A/N I don't own anything… But no one on this site does. Duh.
I like so many pairings of Hetalia! AmericaxEngland, EnglandxFrance, RussiaxLatvia, ChinaxRussia, IT DOESN'T MATTER AS LONG AS THERE IS LOVE 8D
I don't really know how to write… I just tried something. So don't flame please! Please review, constructive criticism and tips are welcome. It doesn't matter if it's a short review, reviews makes me happy!
Oh, by the way, English is my second language, so please correct me if I made grammar mistakes! I'm still learning.
OKAY, PrussiaxCanada fanfiction, START!
Written from Canada's POV
When I'm checking my mail, I see I have an e-mail from Roderich. Roderich? He doesn't mail me very often. Never, actually. I mean, we know each other but we're not friends. Just acquaintances. I click to open the mail. A party? Roderich is having a party this Saturday! That's… tomorrow! Why did he invite me? I'm a nobody! I didn't even thought Roderich was the party-like type. Maybe it will be a classical party? The party is not even for a reason, but just for fun.
I sigh and lean back. I don't like parties. I don't like places with many people. How many people did he invite anyway? Let's see… Ludwig, Ivan, Feliciano, Kiku, Feliks, Gilbert, Elizaveta, Antonio... I don't even know everyone.
I don't really feel like going at all. I don't like places with many people. I'm invisible; I know that, but still. I don't even know why people can't see me. I'm a big country, right? And I stand out with my mapleleaf-flag. Hmm, maybe it's not me as a country, but as a person. Maybe I'm just too silent. Too shy. Well, no one can be louder than Alfred anyway. When Alfred is with me, I can't talk. He interrupts me, blames me, and belittles me. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but I'd like to talk too sometimes. Even without Alfred, I just can't talk much. My voice is too silent. Alfred's isn't.
Speaking of the devil, Alfred is behind me, looking at the invitation.
''Hey'' he says ''I got that invitation too! I didn't even knew Roderich was the type who would party, but I can't wait to go! You're going too right?''
He looks at me with a very hyper-hopeful face.
''Err, I don't really know Alfred, I don't think-''
''We can totally go together dude! It will be so much fun!'' Of course. Interrup, ignore and do your own thing like you always do. Way to go Alfred.
''And then, we'll party hard, get waisted and everything. Artie will get drunk anyway, and we dance and have fun and..'' I just let him ramble like always. I don't see what's the fun is in getting drunk. I also don't see what Alfred sees in getting Arthur drunk.
Alfred and Arthur are together for 2 years now, but they still behave like a bunch of morons, who are having their first date. It's cute how they love each other and everything, but unfortunately they're not hiding it, not even a little bit. They easily make out next to me when we're watching a movie. It happens all the time. Then I go upstairs, to my room, after a while they go to Alfred's room, and well, you can guess what happens next. I asked them a lot of times if they can go to Arthur's place, but I'm being ignored. Like I'm invisible.
I look at the computer screen again. Should I go? Or not? Go? Or not? … oh what the heck. I'll just go. If it's crap, I can go home anyway. Maybe it will be fun.
Yeah, keep telling that yourself Matthew, like you always do.
''Matt, is something wrong?'' Alfred asks.
''Eh? N-no, why do you ask?''
''You've been staring at the screen for a few minutes now. Have you even heard what I said?'' I look down.
''No, not really… Sorry Alfred.'' Alfred pats me on my shoulder.
''Oh, no big deal, I wasn't saying very important stuff. So, you wanna go or not?''
Why does Alfred even ask me if I want to go or not? He won't pay any attention to me, only to Arthur. Arthur will talk to me for a few seconds, but Alfred will interrup.
''Yeah, I'll go.'' Matthew, what are you doing to yourself? But Alfred seems very happy about it.
