AN- This is a collection of one-shots in which i pressed random on my Ipod and wrote using the song as an idea.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia, or any songs mentioned.

Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

CANADA POV

I stood there watching as he strummed the guitar absent mindedly. Occasionally he'd pick up his pen to write something on the notebook lying on the bed in front of him. I saw him look up to peer out his window, and hid just in time for his red-eyed gaze passed over my window.

I glanced back at him to see if he'd gone back to what he was doing. When I saw that he had I sighed and pushed myself off of the wall. Glancing over again I saw that he was getting up; a moment later his younger brother entered the room. Though his window was shut I could still hear his booming voice that drifted through my open window. This evening was obviously going to be no different than the nights before it.

Well before I get to deep into everything I probably need to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Matthew Williams I'm 17 years old and the quietest and most invisible person that you probably wont meet and instead just look right through me. Well, unless hockeys involved, then I suggest not rooting for the opposing team. I have a pygmy polar bear that I swear can talk. Actually he's a normal polar bear; just he hasn't grown at all since I got him as a kid.

And who's this mysterious red-eyed neighbor? Well that's Gilbert, I'm not entirely sure how to say his last name much less spell it, so we'll leave it there. We've been neighbors since we were eight and had to move here with my cousins because my parents had died in a car crash. We'd become friends shortly after that, and about 3 years after that I realized I was in love with him. And for some reason he began to avoid me shortly after I made the discovery, so my confession has never made it past my thoughts and the occasional journal entry (It's not a diary, damn it). Taking one last look at the albino in the room next door I sighed. He probably didn't even remember me any longer, heck my aunt and cousin Alfred often forgot who I was.

I turned on my stereo to drown out my thoughts as they got more depressing with each new second. Not bothering to shut my window or curtains I began to strip from the clothes I'd worn to hockey practice earlier. I had just stripped off my top when my favorite song came on causing me to dance around shirtless and singing along at the top of my lungs. Really, it's more fun than you'd think; even with the very cold Canada air blowing in.

" I don't know anything at all and I'm somebody else
It could take years to find you, it could take years to find myself
And I don't need to hear your answer I just need you to see
That I think it's time to break down these walls that we throw up

Am I still breathing have I lost that feeling
Am I made of glass 'cause you see right through me
I don't know who I am and you're the only one who sees that
I can't ask these questions that cannot be answered today
And even if everything goes wrong and we start to fall apart
I will understand where you are, I will understand this by my-

"

"Kesesesesese" I spun at the familiar laugh half expecting to see someone in Gilbert's room with him, instead he was completely alone in his room and leaning partially out of his window. "Nice moves you have there Matthew" he said with his usual smirk playing on his lips, humour lighting up his crimson eyes. This statement caused me to go a shade of red that rivaled his eyes. I faltered a bit at not being called by the nickname he'd given me all those years ago.

"Hello Gilbert. I...uh... hadn't realized you were there." my face became redder as his smirk grew. "Do you need something?" I asked trying to see why he'd miraculously remembered that I exist.

"Kesese, my awesome getting to you Vögelchen?" he asked as he grabbed something from his desk by the window and shoved it in his pocket before climbing out of his window and into the tree that separated our windows.

"More like your stupidity, eh" I reached out my window to help him into my room as if we were still in the routine of going through the tree to one another's house though it's been years.

"Not Awesome Spätz, not awesome" he whined as he climbed through the open sill. He stepped in and spun on his heel before flopping backwards onto my Canadian flag duvet. As he shifted around he caught a glimpse of the stuffed panda he'd gotten me on my birthday one year. "You still have Sir Awesome Panda? Sweet!" he said happily grabbing hold of the stuffed bear. I sighed and took the bear from his pale hands before opening my closet and tossing it inside onto my hockey gear, grabbing a shirt as I did so. I slipped on the shirt before turning back around, if I ever want a chance with him its best not to show my scrawny-ness too much.

"Seriously Gilbert, what do you want?" I said making my voice sound as annoyed and exasperated as I possibly could so that I didn't betray my excitement at having him talk to me. It also kept me from betraying my thoughts about how good he looked in his tight black wife-beater and the loose shorts that hung off his hips. He'd obviously not changed from his soccer practice clothing.

"Again with being un-awesome, Liebe. my awesome band has a gig this weekend and you better make sure that you're there and not un-awesomely late." he reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets before proceeding to shove them in my face.

"Maple! Okay, I'll go! But why are there two?" I asked spreading the tickets apart.

"One for you and one for your most un-awesome girlfriend or boyfriend" I sighed and thrust one of the tickets back at him.

"Don't need it then." I could of sworn I saw his eyes light up, I brushed it off as a trick of the light and wishful thinking on my part. He grinned before we heard his brother storm into his room across the way. He stuck his head out of the window and yelled for Gilbert.

"BRUDER! Stop trying to break into the Jones' and get your butt back over here!" I stuck my head out.

"n-no Ludwig he wasn't trying to break in, I let him in, eh!" I said stumbling over my words, Ludwig is freaking scary when mad. He jumped back in surprise at me. Gilbert obviously laughed at my disdain and then began climbing through my window back to his own.

