping you, so don't lie to me," Lovina replied, slowly losing her cool façade as her voice rose, "I'm not like other people. I don't mind if you're a Fae or whatever, just don't you dare lie to someone who's trying to help you!"

"It's hard to believe that. Every human I have ever met has been cruel and uncaring of me and my people," Matthew's violet eyes narrowed and finally gave up the act, "My scars are proof enough. So, Lovina, you've caught me. I'm a Fae. Are you going to turn me in, or kill me? Or prove me that I'm wrong? Tell me, what does Lovina the human choose?"

"You hurt me, you really do," Lovina said, putting a hand over her heart, "Leave, stay, I don't care. My mother will be back in a few weeks and my father in maybe a few months. I won't do anything to stop you or anything, just do whatever, I won't even ask what caused this to happen to you. Just don't insult my integrity again like that." In a fit of rage at Matthew's non-existent faith in her, she turned on her heels and went up the stairs to her room. Matthew almost felt a slight tinge of guilt, but it was quickly shaken from his mind. Until he had something to prove him wrong, he would continue to believe that all of the human race were ignorant and cruel, but he could not say that Lovina's words did not have some effect on him. She did not seem to be lying and even seemed hurt that he didn't trust her.

"What does she expect...? That I would so easily trust after what the rest of humanity has done? It's going to take a lot more convincing..." he murmured under his breath.