''Cool! I will drive us to the party, okay?'' That doesn't seem like a very good plan! ''Alfred, you can't drink and drive-''
''We will pick up Arthur on the way, and then, PARTY!'' He yelled enthousiantically. Ouch, my ears! ''I'll call Artie immediately!'' And Alfred runs to the phone to call his boyfriend.
Whatever. Right, now that's done, I'm going to my room. Alfred is talking on the phone like a hyper high school girl in love, ''I will pick you up and drive us to Roderich's place and…''
I shut the computer down, and go upstairs. I can still hear Alfred talking on the phone, ''I will be the hero!'' I chuckle. I think Alfred illusion to be a hero is funny. He will shout at any random time, at any random place: 'I'm the hero!' whenever he feels like it.
I get inside, and close my bedroom door. When I turn around, I can see the walls of my room, filled with paintings. Well, walls… There is no wall to see anymore. Paintings everywhere. I love to paint. I paint with many many colors. I like the colorful paintings, they make me feel happier. Wow, that must have sound so girly! But I can't help it. When I've had enough of Alfred, or Arthur, I paint. Or go outside, that also helps.
I hear a small voice mumbling from the ground.
''Hey! I'm here! Are you blind?'' It's Kumajirou, my polar bear. I smile and pick him up.
''Were you bored, Kuma?''
''Nah, just hungry!'' With one hand I open a drawer, and take out some treats.
''Here, you can eat this'' I put Kumamata down and give him the treats.
''Thank you, whoever you are!'' The small bear says.
''I'm Canada! Your owner!''
''Whatever!''
Sigh.
Most of the time, I'm in my room or outside. I go to the parc, grass field, lake, woods, it doesn't matter as long as it is nature. And as long as I don't have to see those two make out. Seriously, can't they just do that somewhere else? I have to flee out of my own house sometimes! But I can't complain. I have a lovely brother, his boyfriend is really nice, and we live in a beautiful house. You'd say it's perfect right? Then why do I feel so lonely all the time?
Come on now Matthew, don't be so sad. You might depress yourself if you go on like this. Time to paint.
I get some old clothes, change, and get a white canvas. Let's do this.
It goes really bad. The painting is horrible. I used blue, yellow and red, but somehow it's a sad painting. The face I tried to draw also failed. Oh well, sometimes a painting fails. Too bad. Better luck next time.
I feel something tugging on my pants. When I look down, I see Kumakichi is trying to get my attention.
''It's nice.'' He says.
I smile, ''Thanks Kuma''
I look at the clock, and see it's already 18:12. I better start making dinner now, I'm kinda hungry. Alfred probably too. I go downstairs, and see Arthur and Alfred in the living room. They're watching TV while they cuddle.
''Hey Arthur,'' I say. Arthur looks up to me and smiles. Alfred's eyes are still glued on the TV.
''Good evening'' He smiles gently at me, ''how are you?'' Arthur is a nice guy. He pays more attention to me than my own brother sometimes.
''I'm good, thanks. And you? Is your computer already working?'' Arthur bought a new computer two days ago, but he said it didn't work well.
''I'm doing very good, and so is my computer. I think I finally figured out how it works now.''
''Oh, that's good news! Er, I was just about to make dinner, do you-''
Alfred interrups, ''Hey, wanna eat with us Artie?'' I was just about to ask him that! Alfred, sometimes you really annoy me. Arthur answers
''Oh, okay, If I'm not a bother.''
That depends on if you're going to make out while I'm next to you. Before I can answer, Alfred is already talking.
''No no no, you're never a bother to us! We like it when you're here! Right Matt?'' Well duh, of course you like it when he's here. You guys are a couple.
''Yeah…'' I answer. I don't have to say more because Alfred is rambling again. That's my cue now to go to the kitchen and make some dinner.
That evening, after we had dinner, Arthur and Alfred were gone for a walk. So I have the house for myself for a little while. I'm gonna watch some TV, now that Alfred's not here. Normally, when I'm watching TV, Alfred is talking all the time so I can't hear it, or changes the channel while I'm watching something.
