This is an AU (alternate universe, meaning no one is a country) keep in mind this is my first Au.. So sorry. Anyway, i do not own hetalia or its characters, nor contact.
Allistor: Scotland, Matthew: Canada, Gilbert: Prussia, Ludwig: Germany, Eily: Ireland, Francis: France...Not that hard to guess though xD
Anyway! ENJOY! :D
"Stop..." Matthew said as another fist collided with his face. He sputtered as Blood left his lips.
"I'm sorry! Can't hear you" Allistor said mockingly, punching again. This time in the gut.
Matthew's legs gave in and his face was met with a new material. Asphalt. His glasses shattered and He felt a sharp kick to the jaw.
"I said.. Stop..." Matthew murmured. His face still on the ground.
"Aye. Maybe next time you'll leave Eily alone" Allistor leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.
"I already told you... I didn't mess around with your girlfriend.. that was Francis..." Matthew tried to sit up but got too weak. He winced and rested his head against the cold, wet, ground.
Allistor snickered. "Same thing.."
"How... I told you. Francis isn't my friend.. he just follows me around.." Matthew admitted. Francis was just kind of there.. Even when Matthew just wanted to be alone.
"Well. You're the weak one. So breaking you is the easiest" He blew smoke out in Matthew's direction.
"You... don't get it... I didn't even do anything.. I don't see how I'm the one to blame.. eh.." Matthew said. Allistor dropped his cigarette and squashed it with his shoe. He grabbed Matthew by the back of his hair and pulled him up to were he was kneeling.
"Your hairs too long... someone should give you a hair cut.." Allistor pulled out a switchblade and held it to Matthew's head. Matthew started to shake.
At about the same time. Gilbert was walking home from the grocery store. He walked about three blocks until he crossed through an alleyway where a fight was going on. He saw Allistor. He'd gotten in his fair share of fights with this kid. He'd never lost. But this kid was a pain in the neck. He saw a switchblade being held to the other kids head. He dashed over dropping his groceries. "HEY!" He yelled. Allison's knife flattered to the ground when he saw Gilbert. He stood up and dashed off. Gilbert would've followed but the kid looked hurt. Gilbert walked over to him.
"Are you ok..?" He asked.
"Y-yeah.."Matthew again tried to stand but was unable to stand fully on his legs.
"Here.. let me help you.." Gilbert realized he was becoming soft. But he couldn't just leave this kid out here. He reached out and took Matthew's arm he helped him to where he was standing then he put an arm around him to keep him up.
"Thanks..." Matthew said.
"Ja, anytime.." Gilbert chuckled a little bit before reaching over and picking up his groceries. He paused for a minute. "Say.. where's your house.." Gilbert asked.
"Its... about 13 blocks from here.." Matthew admitted.
"What are you doing all the way out here..?" Gilbert asked. This part of the town wasn't always the safest. He knew from experience.
"I work down here... that coffee shop.. I believe it's called the brew note... they have local bands play there from time to time..." Matthew explained.
"Oh. Ja.. my band has played there a few times.. I don't remember seeing anyone like you there.." Gilbert said.
"Yah.. I started like three days ago.." Matthew blushed lightly.
"Alright..well I only live a few blocks from here. Why don't we go get some food and fix you up.. you look pretty bruised up.." Gilbert said.
"..oh.. ok.. sounds good..." Matthew leaned a little bit for support. Gilbert started walking and soon enough they reached his house.
They walked into an apartment that had an upstairs and a basement. He flicked the light switch on and the room was light with an orange glow.
"Home sweet home" Gilbert said happily. Matthew looked around. Everything looked new and nice. A voice from upstairs almost made him jump.
"Gilbert.. is that you?" The voice called.
"Ja..." Gilbert said. He turned to Matthew. "That's my brother.."
"Oh.." Matthew felt foolish for thinking it was someone "special".
"Here.. come sit.." Gilbert motioned at the couch for him to sit. Matthew sat down. Gilbert noticed a cut by his eyebrow. Gilbert grabbed a rag and got it wet.
"May I...?" He asked holding the rag up to Matthew's face.
"Yah..." Matthew said, a light blush spread across his face. Gilbert gently put the cool rag to the cut. He wiped the blood away. Matthew winced. "Sorry..." Gilbert said quietly. His hand kept bumping the glasses Matthew was wearing. Gilbert took off the shattered lenses and finally got a look at Matthew. Gilbert almost gasped. This kid was not short on the good looks. He made himself busy by finding a new cut. He cleaned up the asphalt smudges on his cheek and sat back in awe. Aside from the small cut by his eyebrow he was amazing. He gulped and stood up.
"Hungry?" Gilbert asked.
"Yeah.. a little.." Matthew admitted even though he was really hungry.
"Ok." Gilbert looked through his cupboards. "All we have is pancake mix.. are pancakes good?
Matthew's favorite food was pancakes, if he could he would live off of them. Well that and he liked all breakfast foods. "Yah" Matthew said a little too excited.
Gilbert started making the pancake batter and soon had a plate full of hot pancakes. He set two on a plate and grabbed the syrup. He handed Matthew a fork, the syrup bottle and the two pancakes on the plate. After Matthew took them he himself Sat down and ate.
Matthew took one bite and decided this was the best pancake he had ever tasted.
"Do they taste ok? Usually Ludwig makes dinner..." Gilbert admitted.
"They taste fine" Matthew said finishing all of his. "Anyway.. I should get home.. could I borrow your phone..? Mine is dead.."
"Uh. Ja. Just let me go grab it.." Gilbert walked out and went to wear his jacket was hanging up. He pulled the phone out of the pocket and walked back into the other room. He saw Matthew asleep on the couch.
"Heh..." He grabbed a blanket and spread it over Matthew.
Gilbert walked into his own bedroom and plopped down on his bed. He immediately fell asleep.
