I feel there needs to be more vampire!Prussia fics so I wrote this, but I didn't want the traditional human!Canada or werewolf!Canada for this PruCan so I decided on Neko!Canada with a dash of GerIta and Sprance thrown in (perhaps some UsUk if you ask nicely)
Matthew Williams chewed his lip nervously looking at the large building in front of him, he was glad his curls were so unruly and that it was only overcast today, the last thing he needed was for the rain to flatten his hair so everyone could see the caramel coloured ears on the top of his head.
The shy Canadian wasn't what you would call normal, he was agile and quiet and had the uncanny ability to climb anything which wasn't particularly weird, but he also had feline ears perched on his head hidden under shoulder-length blonde hair, and a tail that, quite like a cat's, seemed to have a mind of it's own. He could see perfectly in the dark, and was practically nocturnal. But the strangest thing was he had died before and yet hadn't, Matthew Williams had nine lives.
So you see, Matthew was definitely not normal, so he was a bit nervous to enter the one place where normalcy was valued above all else, high school. Of course he had been to a high school before, but his family recently moved from Quebec back to Washington where his older brother had been born.
"C'mon Mattie you're gonna love it." A loud voice said from behind causing Matthew to jump and bite back a yowl. 'Speak of the devil' He thought as he turned to face his brother Alfred.
Alfred too had been born a little odd but unlike Matthew his abnormalities were invisible, like Matthew he was agile and a good climber, he was also a bit of an insomniac but he didn't have ears and a tail and he did not have nine lives.
"America is the best country there is!" Alfred continued and the Canadian rolled his eyes. "So naturally there high schools are amazing too."
"Riigght.." Matthew said rolling his eyes, he could feel his tail twitch in annoyance which felt odd against his leg.
"So what are we waiting for? Come on!" Alfred grabbed his brothers hand and yanked him forward towards the double doors that led the children into hell.
Meanwhile, there was another abnormal person entering the building, Gilbert Beilschmidt flanked by his two best friends a flirtatious, slightly gay (slightly meaning completely) Frenchman by the name of Francis Bonnefoy and a eternally cheerful Spaniard (who Francis did not have a crush on at all…) named Antonio Carriedo.
"This whole 'school' thing is totally unawesome." The albino sighed running a pale hand through his silver hair. The Prussian yawned showing off two incredibly sharp canines.
"Agreed mon ami." Francis said flipping his golden hair over his shoulder.
"I know you're already bored but don't kill anyone amigo." Antonio laughed already knowing he wouldn't (not in the daytime anyway.)
Gilbert snarled at him then smirked. "Kesesese, I don't know, you're looking particularly delicious today Toni."
Francis laughed but Antonio looked horrified and ran into the school building yelling "Tonies son amigos no comida! Tonies son amigos no comida!" (Tonies are friends not food! Tonies are friends not food!) and gripping his neck.
Yes, Gilbert Beilschmidt was a vampire. Though his silver hair and ruby eyes had nothing to do with that fact, he was naturally albino. But his friends were as human as they came, they were the only two to accept him for who he was after 'The Incident' as they referred to the night he transformed, even his own brother avoided him and when they did come in contact he refused to look at him.
Gilbert steeled himself as he walked into the school. Gripping Francis's hand for dear life and ignoring his 'Onhonhonhonhon' he took a deep breath trying to familiarize himself with the scent of human blood.
"You'll be fine mon ami, you're okay, you've refrained from attacking Toni and I all summer."
"Ja, but I'm used to you!" Gilbert said swaying slightly. "I haven't seen these dummkopfs (idiots) since I became a you-know-vhat!" He hissed baring his teeth.
The two others were about to reply when a new scent reached the Prussian, smelling like syrup, pancakes and cat? But definitely not human. Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the humans around him, he followed the scent.
Francis was surprised to say the least when Gilbert ripped himself from his grasp and ran down the row of lockers and into the crowd of people.
"You don't think he's hunting do you?" Antonio asked, standing on his tiptoes, his green gaze following his friend.
The Frenchman clapped his tanned friend on the shoulder, pulling him closer than necessary (because if Francis ever respected personal space the world would explode) noting with a smile the blush that crept over the Spaniard's features.
"Non, I do not think so, not here anyways, too public." God why was this normal to him now?
No Gilbert was definitely not hunting, well of that sorts anyway, the scent was getting slow close now, the hallways were clearing but he didn't care, curiosity was burning inside him, he just had to find the owner of that scent.