What to watch? Documentaries, a thriller movie, a romantic comedy… Oh, there are still some kids' cartoons! Those are fun! I'm silent while I'm watching Spongebob. I've always loved childish cartoons. Danny Phantom is my favorite. I hate thrillers, I always get freakin' scared! Alfred also gets scared, but he seems to like it. And I don't need a romantic comedy, when I have to see Alfred and Arthur being lovey-dovey all the time. No, Nickelodeon is perfect.
Spongebob is over, and Nickelodeon makes place for Comedy Central. Nothing interesting to see anymore. Oh, Arthur and Alfred are back. Time for me to go to my room. I'll paint some more, and get some sleep.
Urghh… Something woke me up. I'm dead tired, but it's noisy.
''… Alfred a-aahhh…''
''…Hnng-ah! Arthur..''
Oh no not again! Please, not again! Why here? Why? Why not at Arthur's house?! This is so embarrassing… I sigh. What time is it? I turn to my side to look at the digital clock. Oh my goodness, it's 3:34! For Maple's sake, this is horrible. Once again, it's going to be a long night.
I wake up, and open my eyes. The light is going through the curtains, lighting up my whole room. Looking to my side, I see my paintings. They look so much nicer in the sun. It's only 8:44, so I turn around to close my eyes again, and maybe sleep a little bit more. Those two will probably be silent for a long time now, so I can sleep peacefully now. And slowly, I fall asleep…
''… Hew… thew..''
What's this? I'm sleepy…
''... Matthew…'' Someone is shaking my shoulders.
''MATTHEW WAKE UP!'' I freak out, open my eyes and sit right up.
''What?! What?!'' My sleepy eyes are getting less blurry and reveal Alfred. Sigh… ''Alfred, what's going-''
''It's 11, get up already Mattie!'' More shoulder-shaking.
''Alfred don't shake me please!'' But he doesn't listen. Alfred says
''Get up, we'll be waiting for you downstairs!'' and runs out of my room, downstairs to wait like he said. What is going on? Let's get up first…
I'm throwing my feet off the bed. 11:03, Alfred was right. 'We will be waiting for you downstairs' he said. We? Oh, Arthur is still here of course. Okay, next, shower. I stand up, and drag myself to the bathroom. I think I know how a zombie must be feeling. My body is way to heavy to drag to the bathroom. After a nice hot shower, I walk to my closet. I'm gonna wear my Maple-hoodie and jeans today.
When I'm downstairs, I see Arthur on the couch.
''Hey Arthur'' Arthur is lying on the couch.
''Good morning Matthew'' he sits right up, so I can sit too. I sit down and ask ''Where did my brother go?''
''Oh, he said he'd go to the store to buy drinks. He thought you were out of drinks.'' Yes, out of soda, because Alfred drinks soda like Ivan drinks vodka. Arthur asks ''are you going to Roderich's party tonight?'' Oh, right, the party! I almost forgot about it.
''Ah, uh, yes, Alfred didn't tell you I was going too?'' Arthur laughs a little.
''Yes, he did tell me, but I wanted to hear it from you, because Alfred can be really... You know…'' I smile.
''Yeah, I know. But this time, I decided to go for myself.''
''Ah, how nice. Oh look, Alfred is back.'' I look out of the window, and see Alfred with 4 bottles of soda. Alfred is shocked.
''Bloody hell, that's… A LOT of soda! How much does he think he can drink
?!'' Arthur is dating Alfred for 2 years, and he's still surprised by how much he drinks?
I'm eating some breakfast, chat a bit with Arthur and Alfred (or, get ignored and hear them talking) and with painting, eating and being outside, my day goes fast. I'm just back from my walk, and take my jacket en shoes off. It's getting warmer outside. Summer is coming.
''So,'' Alfred says to me ''you ready to go?''
I look at Alfred with a confused face.
''The party? Remember?''