"Kesesesesese! Bye-bye, Liebe!" he quickly scrambled past his brother, who looked multiple times more shocked than when I had appeared from supposed thin air.

"What does that even mean, eh?!" I yelled after him; he'd been calling me weird things the entire time. Ludwig gave me a sympathetic look before Gilbert had managed to slam the window shut and cover it with his curtains. Even through that I could hear muffled sounds of the brothers yelling in German. I sighed and thought about looking up all the things that Gilbert had called me today. Deciding against doing so I shut my curtains and finished changing, thinking about what I'd wear to the show this weekend. Maybe I'd call my other cousin Francis to help me decide... actually no, I'd probably end up being subject to his wandering hands and inappropriate clothing choices again.

PRUSSIA POV

"Is he here yet?" I asked my band mate and long time best friend Francis, he also just so happened to be the cousin of the guy I've been in love with since I turned twelve.

"Be patient mon ami!" he glanced back into the crowd in area we'd be performing. i whined at him in my nervousness. "Are you nervous?" he asked, raising a perfectly French sculpted eyebrow. It was the complete opposite of the ones that Englishman he'd been lusting after forever had.

"NO! Awesome does not get nervous!" I said, denying his accusations.

"Ah! I found Mon petite Mathieu!" I quickly ran to the curtain to catch a glimpse of him. He wore black jeans that were obviously faded and torn in some places, they hung off his hips in a very baggy fashion and seemed as though it fit just snug enough that he wouldn't need a belt to hold them up. He also wore a red short sleeved hoodie that he left unzipped over a black t-shirt that advertised his favorite band 'Trapt'. His hair was pulled back in to a pony-tail hiding how his hair normally framed his face when it was let free. Well I think it's his favorite band seeing as whenever he's home it's all I hear blaring from his open window. I saw him glance to the stage and ducked back behind the dark curtains. I leaned against the brick wall next to the curtains edge, and hit my head against it softly so that I didn't get any un-awesome brain hemorrhaging.

"What if he thinks I'm some un-awesome creep, or gets the wrong idea about who the song is for?" I said before turning my head to face Francis as he brushed the already non-existent wrinkles from his clothes.

"He won't, I promise Mon ami" Francis stated before Antonio came rushing in to let them know that they were on in a minute. "Antonio, Mon Cher, what is this? honhonhon" Francis laughed as he tugged a bit on the Spaniards collar to reveal an already forming hickey.

"Lovi did it! He said not to say anything, but I don't really know why..." he trailed off happily. Antonio's easy smile grew when he remembered something that'd happened just before Lovino had pushed him away and told him to join potato bastard number two and wine bastard. "Lovi said he'd be with the 'Maple Bastard' after the show. Gilbo, mi amigo, isn't he the guy that you always talk about?" Antonio asked, I faintly recalled Lovino calling Matthew that. In fact all the years that I wasn't talking to Matt, Lovino was my way of seeing how he was on a regular basis besides his quick glances across the way when we were home at the same time.

"Yeah" my nervousness slipped away as the backstage crew informed them that they needed to take their places to begin.

"I'd like to introduce the BAD TOUCH TRIO" the bar owner had announced, this was the queue for us to begin.

After a few songs we deemed it enough to end our performance of the night

"Are you ready Gil?" Francis whispered from his post with the bass. I nodded in response and cleared my throat.

"Hey guys we're gonna end this after one final song. This goes out to Birdie, you know who you are." I switched out my guitar for an acoustic and began to strum the notes.

" When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

"

When the song ended I gave my farewells to the crowd, packed my instrument and began heading out the place to put my instruments away. On my way out I didn't see Matthew so I figured that maybe he left before he heard the song. I was praying that he hadn't left in disgust at my confession. I heard the noises from inside get louder for a brief moment, then quiet down a second later.

"Just making sure, but there isn't some other Birdie out there flying around right?" I spun at the question posed by that familiarly soft voice. His hair had fallen out of the pony-tail making his hair stick to the sweat on his temples that had been created by his dancing in an extremely crowded area.

"No, just you" my voice wasn't as gruff as usual due to my having been singing all night so far.

"Good" he approached me with a flushed face that i wasn't all to sure had come from just dancing. He leaned forward and placed an uncertain kiss on my lips before puling away to look at me. I growled a bit, I waited for years to do this! i leaned forward again and pressed our lips together moving them slowly so that i could give him further proof of my awesome love for him. This continued for a little bit longer before we had to pull away for air. We pressed our foreheads together.

"I love you" he whispered, the words didn't leave the small area we'd made between us. I leaned in once more to place a chaste kiss on his lips, I pulled away to tell him that i did too when the wolf whistles began from our friends.

"Eugh, I thought you had better taste than that Maple Bastard" Lovino said amongst the whistles. This caused Mattie's face to stop burning red and to laugh.

"You won't hold it against me right?" Mattie asked causing Lovino to scoff.

"At least you won't be talking about it all day like my stupid fratellino" we all laughed at this. The whistles died down and I whispered into my now lovers ear.

"Ich liebe dich auch, mein hübsches Vögelchen."

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