A/N: Hey there guys! KuroganeBlade here and I am back with a new Hetalia story… or bringing back a story that I have written long ago starring Prussia and Canada and well… you know the reason. And most of you are familiar with this story I am writing for this pairing.

Okay, let's get on with this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters used in this story. They all belong to Funimation, TokyoPop, Studio DEEN, and Hidekazu Himaruya. The plot, however, is inspired by the fanfiction called Maple Syrup and Unrequited Love created by Mikaa-9 (who isn't on anymore. T_T).

Warnings: This fanfic is rated M for safety reading, meaning that there will be swearing, mentions of self-harm, bullying, slight homophobia/violence, a very depressed Canada, and lots of yaoi. If you are under 17 years old or not into yaoi, please refrain from reading this story, to everyone else… enjoy this story!

Summary: 17-year-old, Matthew Williams was on the brink of self-destruction after being rejected by his father and his peers. Just when he was about at the end of his rope, the Canadian was saved by an albino who stops him from jumping off a bridge and tensions soon change into something more. Will this unlikely bond last and will this albino keep the blonde from doing any more damage to himself?

Pairings: Prussia x Canada (main), more pairings will be coming soon

Ocean Skies

Written by KuroganeBlade

PruCan ~ PROLOGUE ~ PruCan

Matthew Jean-Paul Williams felt his life coming to an end. The 17-year-old dragged his feet across the sidewalk, the soft and cold Seattle winds brushing through his baby soft skin and blonde hair, the weather was at its gloom and ready shower through the city near the birthplace of the young Canadian. He held onto his sides, his hands underneath his long-sleeved shirt and his beautiful amethyst eyes were red and dull for he had been crying along the way. Everything started crashing down his eyes. All in a complete instant, nothing left but pure darkness. The darkness that there was one way in, but no way out. He had a wonderful life throughout his years and all of that was taken away from him in the harshest way.

The sound of thunder crept in through the dark gray clouds, and Matthew remembered everything that occurred in his life.

It all started when he had gotten the tragic news about his mother's death almost last year...

"Matthew… I'm so sorry, but your mother… she didn't make it," the doctor told him leaving the Canadian in shock, anger, and sadness. Tears rolling down from his eyes.

But it didn't stop there. When he started high school, the young blonde bespectacled male wasn't the very social person, unlike his older brother, Alfred F. Jones-Williams who was loud, proud and very friendly to everyone around him which made him very popular and he envies him a lot. But there was one guy that he met, one year ahead of him, and soon the Canadian was smitten.

Hendrick Lars Timmerman was the guy's name. From his incredible spiky blonde hair and eyes to his fine muscular build and 6'0" height, he was the captain of the football team and has transferred from the Netherlands… just the person he wanted to befriend and it was shown that he was also in love with him, and it wasn't until he finally reached his junior year, that he gathered up the courage to confess to him.

"Um….L-Lars I have been watching you play since I started coming here and well… I really like you a lot. C-can we start off as friends?"

Matthew stood near the hallways as a brown-haired male around 18 years old stood there in shock of what the blonde has nervously said to him. Soon laughter burst out of nowhere in which everyone heard right before giving the Canadian a hard and nasty glare while sneering.

"You really think I'd be friends with a faggot like you?"

He harshly pushed Matthew down to the floor and towered over him, who watched him in complete hurt and horror, "You people disgust me! Why don't you kill yourself, you fucking homo!" he stung out, leaving everyone watching and laughing at him in the cruelest way.

And to add insult to injury, his widowed father found out that he was gay and he was not happy about it. He was highly religious and was against homosexuality. And it just happened not too long ago…

"You are no son of mine!" a man yelled, who happened to be his father as he harshly pushed him out of the house and into the pavement. Alfred ran out when he saw his little brother being pushed out and quickly ran to his aid.

"P-please, dad… I-I never wanted to tell you, but I had to. D-Don't leave me out here," the Canadian pleaded.

"Why would I help you!? I will not raise such faggotry… such a disheartening waste you call yourself my son in my household," the man shouted in the cruelest manner. "People like you shouldn't be on this Earth. You are a stain on God's children."

"D-dad… please!"

"Alfred, don't come near that trash. He's not worthy in being in this house," the man spoke to Alfred, ignoring Matthew's plead, leaving Alfred staying frozen. He didn't want to leave his brother and his best friend out in the cold. When he finally said 'no', the father growled, and grabbed the American by the collar, pulling him into the house, slamming the door behind him before yelling and arguing was heard. That made Matthew cry painfully even more.