''Oh right. Yes, just give me 5 minutes.'' Why do I keep forgetting the party? I run to my room to change clothes. My pants are dirty because I sat on the sand in the woods. I'm done, and run downstairs.
I say ''I'm here! Let's go.'' But they are already in the car. Are they going to forget me now? It keeps going worse and worse…
I put on my shoes really fast, grab my jacket, run to the car and get in.
''Okay, we're all here'' Alfred says, like we're with 20 people.
''Let's go!'' And Alfred drives us to Roderich's place. Alfred and Arthur are talking to each other the whole way, and I'm sitting in the back.
Finally, we arrive. We all get out, and Arthur and Alfred immediately walk to the door, without thinking of me. I'll just walk after them. We get in, and I regret it immediately. The music is really loud, everyone is dancing, drinking or talking with each other. Really cozy, but not the kind of cozy I like. The couple is already gone, so I'm standing here alone. I'm really uncomfortable, and glad nobody can see that. I'm walking through the house a bit, and try to talk to a few people, but no one sees me. No one hears me. I'm invisible. I didn't really think this through. I can't go home because Alfred and Arthur also need the car, and I have no money for public transport. Ahw Maple! Now what?
From the corner of my eye, I see something white. A white spot is passing by on my right, but when I turn around, it's gone. Did Roderich had any pets? A big white fluffy dog or something? Am I imagining white spots now?
I. Am. So. Bored. I'm walking a bit through the house, it's huge. There are some pictures on the wall in the hall, out of boredom I'm going to look at them. There are 4 pictures. One of Elizaveta, with mountains on the background. She stands next to a tree with nice blue flowers. She's smiling, and not a fake picture smile, but a real smile. She looks so pretty. The picture next to it shows a little girl, with reddish hair and a huge curl on the right side of her head. She's wearing a green dress, with white apron and she smiles really cute. She looks like… Feliciano? Huh, weird. Next picture is of a blonde guy-
From the corner of my eye I see something walking. Hey, it's that white spot again! But when I look it's gone. For the second time! I saw it a little bit better this time. I think White Spot is a person. But I can't remember a pale paper white person…
I can hear something is going on in the living room, or rather, not going on. It's really quite.
I walk to the living room, and see everyone standing around a table. Roderich is standing on that table, and tries to get everyones attention. Oh, that's why they were so silent. Roderich speaks up;
''Are we having a pleasant time?'' everybody yells and laughs. ''Right, that's what I thought! I'd like to welcome you all…''
Not very interesting. It doesn't matter how hardcore the party is, Roderich is always paying attention to his manners. His big ego manners that is. Everyone is in a circle around the table he stands on, and I'm looking at everyone. Everyone is standing still, so I can take a good look. I don't know very many people. I sigh.
My eyes are wandering over evey head, evey face… Wait a minute.
I turn my eyes to one person. It's a guy with white hair, white eyebrows and a really pale skin. Almost like… White Spot? Can that be White Spot? I think it is! That explains.
I don't know why, but I can't take my eyes off him. Everyone here is tanned, or black, or white, or a bit pale, but his skin is really really really white. It's weird, but nice at the same time.
White Spot is looking at Roderich, smiling and laughing with everyone else. He must be having fun.
My eyes are still glued on him, when he looks directly at me. White Spot and I are having quick eye contact, before I look away. Idiot! I can't stare at people, that's rude! I think I'm blushing, my face feels a bit hot. I don't know if it's because of the darkness, or the discolights, but his eyes looked red. Red eyes, pale skin, white hair… is that guy an albino?
Wait a sec… If he made eye contact with me then… He saw me? Can he see me? I'm not invisible to White Spot? Just to be sure, I look up, and see that he is still (or again) looking at me. I feel like I must look at him, like I can't turn my eyes off him. We stare at each other for a few seconds, and then White Spot smiles at me. I can feel my face heat up again.
