Hey all! Here's an (hopefully) original crackish sorta Hetalia (hopefully not Mary-Sue [whatever the hell that is :P] ) fan fic fo all ya'll… [I use slang! Get over it!]!

It's written by two people (Onee-chan and I) so if the writing styles are different between chapters, that's why…

JUST FOR SAFETY!

DISCLAIMER: Hetalia does NOT belong to either of us; it belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya. If we did own it, there'd be a lot more PurCan and AmeriCan… sadly…

Be warned! I DO swear and tend to be a dark minded sorta person, so there will be questionable words and thoughts in LATER chapters… just watch out if you don't like that kinda stuff ok?

'*yawn* Just another boring Saturday where I have to wake up to damn early.' I thought to my inner most thoughts as I dragged my lazy ass out onto the street, dragging a faded red moving trolley with a purple bin bungeed to it. Shoving more flyers than needed into my black book bag and proceed across the rocky southern Albertan road. The wind had picked up considerably, but nothing new to the small city, as I ventured to the next house to drop off the most likely unwanted bundle of somewhat useless papers. I heard a noise behind me that sounded almost like a sand bag being dropped and whipped my head around to investigate, when I saw a boy sitting in the middle of the road. His right hand was clutching the back of his head through his unnaturally white hair. But something seemed wrong with the situation; an older red car was speeding towards the disoriented teen with no sign of stopping until the driver slammed of their brakes in hope of avoiding spilled blood.

Fear and desperation raced through my mind as I ran to the boy in hopes of pulling him out of the way in time. What happened after I stepped onto the familiar concrete became a blur as I raced against time and the odds to avoid some possible unwanted attention. The next thing I realized is the car stopping and my adrenaline filled body dragging the now terrified boy onto the closest curb.

"I… your… wha…?" I sighed, out of breath after what had happened. The car's driver, a male at least 40 years old, ran over to us and started freaking out and asking if either of us were hurt. The only response both of us could think of is to shake our head simultaneously in hopes that the stranger would leave. After 20 minutes of one way conversation, the man got back in his car and proceeded to carefully drive out of our sights.

My chance to discover who the boy was had finally come.

"Who are you?" I asked him carefully, as the boy was still shaken up from the close encounter with death. Now that my mind had cleared, I got a better look at him. He was a head taller than myself, had un-kept white hair and glistening scarlet eyes that seemed to pierce onto my bluish-gray ones. 'He's an albino no less, interesting.' I thought as I kept examining him with a bored look.

"My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Thanks for saving the awesome me, but I could have handled it." Gilbert told me with a fitting sly smirk plastered across his pale face.

"No problem…" I replied dully. 'Oh great, another one of them. That's probably the last thing I need today… *yawn* I really need to sleep more.' My response to him was based off of my childhood, and my childhood wasn't one of rainbows and unicorns, since I've always been a dark minded kid. The kids I had to put with were sent from the devil himself in my mind. Everyone has a personal hell right? Well mine was almost every waking moment from the ages of 4-14, by then I figured out that I could avoid people if I secluded myself from society. Nowadays I just tend to stray away from the 'pack', only paying attention when I had to. But something felt different about Gilbert, and I hadn't put any malice into my tone when I replied. I was beginning to walk away when his voice stopped me.

"Hey! I don't know vhere I am, so do you think I could hang out with you for the time being?" he asked almost shyly when I glanced back at him.

"Yeah sure, why not. But you'll have to put up with two and a half hours of the same repetitive thing. I've got flyers to deliver." I called back when I headed off again to pick up the scattered bundles that had fallen off the trolley after being dropped abruptly. I was just starting to notice the German accent in his voice and had to wonder about it. "Hey Gil, are you German or something?"

"I'm Prussian actually! Kesesese! … Gil?" he responded with the same smirk as before.

'What's with that laugh?' I thought as we silently went for the almost never ending walk around a few neighborhoods. Many houses passed by, and the morning route seemed to drag on for hundreds of miles, before anyone dared to speak. The one to break the silence was none other than the 'awesomeness' himself.

"So uh… where am I?" oh right… I never took the time to tell him where he was. Oops!

"Canada. Lethbridge, Alberta to be more specific. You're now in some quiet little city 2 hours south of Calgary. Why were you in the middle of the road anyway? I bet you could have seen the car before I did if you were gonna cross the road." I said between houses as we finished delivering fliers to the last cul-de-sac on the map.

"I don't remember why I was on the road. I thought I was in Germany until then. How much longer vill this take?" Gilbert wined the last part most likely out of pure boredom.

"I told you this was gonna take two and a half hours. *sigh* just a little more on this street then we loop around for a stretch home with two detours. Can ya put up with this 'til then? 'Cause if not, then you shouldn't have asked to come along in the first place." I told him as we approached the corner leading to the glorious strait street ahead which leads to a warm bath at home. The response I got out of him was an irritated string of grumbles and German curses, a few of which I understood, and we continued on our way.

'Last house! Finally!' I began to beam with excitement at the thought of not having to walk another half hour. But I realized something while walking up the steps of the house. 'I never told mom if I could have a friend over, even though he's more of a guy I just met. Guess I'll have to tell her.' And with that thought, I whipped out my phone and began an almost frantic text with the number pad.

