STOP! BACK THE TRUCK UP! WHO IN THE FRIDGNIDGE SAID YOU COULD READ THIS STORY?!
You still want to read it? Fine but don't say I didn't warn you because I did or am about to: WARNING: This story contains 18+ YAOI content. Yaoi is boy x boy amazingness so if you don't like don't read! This is also a fanfic so if you like Hetalia but dislike yaoi. STOP READING. The pairings are as follows:RusPrus (Russia x Prussia) GerIta (Germany x Italy) SuFin (Sweden x Finland) and DenNor (Denmark x Norway)
Also, I do not own Hetalia. If I did Denmark and Norway would be having hot smex every night. I do however own the story.
YOU HATH NOW BEEN WARNED SO DONT BLAME ME WHEN YOUR EYES LOSE THEIR VIRGINITY!
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The wind blew by with a slight bite on this late fall day and leaves crackled like firecrackers when stepped on. Though rare was the time they were stepped upon in this area for it was a ways away from civilization. You see the man who lived here was not society's favorite, in fact he was what society was scared of, or at least thought to be. He to be a Beastman someone who was feared and loathed throughout human history.
So much hated that his kind was actually hunted for their animals fur, fangs, and claws, until near extinction because of their difference. But as the beastmen got smarter and more advanced they figured out how to hide their inability to speak the human language by posing as mutes and not telling anyone that they were beastmen. This man labeled the beastman had chosen not only to space himself from the humans but not to talk to them so much and live a mile out of he village.
But even living far away in the woodlands made the people become more suspicious, some even say that hunters were sent to the beastmans house but were never heard from again. So people say its from anger at the outsider but really it was fear that bit into the corners of their hearts and made them hiss and spit when he came around.
The pheonix wasn't completely secluded though, he had a buisness with a local bakery owner named Tino who was a rare human who was able to understand beast language. Tino found that the beastman grew amazingly beautiful and huge flowers of all sorts, but no vendors would buy them from him, so he started buying the flowers as decorations for his tables and bakery shop so they accented his ageing walls perfectly. Tino also got to know this pheonix enough to learn his real name. Ivan Braginski.
Thus it was on this day that Ivan decided to once again brave the streets of the village and deliver some late blossoming flowers. With the small carefully wrapped bundle of flowers tucked safely under the large coat he wore he headed off.
The long winding road into the village was littered with fallen leaves and brown, dying grass that crunched whenever Ivans feet touched the ground. The air bit at his nose with small teeth and he rubbed the white scarf his sister had given him up to his nose to better warm it. Ivan turned his head skywards and watched with a purple gaze at the fat dark clouds roll through the treetops lazily which meant they were probably going to get snow today.
Ivan hated snow. Sure physically it didn't really bother him, it didn't even bother him to stand in a snowbank up to his neck for hours. What bothered him about it was that people compaired him to it, called him colder than the icyest blizzard and as untouchable as a snowflake, a single touch and he was gone. Ivan breathed out and watched his smoke-like breath travel upwards until it disappeared into the treetops. Yes it was likely to snow today.
Ivan picked up his pace in hopes of getting back to his house in the woods before it stared to snow. The leaves and grass squealed in protest to the hurried footsteps as his boots hit the ground with a thud.
Tinos bakery was at the edge of town so Ivan didn't have to walk to far into the village, but it was a popular place for the villagers and there were often three or four people in the store at one time. Ivan shuddered, he hated the looks they all gave him the look of anger and fear. None of the others would even talk to him because of the rumours about him.
The village came into sight, bustling in its evening activities. Ivan slowed his pace as he neared the bustling crowds, angling himself to Tinos bakery. People pushed and shoved Ivan as they tried to get past him to their favorite stalls to buy their certain items before the vendor was sold out of it. Ivan held the flowers protectively underneath his coat to minimalize the damage to their delicate petals.
Ivan managed to get into Tinos without much trouble and immediately the delicious aroma of the bakery assails his nose making his stomach growl with want. He looked around quickly and didn't spot Tino, only one other person was in the room. It was a small man with chocolate brown hair who was bent over the display case wiping over it with a white cloth. Who is this? Tino didn't have any employees so why was this man standing here concentrating on making this case of sweets sparkle?
Ivans thoughts were interrupted by the back door of the bakery, behind the counter Tino sat behind that lead to his living space, open and Tino stood there with a sweet smile when he noticed Ivan.
"Good evening, Ivan!" Tino said happily, causing the brunette man to stop what he was doing and look at Ivan.
"Good evening." Ivan replied quietly in case this man was one who couldn't understand Beastman and then began to distrust Tino for being so friendly to him
"So this is Ivan? Ve~ He does have pretty purple eyes! Like yours!" The brunette said with enthusiasm.
Ivan looked curiously at the smaller man, amusement tinting his eyes.
