Hey Hetalia lovers! I was ina bad mood yesterday and got inspired to write this story. This is a PruCan, there may be smut in later chapters but for now it's going to stay T...

Summary: After moving to a new town, Gil struggles to be accepted. Then he meets the boy just as alone as he is. Fail summary is fail story's better

Chapter One: With Red Eyes

He stared at the blood as it rolled down his pale wrist and dripped to the white tile floor. The pain had brought a slight smile, even as tears streamed down his face. The release felt so good, as if opening his wrists had opened some hidden door to all the stress that had built up inside of him. In the teen's mind, his razors were all that comforted him; they convinced him that, indeed, he was real and, no, it wasn't a nightmare.

He picked himself up off the floor of his new bathroom and began to rinse off his most recent set of cuts. After disinfecting them, he wrapped them in clean, white bandages and pulled his black flannel sleeves over them. His eyes lifted to the mirror, filling with self-loathing as he saw his reflection. Why can't I be normal? Why do I have to be a freak? Red eyes glared back at him, overflowing with tears once more.

Then he heard a banging on his door. "Bruder! Vater wants you to come down for dinner! You haven't eaten all day!"

The sound of the boy's younger brother was enough to snap him out of his state enough to wash his face, trying to clear it of any signs of his tears. Quickly, he cleaned up the blood with a towel and threw it in the hamper. I'll have to do laundry when no one's home, he thought.

Running a hand through his platinum blond hair, the boy walked out of his room, putting on an arrogant air to mask his depression. "Ja, ja. I'm coming. The awesome me was too busy all day for trivial things like eating." His voice had a slight German accent, and was filled with arrogance, as if he was too good for food.

His brother looked him over, noting how his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been crying. He's sighed, then asked smartly, "Oh yeah, doing what, exactly? Gilbert, I don't expect you to prance around and sing songs of joy, but at least be thankful for the change. I think it will help."

The change Gilbert's brother was talking about was them moving, of course. In the last town they lived in there were too many enemies for Gilbert to live there. Because of his stark white hair and blood red eyes, and the townspeople being superstitious fools, Gilbert was pegged as a demon-spawn. The villagers harassed him everywhere he went, and school was hell. The German was excluded from everything, and was a regular target for jocks to use to show off their muscles. Even if Gil could hold his own against the jocks sloppy beatings, the constant harassments took a toll on his self-esteem. He started to believe he was devil-spawn, that he didn't belong on earth, that he was wrong.

That was when he tried to commit suicide to get away. His brother, Ludwig, found him though, before he had a chance to jump, and stopped Gilbert from going through with it. Their Vater was furious, and after a long psychiatric session with Gilbert, decided it was time to leave the town he had grown up in and move somewhere that Gilbert could be accepted.

This place isn't much better, Gil thought as he followed Ludwig downstairs. Still I hear whispers as I walk by; people avoid me at all costs, trying not to talk with the freak with red eyes.

Not paying any attention to where he was walking, Gil almost ran into a priceless vase his Mutter had gotten from Germany. He would have, if Ludwig had not grabbed his wrist and pulled him so that he stumbled sideways. Gilbert winced and let out a gasp of pain as Ludwig's tight grip crushed his fresh cuts, probably opening up a few of the scabs.

"Watch where you are going! You know what Vater would be like if you broke one of Mutter's vases." Ludwig barked orders at Gilbert as if he was the oldest, not the other way around.

Gilbert flinched again as Ludwig's grip involuntarily tightened as he spoke. He almost whimpered the words as he said, "Alright! Just let go of my wrist already!" Ludwig did so, and then stalked into the dining room. Gilbert rubbed his wrist, then, making sure his bandages were covered, walked into the dining room for what was going to be a wonderfully awkward dinner.

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As soon as he had cleared his plate of food, Gilbert rushed back up to his room, locking the door behind him. Sighing, he practically fell onto his bed. He reached for his phone and, seeing he had a message, flipped it open. It was from one of the two friends he had managed to make in the past month of living here. Francis was always the planner, and Gil saw he wanted to go see a movie after school the next day.

Replying with a quick 'sure, just not a chick flick… again :P' Gilbert threw his phone across the room and kicked his shoes off. He rolled over and grabbed his Skullcandy headphones off of the bedside table and put on a playlist of mostly metal bands. Gil closed his eyes, not realizing how tired he was. Soon he drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

Dreams were what Gilbert dreaded most. Each night he hoped for a dreamless sleep, but it was rare that ever happened. Tonight was no exception:

The moon rose over a dark town. There was not a soul in the streets, everyone had either hid or ran. Gilbert slowly crept into town, wondering what had scared them so badly. There was no sign of an attack, no sign of anything happening within the town.

He had reached the center of town, marked by an elaborate fountain of crying angels, when he heard it. There was a low, rumbling laugh emanating from the fountain. Looking closer, Gilbert saw that every angel's eyes were closed. He stepped forward to get a better look, and the eyes snapped open to reveal blood red irises.

Slowly, the angels unfurled their wings, and flew into the air, surrounding Gilbert. In an eerie unison the whispered, "Join us, Gilbert. You belong here, with us. There is no place for you but here." Their voices pounded inside of his head, as if they were a part of him.

Clutching his skull, Gilbert fell to his knees. He tried to push the foreign voices out of his mind, but they were too strong. They overpowered him, ripping his sanity away. Gilbert gave one short cry, and fell the cobblestone street, unconscious.

Gilbert sat up in his bed, gasping, trying to control his emotions. Tears stung his eyes, but he forced them back. He was drenched in sweat, his white hair sticking to his chalky face. Glancing at the clock beside him, he flopped back onto his pillows. Four in the morning. Really? Why can't I get a full night of sleep, just once?

With a groan, Gilbert sat up, throwing his blankets off of him. Might as well get up, there's no way I'll be able to sleep now. He shuffled to his bathroom, turning on the hot water for a shower. Stepping in, Gil sighed in relief as the hot water warmed his body.

When he was finished with his hygiene, he walked back to his room, throwing on a pair of purple skinny jeans and another black flannel, making sure it was long-sleeved. While he was lacing up his black converse, he heard his phone go off. "Why the hell are you up already, Francis?" Gil groaned as he went to retrieve his phone from where it had landed the night before.

Flipping it open, Gil read 'If you don't like my choices then pick the movie yourself! Oh, and I'll be picking you up for school in my new car ;)' A look of horror crossed Gilbert's face as he realized Francis can legally drive me and Tonio now .Oh, shit. We are all going to die. Sending his thoughts to his friend, Gilbert braced himself for an interesting day at school.

This is the first fanfic I've had the courage to post, and I'm not sure if I'll continue it sooo...Review and let me know! :)