"Vhat are you doing?" he asked slightly puzzled as I began blindly crossing the road.

"Heading home, and tellin' my mom that you're coming over." A distracted replay answered him. I looked up and saw the older wooden steps of my home for the last year and a half sitting right above my feet. We both climbed up them and entered the slightly messy house. "Welcome to my home. Sorry it's a mess, but us kids are too lazy to clean up." With that, I went downstairs to my 'labyrinth' or more commonly called 'room'. It wasn't dirty, but it wasn't clean. Just somewhere in the middle with enough room for someone to walk around. Anime posters and selective drawings hung on the small walls, and a manga collection placed alphabetically to the right of a computer monitor that was connected to the laptop sitting on an older model TV. Dishes from the morning's ramen were lazily set aside, and the latest attempt at a good story was still on screen with sad country music playing in the background.

Grabbed the clothes I had set out on my ground level bed earlier, along with my mp3 player and speakers, and the last book of the second Warriors series, and made my way back to the kitchen. The moment I reached the top of the stairs, my phone buzzed in my pocket alerting me that I had a message. My mother had replied to the earlier sent text with "ok. Thanks for letting me know."

"Vhat are you doing?" the Prussian teen asked as he looked questioningly at the items I was carrying in one arm as I filled the electric kettle.

"Boiling some water, than going to take a bath. Same thing I do every Saturday. If you wait about an hour, I'll make you something for lunch." I said to the confused boy as I started pulling out more ingredients for my simple creation.

"And you need to boil the water you need for a bath in a kettle?" he asked questioningly at, assuming that my family was poor and couldn't afford hot water.

"Nah. Just wanted something to drink; I've also got a book to read while in there. My weekly bath is the only time I could relax between school and work. It's nice." I explained to him in a bubbly tone as I unplugged the kettle and continued to make some hot chocolate. "Well I'm here, do you want some?" I asked gesturing to the container of pre-made powder.

"No, it's ok." A slightly disgusted expression passed through Gilbert's face as quickly as it popped up.

"Mmmk, suit yourself. I'm gonna scrub off sweat and grime, then sit and enjoy being mostly alone. Watch TV or somethin' 'til I get out, k?" my English was not the best, though I've been speaking it my entire life. I'm an adolescent teen! Sue me for using slang… actually, please don't.

I felt refreshed as I exited the now steamy and warm bathroom, only to come face to face with a pissed off little brother.

"Dude, what's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Who's in the living room?" he demanded as I passed by him and walked into the kitchen to scrounge for food in the pantry.

"A guy, friend sorta dude who I met recently. Saved him from getting' hit by a car. His name's Gilbert and I hope you didn't annoy him while I was in the bathroom." I stated in a monotone voice as I walked to the other pantry and yanked the door open. "Hey Gil, do you want pasta? 'Cause I think that's the only thing I can make right now."

"Ja, sure." He called back while still having his eyes all but glued to the television set in front of him. I guess he caught sight of me sometime after I had asked him that question, because I heard that same weird laugh followed by, "You look like Vest, only with longer hair."

"West? Is he like your sibling or something?" I questioned from the kitchen while pulling out a pot big enough to make lunch for the three of us.

"He's mien bruder." Oh great, I was being called manly by some stranger I invited into my house after saving his ass. He could at least try to be a little nicer.

"Thaaanks. That makes me feel special inside." The monotone reaction was heavily laced with sarcasm, but it still didn't faze the strange Prussian teen.

"Back to my question," impatient little brother much? "Why is he here? And why are you being nice to him? You're never nice to people!"

"He's here 'cause I guess I took pity on him after his (more like our) near death experience. And I'm being nice 'cause I'm bored an' got nothin' better to do. Suck it up buttercup, he's here and we both gotta put up with him. Oh right! I never told you who we were! Ha, I forgot a really important thing." I giggled at the last part. I set the pot of water on the stove to heat up and pranced over to Gilbert, dragging my brother behind me by the wrist. "You told me your name, but I never told you mine. I'm Rebekah Knox and this is my little brother Sebastian, you can call him Sebb, and my older sister, who's (thankfully) asleep downstairs, is Aurora."

Nothing happened for a while; we ate then sat in the living room for a few hours until Sebb left to play on the PS3. Then it was just Gilbert and I left. The silence hung in the room like oil on water for who knows how long before someone just had to end it.

"S-so uhh… how are you today, apart from the obvious…" I asked shyly, reverting back to my quiet, calm, collective nature and hoping that Gil was one of the guys who could talk non-stop for an hour or two.

"Not too bad. I just keep trying to figure out how I got here in the first place." Gilbert sounded like he was deep in thought; like he really was trying to figure it out, but I wouldn't blame him. I would also try to figure out why I was in a mysterious country I've never been to before if I wound up in his position.

"That's cool. *sigh* I'm gonna be downstairs if you need me. My room's past the family room to your left at the bottom of the stairs, right across from the laundry room. My door will most likely be open, and if it's not just knock, ok?" I waited for a response, but he didn't say anything as I stood in the hallway. After a few minutes, I decided to leave him to his thoughts, and descended the stairs into the dark basement.