"Don't mind him," Tino said, "I just hired him a few days ago. He's quite the charmer eh?"
Ivan just nodded still not quite sure whether he could speak in front of this man.
"His name is Feliciano and he can understand you so go ahead and speak freely." Tino leaned over the table to whisper to Ivan.
Ivan took another look around the room to make sure that no one else was in the bakery before turning back to Tino.
"This is the last of the fall flowers." He said pulling his arms out of his coat with the wrapped flowers in them.
Tino took the package gently and opened an end to see the flowers inside and gasped.
"Wow these are so pretty!" Tino gushed pulling out a blue forget-me-not and smelling it, "You must have some kind of green thumb to make them grow so big and beautiful!"
"Ve~ Yes they smell amazing!" Feliciano said holding a daisy up to his nose and closing his brown eyes with pleasure.
Ivan blushed slightly at the praise, and looked away a moment. He wasn't used to praise.
Tino then went to his backroom, emerging not a moment later clutching an envelope.
"Here." He said, pushing the envelope into Ivans hands.
Ivan opened the envelope and peered inside then held it back out for Tino, "Its way too much. You really don't need to pay me so much."
"No, I insist that you take it," Tino replied watching Ivans face twist with uncertainty, "How are you to provide for yourself when your flowers aren't blossoming? This is just to make sure I have beautiful flowers in the spring okay?" Tino reassured him.
"Thank you." Ivan said puting the money in his coat pocket.
Ivan then turned to leave as a soldier of the king came into the bakery weilding a short sword and a sheid strapped across his back that displayed the kings emblem : A snake curling itself around a lion and sinking its fangs into the beasts neck.
Felicianos eyes went wide with fear. Gaurds always brought about death in their wake. Tino stared from behind the counter as well and Ivan did his best to sink into the back of the store to avoid being seen and questioned.
"Baker, the informants of the king have told him that you are allowing beastmen into this vicinity with no threat given. You are to tell me the names of all the beastmen that have been through here." The gaurd stated flatly.
"Beastmen? In my store? Surely not!" Tino said.
The gaurd narrowed his eyes, angry at not receiving the answer straight away, "We know there have been beastmen in here. So I suggest you temple who they are, then you can return to your menial task of cooking."
Now dear reader you must know that Tino is very loving towards his bakery and job and now without having been there for two minutes the gaurd had managed to crap on what Tino loved to do. Now the gaurd has pissed Tino off to the point were he was willing to kill the unsuspecting gaurd.
"Menial cooking, eh?" Tin asked his eyebrow twitching to show his annoyance in his pleasantly smiling face.
"Yes. You heard me peasant!" The gaurd hissed.
"Do you insist on calling me names? Because if you do then I will have to request your leave." Tino said calmly.
"I will not be leaving until I have the information I need."
"Then you may be waiting for awhile," Tino said,"For I do not intend to share information to someone who calls me vulgar things."
The gaurd stepped up to Tino in his heavy leather boots and grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground slightly as he did so, "Listen peasant, " he spat the words at Tino, "I do not have all day! So do not waste my time or I will be forced to waste you."
Tino gulped visibly but shook his head to signal he was not about to say anything. He was not about to give anyone any more reasons to dislike the individuals that came here, namely by finding out certain ones were beastmen. But that didn't mean he would die right there for that. The gaurd pulled out his sword and Tino grabbed a metal platter that was usually used to hold pastries and swung it into the gaurds head with a dull metallic clang before the gaurd could even react. The gaurd dropped and Feliciano gasped.
"Is he dead?" Feliciano asked running over to the motionless gaurd and placing a hand on the gaurds throat to check the pulse.
"I doubt it. Although he did deserve it, I don't think I hit him too hard," Tino said turning to Ivan,"But you are not safe here. Once they find out that I hit him they wont be as lenient to let me just give information and then they'll come after you."
Ivan nodded knowing full well that once the king heard of resistance here he would send more gaurds in the fear that there were beastmen here plotting against him. So Ivan left rather quickly to try and get to his house before messengers reported to the king that a gaurd was missing or the gaurd woke up and told the king that resistance was met. As he left Ivan saw someone go into the store which meant that soon there would be panic and someone would notice the gaurd and go running to the king or the nearest group of gaurds.
Ivan shuffled through the streets, his boots thudding with his fast and weighty steps and his scarf pulled up around his face to vainly try and hide it from the passerby. He managed to make it to the start of the long road to his house when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Hey!" Called a voice from behind him.
Ivan picked up his speed to try and lose the follower but to no avail as the footsteps behind him got louder as the person got closer.
"I saw said hey! Stop right there! I want to talk to you!"
Ivan sped into a short trot and the click of a gun was heard. Maybe running away hadnt been the best idea.
Ivan burst out into a full sprint as a bullet whizzed over his shoulder and hit a nearby tree. Splintering the bark on it as it got lodged in the tree.