I turn around and head for the kitchen. Seriously, can't I keep my eyes to myself? He must be angry that I've been staring at him. But he was staring at me too, he even smiled. What does that mean?
Can't I just go home already?
Alfred and Arthur are still having fun, so it seems we'll be going home late. Maybe we're staying over. I don't hope we are…
The kitchen is huge, just like the rest of Roderichs house. And everyone is in the other room listening to his talking so no one is in the kitchen, except for me. Somehow being alone feels good.
''Hey'' someone suddenly says. Maple, that scared me! Is that person talking to me? I turn around, to see White Spot standing in the doorway. In the bright kitchen light he looks even more pale. He's dressed in baggy grey trousers, black army shoes, a black T-shirt, a red and black checkered scarf and he's holding a drink. He smiles really cute. He looks nice. Good. Very good. Beautiful.
''Uhh h-h-hi''
Don't stutter! Please, I have to act normal! Or at least not show him I'm nervous. Why am I nervous anyway?
''Are you enjoying the party?'' he asks. He leans at the doorway, still smiling.
''H-h-huh? O-oh, uh, y-y-yes!'' I blush like mad, and I'm trembling a little. White Spot seems relaxed, as he sips some of his drink. He looks at me seriously.
''Hmm? You don't seem like you're having fun. Come on, there's beer, people, music, it's awesome!''
He comes a bit closer, trying to convince me. I can't move, I'm only trembling more and more.
''I-I-I just d-don't like p-parties…''
He raises his eyebrows, ''Don't like parties? Why not? Too many people?''
I nod. He stands next to me, leaning on the sink.
''Well then,'' He smirks ''want to sneak out?''
I look up, ''H-huh? What do you-''
Before I can finish my sentence, he puts down his cup, grabs my wrist and takes me out of the kitchen.
''I know a nice place! Follow me!'' Like I have a choice, you just grab me and drag me out of the room! He runs to the back of the house.
''Wh-where are you taking me to?'' I ask.
He looks back to me, ''we're going through the back door, that's faster!''
Faster? Faster to what?
When we arrive at the back door, he lets go of me. White Spot opens the door for me, and I walk through it. He follows me and closes the door, turns around and looks me in my eyes.
He smiles quickly, before he starts walking again.
''Follow me.''
He walks through the garden, and I follow him. It's dark, so the gardenlights are on. The stars are shining bright, with no clouds covering them. A perfect temperature, not too hot, and not too cold. A beautiful night.
And I'm following a total stranger, through the garden of an acquaintance.
''Wh-what's your name?'' I ask White Spot. But he doesn't answer. I'm talking not loud enough.
Before I can ask again, he suddenly stops walking so I bump up against him.
''Oh! S-s-sorry! My f-fault, I wasn't paying attention!''
He turns around and smiles at me. That smile looks good on him.
''No prob!'' he says. ''We're almost there, just a bit patience!''
''Okay..''
He opens the gate of Roderichs garden, and lets me walk first. I'm standing on a sidewalk, White Spot stands next to me. Cars are driving on the road, making noise everytime one passes by.
''We only have to cross this road,'' White Spot says. We cross the road, and then… A beautiful sight.
Apperantly, we're on a huge bridge. I can see the city, it's so tiny from here! All the light of the houses, cars and billboards are shining bright, in so many colors! I feel like painting.
''Wow…''
I'm fascinated by the view, until a weird sound interrupts my thoughts.
''Kesesese!''
I look to my left, where White Spot is leaning on the edge. Was that a laugh?
''Are you enjoying the view?'' He asks.
''Uh, yes!'' I look back to the city. ''It's beautiful.''
White Spot smiles. ''Good!''
''Why did you bring me here? Y-you don't even know me!''
White Spot turns his head and looks at me, ''Well, you said you didn't like parties right?''
I nod.
''And you were bored right?''
I nod again.
''And you enjoy this more than being in Roderichs house right?''
I nod again, how does he knows this? I look back at the view.
