The World Outside of Hetalia
Pairing(s): AmericaxCanada (hints at AmericaxEngland), SpainxRomano, GermanyxItaly, AustriaxHungary (hints at GilbertxHungary), RussiaxLithuania, and more
A/N: BAW. I HAVE TO SAY I LOVE KATNINJA. GO LOVE ON HER GUYS FOR THE WONDERFUL IDEA AND LETTING ME DO A SEQUEL OF THE WONDERFUL IDEA. Go, because I command it!
Haa—Anyway, EVEN IF THIS IS THE FIRST THING I POST, I swear it isn't my first fanfiction, so don't go about thinking I suck D: I'll try my best to "not suck" though, 'coz I'm pretty sure three years does things to your writing ability ahahaha.
By the way, this is in Canada's POV, because I'm trying to keep it in the same concept it was found (in the prequel :D), but I switch off into 3rd person towards the end because I have some foreshadowing I need to put out.
Anyway, Enjoy!
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A month has passed, and everything in Hetalia was never so calm. With Amal in jail, and Arthur no longer taking his weekly visits, Alfred and I were able to enjoy a normal life where we could just normally get used to being newly move-ins. Already, tons of people have visited in the past week apologizing for the rough time we had just having gotten settled in.
Alfred was getting his stitches out today.
I sat outside the door, tapping my fingers on my knees as I waited silently for my juggernaut of a brother to come wandering outside without bandages around his chest (I secretly curse those bandages for getting in my way when I want to hug him). The hospital wasn't that unwelcome, but it was a little uneasy watching a few random people without limbs come in and out. I swear every one of them got some kind of one hour physical therapy, and I've seen every one of them come in and walk out. Does it really take this long to take stitches?
Of course, I figured it wouldn't be too long before someone familiar wandered past. Then sure enough, there went Toris, trembling about, looking as if he were more lost than I was.
"Hey Toris?" I asked as he took a few steps ahead of where I sat. He was too distracted to notice me, and I figured that was probably normal. Ivan was probably getting his stitches out too, after all.
He jumped and turned around, immediately beginning a string of apologies for not noticing me. He sat next to me after bowing for the fifth time and held his knees tightly. "…So, waiting for Alfred?" He asked after a bit of a moment of silence. I nodded wordlessly and just watched him. There wasn't an answer after that, not that I expected one.
I figured I should just probably get nosy. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah." That was a lie. The most oblivious idiot in the world could have probably seen that. But, knowing Toris and what happens around him, I decided not to pry. I went back to my pattern of tapping my fingers on my knees then biting my lip every now and then with a slightly annoyed, slightly anxious frown. After a while of this, it was soon getting quite obvious that Toris was trying to get something out to me, though.
"How's Ivan?" I asked, impatient with the dreadful silence.
He looked at me with glittering green eyes before staring at his knees with a gentle, weak smile. "He overdosed yesterday and… fell down a doc." He got each word out extremely slowly, and he flinched every now and then to look around with a worried look. I didn't blame him, as pitiful as Ivan's drinking problem is, I couldn't help but sympathize for Toris's worry.
"He'll be okay." I said kindly, putting an arm on his shoulder. It was the only thing I could have thought of, but it was true. Ivan's scary looks didn't come without its strength. He has a lot more in him than just a drunk player, and I'm pretty sure Toris knows that too.
But that doesn't stop him from worrying like a proper wife. I had to smile to this. It was so cute, so perfect. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to married to my brother.
…then again, I'd not like to wonder. Living with him is already hectic as it is.
Toris gave me a smile, not a fake one this time. And this one was filled with newfound confidence. I suddenly felt lightheaded in happiness, "Thanks Matthew." He said, hugging me. He stood up and bowed one last time before scuttering down the hall, probably in the direction of Ivan's room. I watched proudly, hoping that their relationship won't be as rocky as it was when I first met them.
They did get married for a reason right?
As Toris disappeared behind a corner, the door beside my chair finally opened, and out came Alfred with a pale face. It made me wonder what they were actually doing in there.
"I hate hospitals now." He said directly before taking my hand and ushering me down the halls and out the doors.