Matthew could feel the emptiness eating his life as he walked. He lost his mother, his home, and was harshly rejected by the guy he liked in school and was bullied because of it… and it came to the point that he didn't care anymore. He felt very tired and alone, and he wanted to find a place where he can everything around him stop. And that's where he stopped at the Aurora Bridge where he could see the beautiful view of the water, boats, and ferries passing by slowly, performing their regular duties. This was the spot where he can get away from his troubles, from all of the pain he had endured.

He went over the railings and looking at the beautiful view of Seattle and smiled sadly and bitterly. It didn't look as beautiful with the gloomy clouds ready to start a storm, but it was lovely enough for Matthew to know that this will be the last time that he will be living in the cruel world, yet being in a lovely city. "Hold on, Mom. I'm coming home," he muttered under his breath.

He could feel his mother's embrace from above and he couldn't wait to be back in her arms, being away from all of the pain and suffering.

He was ready to say goodbye to everything that caused him so much pain….

::: END OF PROLOGUE :::

PruCan ~ CHAPTER ONE :: Savior ~ PruCan

"Oi! What the hell are you doing, sie dummkopf!?" a rough male voice dipped in a German accent shouted out in the distance, producing strong echoes.

Loud footsteps were heard approaching where the distraught bespectacled young man was. The broken Canadian tried to ignore who as approaching him as he kept on holding on to the railings of the ledge. Gritting his teeth, he whirled his head around to see a tall silver-haired male around with ruby red eyes, 27 years of age and of German descent coming up to him, realizing that he must have seen him going over the railings of the bridge and reacted quickly.

"What does it matter to you?" Matthew shot back at the man, his dry amethyst eyes narrowing through his round spectacles. "And what made become so worried about me, huh?"

"It doesn't even fucking matter," the German spoke in his hard tone, his red eyes narrowing in retaliation. "What you're doing is dangerous and stupid. Hurry up and get the fuck off that ledge!"

His own anger started boiling, "And do what? Take me to the police station? Don't fucking order me around as if you're superior to me!" he shouted back and turned his head back to the ledge, feeling the cold marine breeze hit his face as the water was calling for him to jump and meet his mother on the other side. He starts to let go of the railings and starts feeling the winds as he starts to fall forward, ready to meet his end and the albino quickly reacted.

"Oi! You stupid-" He quickly dashed up and grabbed the Canadian by the waist with his arms.

"Hey, what the are you doing!? Let me go, you asshole!" Matthew shouted back, thrashing from the man's hold for it was a very firm grasp, his strength almost being stronger than Alfred's own strength. "I said let me go!" the blonde shouted out once more, making the albino tighten his grasp.

"I'm not letting you do this to yourself and have you scare people around here. You want me to let you go, then get the fuck off the ledge or else both of us are gonna be going to the other side!"

Matthew's glare at the albino remained still, boring through his shining red eyes that were still narrowing. It showed him that this guy wasn't going to leave him alone anytime soon and how he stared at him just pissed him off even more. His reunion with his mother in Heaven was now ruined and he started cursing at the albino mentally. He finally gave in and grabs hold of the railing, pulling himself back onto the sidewalk, leaving the albino looking victorious.

"There, was that hard?" he spoke up with a smirk.

"Just who the fuck do you think you are, telling me not to jump off? When it's clear that my life has turned into complete shit!?" Matthew screamed at the albino. "Who died and made you my so-called savior!?"

"I just don't want you to waste your life like that. This bridge is known for having so many suicides since the 1930s. Many people have lost their lives because of stupid shit and I don't want you to be the next one on the list," the albino explained clearly. "You're better than this, kid."

"So what? My life has been shit since that day," Matthew barked out. "I don't need you telling me how should I live my life and all. Why don't you save your lecture for someone who cares, huh?"

'This kid isn't backing down,' the albino thought to himself and he could see the hurt through his eyes. "Oi, there's no need for you to feel all like that. Why don't we start over, a bit friendly? Name's Gilbert Beilschmidt," he introduced himself.

"Beilschmidt? That sounds pretty familiar..."

"If ya wanna know, Reinhardt Beilschmidt is my younger twin brother, but my family calls him Ludwig including the awesome me," Gilbert said with a slight smile. "We sometimes don't see eye to eye and he can be a bit bossy, but we get along well."

"That's good… for you," Matthew spoke back, turning away from the albino.

"Come on, kid. Don't you think we should try-"

"No," Matthew said sharply, cutting Gilbert off. "I don't want to know anything about you. I'm not here to become friends with some asshole who ruined my chance of seeing my mother again. All I wanted to do is find peace… where I can be free from all of this."

"Are you really that stupid?" Gilbert's expression changed into annoyance within three seconds, looking very taken aback of what Matthew was saying after hearing about his mother's death. "Killing yourself isn't gonna make things better."

