Author's note: Hey I'm back and I'm trying to write my first multi paragraph fanfiction. (So please don't flame me) And it took a lot of editing and feedback from epic people to get this posted around my goal deadline. So it's going to be a PruCan since it's my OTP but no PruCan will always be part of the plot though until later on in future chapters. PrussiaXFrance and PrussiaxCanada will mostly (even though I hate that couple but I couldn't get myself to kill England or put him with France) So now let me stop talking a let you read
Disclaim: I don't own anything, if i did i wouldn't be putting this
Chapter 1: Captured
"Where is he! Where is he!" Cried a tall American boy by the name of Alfred F. Jones, around the age of 19 with honey blond hair with a weird shaped cowlick at the front, vibrant blue eyes that are covered by square rimmed glasses
"Alfred, what's wrong did you lose Hero again?" Said an Englishman named Arthur Kirkland with thick eyebrows, messy dirty blond hair and a scowl that could curdle milk and is supposedly the American's lover but his pride just won't let him admit it.
"No Hero's right here" He said as he held up said cat who looks exactly like his master expect for his feline qualities.
"Alright, if Hero isn't lost then what's the problem?"
"It's Mattie! It's 6 o'clock and he isn't home yet! It's not like him to miss dinner and on top of that he left the house at 8! I'm worried about him" Tears threatened to fall from Alfred's eyes.
"Alfred, belt up and stop crying like a little girl, we'll go out and look for him, he's probably just out doing something important and it just went longer than expected."
"Yeah you're right! A Hero never cries" He said as he wiped away his tears. "C'mon Arthur let's go look for him" Alfred said as he ran out the door but then came back. "Hey where do we even start to look?"
"Wanker, let's go before it gets anymore late, I think I have a general idea of where he is." Arthur deadpanned as he walked out the door with Alfred in tow.
"Don't worry Mattie I will find you and I will bring you home" Alfred Declared
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"W-where am I?" Said a boy that looked a little like Alfred expect he had wavy blond hair a little darker than his, and was a little long and, instead of a cowlick he had a long protruding curl coming from the front. He had vibrant violet-blue eyes covered by circular glasses, his frame was skinny but you could easily tell that he was well toned.
"In my wonderful abode mon cherie, I see that you are awake, non?"
W-who are you? The boy panicked as his captive stepped closer
"Honhonhon~ there is nothing to be afraid of you are in perfectly good hands." His captive grabbed his chin and looked directly into his eyes
The boy's eyes widen as a memory flashed of him through his head. "W-wait you're the man from the café that kept staring at me."
"Yes I am, mon Cherie. You see once I laid my eyes on your beautiful face I couldn't stand to see you leave my life so I just had to take you and claim you as my own."
"What do you want with me?"
"What do I want with you? It is as said I just wanted to claim such a beautiful person as yourself as my own. And where are my manners? My name is Francis Bonnefroy. What is yours, ma cherie?" Francis asked still keeping eye contact with his prey.
"M-mattew Williams"
"Ahhh Mathieu. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful person" Francis said as he ran his hand from Matthew's chin to his waist and back while looking him up and down.
"S-stop touching me!" Matthew screamed.
Francis eye turned a dark shade of blue and he glared at Matthew while he tightened his grip on Matthew's chin. "Listen here Mathieu you now mine and I shall do as I please. I could fuck you raw right here a now and you can do nothing about it. Because you know why, hmm" He pulled his face even closer to Matthew's.
Matthew just stared in fear at the sudden mood change of his captor.
"Answer me!" Francis raised his hand ready to strike his captive but was caught by another person.
"Francis, that is enough, stop this, stop this now!" Yelled a man a little older than Matthew with messy white hair, snow white skin and piercing red eyes in a strong German accent.
Francis eye color returned to normal but he still glared at the man "Gilbert what is the meaning of this you're not even supposed to be here."
"I saw you come in with him from when you first stepped through those doors so I came here to keep you from hurting him"
Francis turned to face Gilbert "Tsk, Gilbert don't act all high and mighty you know why you came here.
Gilbert just gave him a suspicious look that told him to continue.
Francis smirked. "You came here because you think Mathieu here will replace you. But don't worry you will always be my top whore but, top whore or not disobeying me comes with great consequences." Francis said as he walked out the room. "Teach him the ropes Gilbert I want him in top shape by the end of this week so that I can I have a little bit more fun when he will officially becomes mine."
Gilbert sneered then turned to Matthew and helped him off the floor. "Hey are you okay? He didn't hurt you or anything"
Matthew was near tears but I wouldn't let his tears fall. "Y-yes, I'm fine a little shocked but I'm fine"
"Come on let's take you to the kitchen and get you something to eat"
Matthew nodded and followed Gilbert to the kitchen.
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"You are really cute, did you know that? I'm going to call you Birdie from now on, Matthew." Gilbert chuckled while watching Matthew eat.