Matthew checked his schedule for the final time, nope, Al and him still didn't have any classes together, he was not good at making friends, this was going to be a long year. The Canadian mussed up his hair once more to make sure his ears were hidden, he'd prefer not to have to flatten them as that was a bit like frowning all day and was about to enter his first class when he was pushed back by what seemed like a brick wall.
The brick wall turned out to be a very tall senior with a scarf and a thick Russian accent.
"Oops! Sorry, my fault da?" He said offering Matthew a hand. Matthew looked up and a flash of fear crossed his face. A look of shock was evident on the Russian boys face but was gone as quickly as it came.
"I'm Ivan." The boy said giving Matthew a smile that didn't quite reach his purple eyes.
"M-matthew." The Canadian stuttered fighting back a hiss, the memory of the cold metal of a gun pressed against his temple and a giddy chortle passed across his mind.
"Nice to meet you, you're new here da?"
"Y-yes." And he squeaked something that sounded like 'Maple help me.'
The first bell rang and Ivan grinned cheerfully. "See you." And off he went.
Still trying to calm his racing heart beat and keep his tail (that was thrashing around at an unbelievable rate) from ripping a hole in his favorite jeans he walked silently into his first class, the teacher failing to even lift his head at the new arrival. Resisting the urge to jump out the window and run home he sat at the only empty seat in the room.
"Oh, Vee! You startled me!" A cheery brunette boy with an italian accent said peering at Matthew with amber eyes.
"Hello." The Canadian offered shyly.
"I'm Feliciano! What's your name?"
"Matthew." He whispered, luckily Feliciano was listening very closely otherwise he wouldn't of heard it.
"Matthew? That's nice ve!" The Italian chirped and kept on chattering even when the teacher started talking. Luckily it was the first day of school and Matthew didn't need to pay attention and Feliciano almost took his mind off of his unnerving interaction with Ivan earlier.
Gilbert couldn't concentrate for another reason, instead of passing notes or teasing a brunette girl named Elisabetta as he normally did in class, he simply stared at a blonde boy in front of him. He hadn't meant to of course but he just couldn't help it, that smell was wafting off the boy overpowering the smell of all the humans around him, which was good because Gilbert had started salivating earlier and had to stop himself from biting his brother's boyfriend, Feliciano, when the little Italian had given him a hug in the doorway.
"Amigo? Why are you giving that blonde kid an Edward Cullen stare?" Antonio asked raising a chocolate eyebrow.
Gilbert groaned and put his head in his hands, he fixed Antonio with a piercing red look and said very seriously. "If I ever start acting in anyway like a character from Twilight, douse me in holy water and stake me in the heart, because zat is the definition of unawesome." Gilbert wasn't sure if holy water and stakes would actually work, he hadn't been keen to try it after he had been turned last summer but if he ever became an Edward Cullen he'd consider it.
"I promise." Antonio gave a cheerful smile and turned back to Francis.
Gilbert rolled his eyes and shook his head, a small smile on his face. He loved those dummkopfs.
As soon as the class was over, both Gilbert and Matthew weren't sure what it had been about the vampire hurried over to talk to the blonde boy. He was excited to figure out what made him different, he wasn't another vampire was he? In his haste he ended up knocking over the very same boy he was so desperate to talk to.
"Is it knock down the new kid day?" Matthew muttered to himself as he picked himself off of the tile floor, biting down another hiss and a yowl, his caramel ears flattened against his head.
"Kesesese, sorry." The person that had knocked him over laughed and held out a hand to help him up. Matthew flinched at the touch, the boy's hand was like ice.
Gilbert frowned, the boy was warm and now that they were close he could hear his heartbeat, definitely not vampire. But not human either….what was he?
"C'est bien." (It's fine.) The boy muttered in a soft Canadian accent. Matthew felt his ears perk up a bit. He took the hand offered to him and gasped when he saw the boys face.
"I know, I know albino, awesome right?!" Gilbert said smiling, not noticing the flash of surprise that passed the boys features when he saw the glinting fangs.
He doesn't feel human. Matthew thought, having to stop an ear from peeking up over his hair. instead he just nodded.
"I'm ze awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt by the way." He said offering his hand. And the Canadian took it, this time prepared for his icy touch.
"Matthew Williams." He whispered.
"Vell Mattie. I have a feeling you and I vill be great friends. After all I am ze awesomest person in ze school."
"And not arrogant at all." Matthew smirked, but in his heart he knew the odd boy was right, they would be good friends.
Like it? No? I like it. Reviews are appreciated, when I figure out exactly how to word my idea I'll update (Don't worry I actually do have an idea of what I want to happen I'm not just winging it.)