I didn't ask questions, and I didn't want to. As soon as we were out, he gave me a smile that made my world forget that I waited god-knows-how-long, and I leaned against him, holding his hand back. We walked all the way home like this, not needing to say a word to express a thing. We only felt it.
Toris and Ivan can have their wonderful and cute marriage, I had Alfred, and that's all I could ever want.
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Night came by fast. Alfred had decided to take me out to eat after we got things organized at home, and Uncle Francis told us to be safe and claimed he had other things to do as well and left. Alfred gave me a funny look at told me that uncle was probably trying to get some. I smacked him, hard.
I couldn't help but wonder how Toris and Ivan were doing as me and Alfred conversed about something with the hay stacks outside the barn near the library. I don't even remember how it evolved into that. I'm pretty sure we were talking about Lovino and Antonio before that.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Roderich and Elizaveta conversing happily on a separate table over wine and cheese. I smiled to myself; things were just heading upwards in every way.
"Alfred?" I said suddenly, breaking him midsentence about horses and hay. His attention turned to me, and I smiled weakly, "Well, um, I just kind of…" I paused. It's been about a month delayed now, not that everything between me and Alfred has ever been on time, "…well, I wanna say thank you for saving me from Amal, and I'm sorry about what happened."
He gave me the blankest look then laughed, kissing me on the forehead, "Do you think I'd let the most important person in the world to me die?" He said, dead whisper. I blushed and leaned up to kiss his lips. As I did, though, I felt the strangest feeling of guilt.
Arthur had kissed these lips too, multiple times.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I backed away from his mouth with a shy smile. He must have taken it as me being hard-to-get, because he gave me one of those I'll-get-you-later smiles. I gave him an empty smile back, and as soon as he turned away, I frowned at my toes. I don't know what feeling overwhelmed me more, the fact that Arthur had been chosen over me for such a long time, or the fact that Arthur might be somewhere, weeping like I was, without Alfred.
I couldn't ignore the feeling, even as we had a three hour make-out session after the dinner.
I knew nothing about Arthur's whereabouts, so why did I even worry?
I turned to my side of the bed silently as Alfred began snoring, and cried myself to sleep.
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(3rd person)
"Hey, look at that guy! He's that pirate captain ain't he?" Arthur avoided the random, unknown objects being thrown at him and sighed. These fugitives were insane.
"But he's got a nice body, phew!!" As soon as he saw the man copy the shape of his ass curve and whistled, he stammered and ran ahead, ignoring the collected laughs behind him.
He could no longer ignore things like this. Alfred no longer owned him. He no longer had a place to run to.
Falling against a wall where the fugitives couldn't see him, he let out a loud sigh and cried softly. Why was he doing this? Why was he even thinking of doing this?
"You don't look happy." The deep, smooth voice passed by Arthur's ears easily. The pirate looked up with sad, gleaming green eyes. The voice continued, "Do I know who?"
Arthur didn't answer that. "I'm bailing you out, just be glad about that." He growled, "And by the way, you're paying for that lost ship."
The other man snickered and caressed a hand over Arthur's soft face. The captain slapped it away immediately and growled, kicking the other man in the leg. This received a pained moan in return. "Don't misjudge me. I'm a captain of a pirate ship. Pirates don't always play fair. And you're going to pay back for that bloody ship one way or another."
"…does this assure that I get what I want too?" The man asked. Arthur bit his lip and glared.
Once again, the questions relayed in his head. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
This was the bad thing to do. This wasn't right.
But he was a pirate. Pirates aren't supposed to be goody two shoes.
He told himself this was he unlocked the door to the chamber.
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A/N: Augh! I hope I didn't totally ruin the plot D: Yes, Matty's feeling insecure, and there's a bunch of reasons why. I WILL REVEAL SO LATER. Mayb—just kidding, I will.
Thanks again to KatNinja! D: And please, if you don't like it, please tell me to remove it. I bet you not to sugar coat the fact that I probably ruined your beautiful story! –bows- please forgive me if I did!
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Finally: I'm known for multiple mistakes in grammar and stuff, and I don't have a beta atm. I'll try my best to beta my own stuff though, lol. To at least make it READABLE enough.