It's silent for a while. I can only hear the cars and some noises from the city.
''… How do you know all this?'' I ask.
White Spot looks confused.
''What do you mean?''
I blush, and try to hide my face behind my hair a little bit.
''Well… Most of the time I'm invisible to people, and they never know how I feel. I never get the chance to tell them anyway. But you…'' I look up at him. My voice is raising a little bit, ''Somehow you see me, you know what I'm thinking, while you're a total stranger!''
He is silent and looks away. Did I say anything wrong? Maybe I shouldn't be so enthusiastic about this. Now I screwed up, he probably doesn't want to talk to me anymore. Great.
''…Gilbert.''
''… Huh?''
''My name is Gilbert.''
White Spots name is Gilbert. Gilbert… That's a nice name. It suits him. Better then White Spot.
''… Oh…''
Stupid, stupid, stupid me! Now it looks like I forced him or something!
''N-nice to meet you…''
Silence.
''What your name?''
I blush. ''Oh right! I'm M-ma-matthew!'' I clear my throat. ''Matthew''
''Well,'' Gilbert says, ''Matthew, do you have anything to do tomorrow?''
''Huh? Oh, uh, n-not really, I-I-I think, why?''
''Wanna go on a date with me?''
Whaaaaat?! A date?! Gilbert asks me on a date?! My thoughts are going crazy. We're both guys! That's… Weird!
…
Right?
… That should be weird… Why is he asking me this?
''Wow, Matty, relax!'' Gilbert put his hands on my shoulders, ''your face is a bright tomato red! Are you alright?''
''Ye-yes, I'm fine! Thank you!'' He doesn't let go of my shoulders.
''… So? What's your answer?''
And again, my face is heating up. What should I say? I can't go on a date with him, right? I'm not… not… gay… Right?
Despite my thoughts being one big mess, I bring out an ''I-I don't know…How can we d-date? We're both… both… !''
Gilbert looks disappointed, his eyes are lowering. He lets go of my shoulders are stands right up again.
''Oh, you're not interested in guys. Right, I should've known. Sorry for bringing you here.'' He turns his back on me and almost starts to walk, ''I'm gonna go back to the party…''.
''No, wait!'' I quickly grab his wrist, preventing him from walking away. Gilbert turns around, ''What?''
''Please don't leave…''
I let go of his wrist. ''Oh, sorry. Er…''
Come on, I got to say this right. Brain, cooperate with me this time!
''I-I-It's not that I'm not interested In g-guys… I just…'' I have to find the right words. I take a deep breath, and tell him my thoughts. ''I never actually dated before, so I was a bit surprised and freaked out a little bit.''
It's all true what I said. I never dated before. Sure, I talked to a few girls, and one time I asked a girl out but… She didn't hear me. They never heard me. Or they friendzoned me. I don't know what's worse. And, I do think that some guys look hot, but does that make me gay? I also think some girls look hot. Does that make me bisexual?
… Does it matter? I like Gilbert, so why not date him? If he wants to, and I also want to… Why not?
''B-but'' I whisper ''I'd like to go on a d-d-date with you…'' I look to Gilberts face, which shows a big smile. ''You scared me for a moment, Matty! Kesesese!''
He hugs me, and squeezes me a little bit too hard. ''G-G-Gilbert…'' He immediately releases me. ''Oh, sorry!'' We both laugh softly.
Gilbert is a really nice guy. He can see me and hear me, and he looks cute. I don't feel like I have to prove myself to him. I feel comfortable. He wouldn't forget about me, unlike other people…
Yes, this could be a really nice date.
A/N So, that's it! Err... I don't have chapter 2 planned or something… So, if you want me to continue, please tell me. Review or PM me please. I don't want the feeling like I'm writing for no one :P
EDIT: Chapter 2 in in the making :D I also fixed some grammar mistakes, but not everything. Please tell me if you see any grammar mistakes!