"You don't know that, you fucking prick," Matthew spat in retaliation. "Ugh, why don't you go find some girl to sleep with and leave me alone?"

Just when he was going to get away from the albino, he felt his iron grip once again but this time it was by the arm, making him turn around to see him and his towering 6'3" height over his 5'9" height. "I'm not gonna let you take your own life again, kid. Whatever you're trying to pull, you might as well forget it."

'This asshole!' God, can't this man let him wallow in his misery peacefully? "Just what the hell do you want from me, huh?"

"First thing is, it's gonna rain anytime soon. So, I'm taking you home with me," Gilbert spoke still unfazed by Matthew's frustration and annoyance towards him. His kept his grasp on his arms firm and he started dragging him the other direction while the latter tried his best to resist from the hold.

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The sound of thunder was heard rippling across the dark clouds as they were seen to be ready start pouring rain in the Seattle metropolitan. Gilbert remained silent while walking through a nice neighborhood on the other side after a long walk over the bridge. He could hear Matthew screeching at him to let him go, in which people started to shoot stares at the two before turning away to continue on with their day. After a few more miles, Gilbert finally comes to a stop and Matthew ceased his ranting, only to be met with a large two-story Victorian style home with a beautiful rose and Cypress azalea bushes on the left side. He finally frees the young blonde and walked up to the front, and unlocks the door before opening it.

"Don't just stand there, kid. Get inside before it starts raining."

"Why? You're gonna get into trouble," Matthew remarked at the albino.

"It's my house, kid so I can bring anyone here whenever I want to," Gilbert said plainly, his look showing a lack of impression. He knew that comment was a giveaway for the four eyes to flee from his sight and it was starting to become a complete peeve. "Just get your ass inside before I make you."

"Why do you care anyway?"

"Do I have to repeat myself, kid? I'm not gonna have you take your own life and you already fucking know that!" The albino's voice grew more hostile, but he stopped himself and took a deep breath. This was showing that he has quite of a short temper and Matthew somewhat knows how to push his buttons which was pretty freaky. He knew that he didn't know Matthew that well and what he's doing is kind of wrong, but he tried to kill himself for Christ's sake.

"Please, kid? Can you just come inside? I just wanna cheer you up, okay?" he asked him once more.

Matthew finally gives in, "Fine, fine. I'll come inside. Happy?" he walked past the German, his sour expression still plastered behind his round spectacles. He didn't look him in the eyes, but he started to feel that Gilbert isn't some asshole who would just pretend to be nice and he would take advantage of him when the doors are closed. But his thoughts were completely changed when he was met with the interior of Gilbert's home.

It had a great blend of vintage and modern: the house has been built in the 1800s from the furniture and the portraits to the crystal chandeliers that hung beautifully from the ceilings. It all had the modern appliances and even a large 80-inch screen TV, followed by antiques imported from Germany. Matthew took a seat at the living room where he is met with a very comfortable sofa, comfortable enough that he didn't want to leave. He started to feel the warmth embracing him fully, numbing the pain of his cold and broken heart.

"Oi, do you want anything to drink?" Gilbert called out from the kitchen.

Matthew didn't want to answer, but he felt very dehydrated from all of the negative energy he had let out in front of him. "Y-yeah… soda pop would be nice," he muttered dryly.

Seconds later, Gilbert arrives with two cold drinks, one was a can of Coca-Cola while the other one was a large bottle of German beer named Weihenstephan Hefeweissbier. He gave the soda can to Matthew while he opened up his beer and took a small chug while Matthew opened his can and sipped slowly.

After taking a slight shameless burp, Gilbert shifted his eyes towards the younger male, "Alright, kid. It's time that we have a talk on what happened earlier," he spoke up, breaking the silent barrier between the two. "Why were you trying to kill yourself?"

This made Matthew stop drinking his soda and snap his head to face the older man. He felt his heart beating in a rapid and drastic ponder and that starting question started to pierce through his heart as if they were trying to hurt him. He felt his emotion starting to bottle within him and it wasn't a pretty sign either.

"It's none of your damn business..."

"It is now my business, kid. You're in my house, sitting on my sofa," Gilbert said calmly in response, his gaze not leaving Matthew's sight. "So, I'm gonna ask you again: why were you trying to kill yourself? And don't you dare try to lie to me."

"Why? So you can make fun of me?" Matthew barked back in defense, the feeling is anger slowly starting to crawl up. "What gives you the right to stick your nose into my life? All because you wanted to 'help' me with my troubles?"