"Stop! Beast!" The voice screamed behind him.
Another shot that ripped through his coat and grazed his right forearm and he ducked a little bit as he ran. Yup running was definitely the wrong decision he thought as another tree was splintered. Ivan had been keeping on the path but it soon became apparent that if he did so any longer this man would be able to hit him full on.
Ivan sped off the path as the man let off his fourth shot missing him by a mere inch. Not missing a beat he sped over the thick underbrush like an old experienced deer that knew every part of this woodland area. The man let off a fifth shot and this one grazed his right arm again a few inches above the previous one. Ivan tried to turn to the right but found that the man was right in hus way just ten feet behind so he turned the other way. After a few moments he tried to make a hard left turn but found the man on his left this time. Ivan tried to turn but everywhich way he did the man seemed to be right there to put hum off in another direction. Further from his house and deeper into the woods. Another shot that shattered the bark trim a nearby tree and Ivan realized something, this man wasn't trying to kill him, he was trying to lead him to somewhere in the woods!
Ivan glanced behind himself and saw the man was about fifteen feet away with the gun held perfectly steady as he lept over bramble and brush to keep up with Ivan. This man had enough skill to kill him right there if he wanted so why not just get it over with? Why keep chasing him unless they were planning to capture him instead? Ivans lungs burned, the combination of them being overheated and the freezing air made for a hellish combination that made him have to drag in each breath painfully.
Ivan didn't like the sound of being captured so he stopped mid run. Dropping straight to the ground and doing a small roll to not faceplant and to get under an enourmous rotting log that only rose a foot off the ground, giving Ivan just enough room to not be asfixiated. The man going just as fast as Ivan had was shocked to see Ivan disappear into the thick underbrush and kept on going, right over where Ivan was hiding. Ivan slowed his breath, and froze hoping that if he kept quiet enough he would be overlooked.
Ivans arm screamed in pain and coloured his brown coat sleeve a dark red with the graze wound and hus lungs were pained but he ignored it, a little pain for his escape was a small price to pay.
"Yutar!" The man called, "I lost the subject! I think he morphed and got away like that! I'm going back to the village to make sure he didn't go back , so you make sure that you take out the Beastman sympathizer before you come back okay?"
"Okay, I'll be there to help you search in a few minutes." Yutar replied.
The man walked back through the brush and Ivan altogether stopped breathing as the man stepped over the tree he was under.
And the man passed right in by.
Once Ivan heard his footsteps disappear into the brush he breathed out a sigh if relief. Then he heard more footsteps, this time in the opposite direction the man had went and there were two sets if them. One stumbling and the other more firm.
"Get your fuckin' hands off me!" Came a voice that had sounded unlike the two Ivan had heard earlier.
"Fine," a thump was heard as one if the two was pushed down, "It's not like I want to be touching a sympathizer!" The man who had earlier been called Yutar spat.
Ivan wormed out from under his log to get a better look at what was happening. Peering cautiously over the tall brush he saw a brunette man with blue eyes with and uncocked gun in his hand standing over a gorgeous white haired man with red eyes who looked to be just a couple of years younger than himself, wearing a black t-shirt and some baggy jeans that were ripped in a few places.
"Call me a sympathizer like its a bad thing if you want but I'm still getting more pussy than you!" The albino spat back.
Ivan smiled at the comment, beautiful and brave, he thought. Yutar spat at the man with disgust and growled, the albino wiped it off with a smirk.
"That the best you got?" The albino asked still smirking.
Yutar smacked the albino across the face with the butt of his gun but this did little to stop the albino from smiling like a fool.
"Stop smiling!" Yutar growled.
"Why? Did I hit a sore spot? A little too close to home?" The albino teased.
The albino was struck again in the same spot.
"Thought so! I knew there was a reason for all you guys to be such asses!"
"You know what? I was just going to let you go with a bullet in the arm because of your rare beauty but now, " Yutar cocked hus gun and pointed it at the albinos head,"I think I'll enjoy killing you!"
Ivan was overcome with an overwhelming sense if protectiveness, a need to stop the man Yutar from hurting the albino and lept from the spot he had been crouching and onto Yutar, pushing the man down and leaned over him as his eyes went wide and grabbing the gun from Yutars hand and tuning it on Yutar before he could prosess what had happened.
A single shot rang out.
Ivan sat dumbfounded with splatters of blood on his face, scarf, and coat and eyes wide with fear. Why had he done that? For all Ivan knew this albino was a murderer and rightly deserved to die here in the forest. Now he had killed a man who had maybe been trying to rid the world of some evil.
The albino man sat confused for a moment, just two seconds ago he was about to be shot and now a blonde haired man with purple eyes and bloodstains on his abnormally large brown coat and white scarf had killed the man about to shoot him. Was this man a killer who had just happened across an easy prey? And what of him? Was he next to go?