Matthew blushed and looked up from his food. "Eh! Why Birdie? And how do you know my name?"
"I heard Francis say your name and birds are cute just like you."
Matthew blushed. "O-oh that makes sense. You know my name but I don't know yours."
"The awesome me's name is Gilbert Beilschmidt." He said pointing to himself."
"Oh. You have a German accent along with a German last name, what part of Germany are you from?"
Gilbert shoked his head. "No the awesome me is Prussian, not German, my younger brother Ludwig is just plain German, being Prussian is 10x more awesome. Where are you from?"
"I-I'm from Canada."
"Hmm, Canada isn't that the place with a maple leaf on their flag?"
"Yes, because Canada's top national trade is maple syrup."
"Maple syrup?"
"Eh? You've never had maple syrup before!"
"No."
"What about pancakes?"
"No."
Matthew dropped his fork onto the plate he was eating from. "You have to be lying to me."
"I'm not. I've never had a pancake before. I've had Belgium Waffles before but never pancakes."
"Screw Belgium Waffles! Pancakes are like little pieces of maple heaven that was sent from the gods. You can't live life without ever tasting a pancake it's inhuman!" Matthew declared as he got up and started collecting the ingredients needed to make his famous maple pancakes. Lucky he had his emergency bottle of maple syrup taped to his leg or else the pancakes wouldn't have tasted like heaven.
Gilbert watched in awe as Matthew quickly gathered the ingredients in an unfamiliar kitchen and mixed them all together with ease. When it came to actually cooking the pancakes was when he was really impressed. Matthew flipped pancakes like a true master of the art, he was so mesmerized that he didn't notice Matthew putting a whole stack in front of him until he smelled something coming from the table that's when looked down at say Matthew look at him with a smirk on his face pushing a bottle of maple syrup toward him.
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Eat it and be surprised."
He slowly took the bottle and started to pour a generous amount of syrup all over the pancakes. Then when he saw that it was enough he cautiously cut a piece and ate it.
Matthew couldn't help but laugh at the face that Gilbert was making it was so childish and cute. Right when he was going to comment on it the other spoke.
"These pancakes are awesome, Birdie! They're almost as awesome as me." He said before devouring the entire stack
"I told you they were like maple heaven." Matthew laughed.
"Birdie, can you make more?"
"I guess I could. But why, you just ate an entire stack?"
"Not for me. For the others that live here."
"They're others in here?"
"Of course, Birdie."
"O-oh."
"Don't worry, Birdie they're some awesome people, you'll fit in fine but, I warn you stay away from the Italian he gets pissed real quick"
"O-oh okay"
"Stop being so shy. I told you they're some good people. Once they eat your pancakes they'll accept you so just start on the pancakes and I'll go get them, okay." He said as he walked to the doorframe.
"Okay" Matthew said with a smile as he went to start making the pancakes while Gilbert went to get the others. "So they're others. I wonder if they are as accepting as Gilbert was." Matthew thought.
"Hey! Potato Bastard #2 there is no one in the damn kitchen and it's a mess come clean it up!" Said a short Italian with dark brown hair eyes and hair with a weird curl on the left side of his head, slightly tanned skin, medium size height and a scowl that could easily be compared to Arthur's.
"Lovi~, you should stop calling Gilbert that." Said a tanned, well-toned Spaniard around the same age and height Gilbert was, with messy brown hair, vibrant green eyes glowing with happiness and a warm smile that seems to always grace his face
"Shut it, tomato bastard!"
"Ve~ fratello, you really should stop yelling." Cried a boy that looked exactly like Lovino but he had slightly lighter skin tone and hair, a little shorter than him but not by a lot and rather than a scowl he had a clueless smile and a sunny aura about him.
"Feli and Antonio are right Lovino, you don't have to yell over every little thing." Spoke a rather large blond man with sky blue eyes that held a stock emotion and judging by the accent he was probably Gilbet's brother.
"Fuck off, Potato Bastard!"
"Hey hey everybody calm down the awesome me wouldn't have called all of you down here if it wasn't important. Anyways we got a new resident in the mansion and I wanted you guys to meet him."
Everyone looked around to kitchen but saw no one until Gilbert wrapped an arm around him.
He pointed to Matthew then went on to introduce him to everyone. "Everyone isn't here yet but I'll introduce who's here so far. Anyways guys, this is Matthew. Matthew, the angry Italian here is Lovino."
"Screw off, Potato Bastard #2"
"Churro here is Antonio"
"Hola"
"This is my, not as awesome as me brother, Ludwig"
"Hallo" He said a bit uncomfortable.
"The clueless one here is Lovino's twin and, my brother's fuck buddy, Feliciano."
"Ciao, it's nice to meet you, Matthew!"
"Hello everyone, nice to meet you." Matthew said shyly.
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