Matthew felt his whole body starting to tremble out of emotion consuming him at a fast pace and Gilbert was taken aback by his outburst, "Make fun of you? Why the fuck the awesome me make fun of you!? I'm only trying to help you, but you're not giving me the chance," he returned back, trying not to raise his voice, feeling his own anger rising as well.

"You call ruining my reunion with my mother and forcing me to stay with you helping me!? You don't know shit about me, you fucking asswipe! You don't know what the fuck I have been through!" Matthew was near yelling on top of his lungs, his anger slowly dripping out of his voice.

"Oi, I'm not gonna be the enemy here! I just wanted to know why would you think of committing suicide!" Gilbert was now yelling back.

"I'm not telling you anything! If you just let me alone, I would be able to be free from this hellhole. You don't care about how much pain I have to go through, how much I needed everyone in my life and all they did is treat me like shit, talk shit about me and leave me to suffer! But no… your dumbass had to show up like you're my fucking knight in shining armor and try lecturing me about how I should fucking cherish my life! I don't need an asshole like you telling me a damn thing!"

That made the rope snap within Gilbert and within seconds. His eyes were glowing with rage as he rose from the sofa, unable to hold on to his anger.

"You ungrateful, miserable little brat! Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to snap at me after I fucking saved you and let you stay at my place!? You think being dead is the way of solving your problems!? No, the fuck it's not! It's selfish and will bring more pain to people around you who actually care about you. So, stop being such a weak little fag and be fucking happy that your ass is alive!"

After Gilbert's outburst Matthew felt his heart being shattered into pieces as shock and hurt slammed onto his face and within seconds, the albino found himself being stunned as well. 'Shit!' he thought to himself, realizing what he had done. But before he could say anything, Matthew's rage returned and he threw his soda straight at him, passing him closely before splattering all over the floor after he stood up on his two feet.

"FUCK YOU!" the Canadian screamed out, his voice now loud that made the glasses shake. "I don't need you looking down on me, you fucking dickhead! I'm not gonna take any more of your bullshit anymore!"

Matthew made his way towards the door and Gilbert quickly dashed his way to stop him from leaving the house. "O-oi! Wait, I didn't mean to-" he spoke up as he tried to grab the younger male by the arm until he was met with a harsh slap on the face, sending him toppling sideways before regaining his balance as Matthew yelled not to touch him.

"Don't ever touch me again! And while you're at it, why don't you just go kill yourself!? That way I won't have to see your face ever again!" Matthew shouted back at Gilbert without looking at him before dashing out of the door, slamming it harshly.

Gilbert stood there completely stunned as he held his cheek which covered the bruise. His eyes widened with stunned and his eyes gleamed with the complete hurt of what had just happened with him and Matthew. He realized that he had fucked up when he dropped the 'f' bomb on the 17-year-old. He regretted it almost instantly and just remained standing while lowering his head in shame.

"Totally unawesome," he muttered to himself.

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Running through the streets as the soft winds blew across his blonde hair, Matthew panted heavily that was mixed with anger and hurt. He didn't care if the sound of thunder slammed through his eardrums and he didn't care if it was going to rain. He needed to get away from the house as far away as possible as well as getting away from Gilbert. That silver-haired asshole had the damn nerve to call him out for trying to tell him how he should run his life when he knew that his life was already over. He had just been shunned by his peers and was cruelly disowned by his own father because he was gay! Everything around him was crumbling everywhere he goes.

As his speed started to reach to its level, Matthew finds himself tripping over for running too fast and falling onto the ground where he was now located at a small park in which was empty due to the stormy weather. Everything sounded very quiet all Matthew could feel was nothing but pure loneliness.

He was very lonely and didn't know where else to turn and all he could do is just lay there in the center in his own void.

Soon, a pained hiccup slipped out of his mouth and hot tears started falling out of his amethyst eyes, all of his venom changing into complete sorrow. He started to curl himself in a little ball as he kept on with his crying, his calls for his mother remaining quiet and weak.

"Mom… I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I never get to return to you. I… I…. miss you so much."

PruCan ~ TO BE CONTINUED...~ PruCan

A/N: Alright, that is the end of the first chapter of Ocean Skies, starring Prussia and Canada! If you guys don't know, I've written this story about 5 years ago back in 2013 and it had the same plot: Gilbert saves Matthew and takes him under his wing… blah, blah, blah… and I've decided to rewrite it in a new form and it will have the same formula and it took inspiration from another Hetalia story called Maple Syrup and Unrequited Love which was posted up here on FanFiction by another writer, but it was taken down. Because of its plot, I wanted to revamp my story with those elements.

Now in the next chapters, I will break down on the characters and such as I keep on with the story and such. In the meantime, let me know what you guys think of this chapter. Every writer needs some love here!

Talk to y'all later! Ja ne!