The albino watched for a few moments and then noticed the look if utter confused terror from the wide purple eyed man. This was no killer, this man was here by chance and if fate had it, he was the beast he had heard the other man shout about losing in the woods earlier.
The albino crouched next to the man who was lost in thought and said, "Hey. Are you okay?" Receiving no answer he touched the mans right forearm.
That got a reaction, Ivan winced and fell back off the motionless Yutar, dropping the gun he had held, then watched fearfully as the albino crawled across the man and leaned over Ivan.
"You okay?" The albino asked again.
Ivan gulped and looked at the albino who crouched over him with worry in his crimson eyes and replied with a nod to avoid this man finding out he was a Beastman.
The albinos eyes narrowed, "What's your name?"
Ivan shook his head hoping the albino would take the hint and stop asking questions. But he didn't.
"Tell me your name." The albino commanded, grabbing the front of Ivans coat to prevent him from wriggling away.
Ivan wiggled anyway dispite the rough hold of the albino. The albino held Ivan coat tighter and glared with his crimson eyes that seemed to dance like flames with his curiosity and slight anger with Ivans refusal to answer.
"Answer me." The albino said coolly.
Ivan gulped and with his right arm he grabbed the albinos arm and pulled it off, the albino then grabbed his forearm causing Ivan to wince and gasp with the pain.
"Oh, does this hurt?" The albino asked mockingly.
Ivan nodded, unsure of what exactly the albino was trying to do. The albinos grasp tightened and Ivan was sure that his earlier suspiscions of him being some kind of killer were right.
"Good. Now tell me your name or my grip will tighten even more, got it?"
"..."
"Speak up, I couldn't hear you." The grip tightened more and Ivan hissed.
Ivan contemplated not saying it again for fear of this man not being able to understand him or hate him because he is a beastman but in favour of his life in the hand if a killer he said, "Ivan. My name is Ivan Braginski."
The albino released his hold, "Well, Ivan, that wasn't so hard was it? My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt."
Ivan got over his enitial shock of Gilbert being able to understand him and stood up quickly, soon regretting it as a wave of exhaustion I overtook him caused by bloodloss and the ebbing of adrenaline that had been running through him moments before.
"Easy big guy! Don't hurt yourself!" Gilbert said placing himself behind Ivan and supporting his head with his arms.
Ivan blushed dispite his current situation, he didn't know why, so he blamed it on the cold that whipped around them in the form of a strong gust of ice cold wind. Gilbert shivered and Ivan looked back, the man was definetely not prepared for the cold, his t-shirt and ripped jeans testified to that, but his flushed face and quivering hands showed that he didn't handle cold well. He was not out here by choice or even with a little bit of warning because something told Ivan that he would have grabbed at least a long sleeved shirt if he did.
"I wont hurt myself. I'm just a bit dizzy." Ivan explained pushing himself to face Gilbert.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow and questioned, "How am i to believe you when you lied to me earlier?"
"What?" Ivan asked not quite sure what he meant.
"That, " Gilbert said pointing to Ivans arm,"is not what I call 'okay'."
"You've got a point but I had no reason to tell you otherwise."
"You find a Beastman sympathizer and that's not reason enough to trust me?"
"I dont know what a 'Beastman sympathizer' is. So I don't know to trust you." Ivan retorted, backing away a bit.
Gilbert put his hands to his chest as if offended, "Do you really think the awesomeness that is me would hurt his savior?"
"For all I know your wanted for murderer, and he, "Ivan pointed to the man, "Was your sentence."
"But I am not trying to kill you now am I? Come on," Gilbert said standing up and offering his hand to Ivan. Ivan hesitated and Gilbert noticed, sighing he said, "A Beastman sympathizer is someone who thinks that beastmen are wrongly hated and help them get around in cities without getting noticed by the kings gaurd as well as providing housing and food. The king considers us a bother and ordered that if anyone is found to be such a person they are to be executed." Gilbert exaggerated parts of his explaination by waving his arms about wildly, "Anyway, that is why the awesome me was going to be shot like a lame horse. Follow me and I'll take you to the resistance base okay?"
Ivan nodded he had heard of people doing this sort of thing but has never seen one for himself, so he grabbed Gilbert's outstretched hand and was pulled up deciding that a rebel force was probably a good thing for him, considering that the man who had shot him earlier was probably at his house anyway.
"Knew you'd see it my way." Gilbert smilied.
Ivan notices Gilbert was shaking, violently, as he released his hand and started to walk in some random direction, so he took off his now slightly bloodied long coat and wrapped the warm article around Gilbert who drew in a quick breath at the touch but immidiaely relaxed when he felt the warmth of the coat and buttoned it up.
"Thank you." He said kind of quietly as if he didn't want to be heard and continued walking with Ivan just a step behind.