Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Seriously if I did then I wouldn't be writing fanfics.
This is a story I have started and is a gift for my friend LMDAA, she is pretty bad ass.
Pairings: Germany/Italy, America/England, Prussia/Canada, Japan/Russia and others.
Chapter 1
A lone figure ran down a dark street barely lit from the street lights. Signs and houses flashed by him in a blur of bright whites and dark grays. The wind whirled around him and an ominous voice called out to him. "West~" The boy knew he shouldn't look back, that it was risky but he chanced a glance over his shoulder only to be tackled into a nearby alley. The boy's usually neat blonde hair was now caked with dirt and tumbling into his eyes. The blonde groaned in pain from where he crashed into the hard ground. He tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot through his back, leaving him immobile. The blonde closed his eyes and fell back against the ground feeling helpless.
The boy felt something unnaturally cold press against the skin of his neck. His eyes shot open and his own blue eyes were met by those of a familiar red pair. The man above him grinned, revealing two elongated canines. "I caught you! I win West!" The red-eyed male laughed out insanely as he brought his face closer to the boy's neck.
The blonde male's eyes widened and he tried to scream out for help but his cries were cut off by a horrid pain in his neck. After a few minutes the older male pulled away, blood running from his lips and down his chin. "Now you'll never leave me. Right Bruder?" (Translation: Brother) The blonde didn't reply he felt too dizzy and sick to focus on the older man. Blackness began to swarm his vision and his thoughts were fading. His eyes slid close with the sound of his brother's maniacal laughter and the calling his name guiding him deeper into the darkness of his mind.
"West~"
"West."
"LUDWIG!"
A blonde male was jolted awake; his eyes shot open and immediately regretted that when he found a pair of crimson eyes to be staring right at him. The boy would have screamed had the other male not have covered his mouth with his hand, but instead of that making the blonde focus it made him claw at the hand on him. "Hey! Hey! Calm down, Ludwig!" A worried voice came from the red-eyed male.
When Ludwig heard his real name be called again he immediately stopped his clawing and calmed down a bit but it did nothing to relax him. His body was still tensed up as he looked around the room, trying to remember where he was and what was happening. He looked at the man in front of him. He had short, currently uncombed white hair. He wore a pair of baggy grey sweats and a white tank top with a large black bird on it. Ludwig relaxed and no longer felt his life was in danger when he realized that this man was his loving brother, Gilbert and wasn't going to kill him.
"It was that nightmare again." Ludwig mumbled when Gilbert removed his hand.
"Yeah. . . I know." Gilbert stated turning away from his brother. "You always have it on the same night . . ."
Ludwig turned to look at his calendar currently on the month of September. The numbers were all crossed out up to the thirty which was circled in a bright green. Ludwig felt his bed shift and watched as his brother walked to the door. Gilbert stopped in the thresh hold and half turned towards his brother.
"Hey Luddy?"
"Yes, Gilbert?"
The older male looked nervous and a tad guilty, hardly able to look his brother in the eyes. "I'm sorry. You know that right?" Now had the white-haired man been apologizing to anyone else they would be shocked. Gilbert never said sorry, just laughed at the person and stated he was too awesome to say sorry. He wasn't apologizing to just anyone though, he was apologizing to Ludwig, who had been expecting this since he had looked at the calendar.
Ludwig got up from his bed, grabbing the green marker laying on the night stand. He walked to the calendar, crossed the thirty off, and flipped the page to the month of October. Gilbert shifted from foot to foot, waiting for the blonde to respond. Ludwig set the marker down, looked at his brother and sighed. "Yes, I know you are sorry. I forgave you a long time ago."
Gilbert breathed out in relief and flashed the man a smile, showing a set of pearly white, even, rounded teeth, much to Ludwig's happiness. "The awesome me will go make us breakfast!" Gilbert shouted before running downstairs to start said breakfast. Ludwig shook his head and started his routine of getting ready for school.
~A.B.B~
Ludwig sat down at the dining room table and thanked his brother as he set a plate of food in front of him. Several delicious smells filled the room, those of eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. Gilbert went back into the kitchen and came out into the room with a large mug filled with a dark liquid. Gilbert set the mug beside Ludwig's plate of food and hurried into the kitchen barely catching his brother's second thank you.
Ludwig peered into the cup and took in the aroma, the smell of coffee and copper danced around each other. Ludwig sighed and picked up a spoon, swirling it around inside the cup. A dark red liquid started to appear at the surface, the scent of blood becoming stronger. Ludwig let go of the spoon and stared at the contents of the cup, watching the blood mix with the coffee only for it to settle back down to the bottom. Gilbert walked back into the dining room, having just finished his breakfast.
The crimson-eyed man tapped his brother on the shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts. The blonde looked up at his brother with a blank expression and he looked back with one filled with worry.
"Everything alright?" Gilbert questioned, looking at Ludwig's still full plate.
Ludwig nodded. "I will see you at school, Bruder." He got up from the table, thanked his brother again then grabbed his bag and headed out the door towards his school.
Gilbert dropped down into the seat his brother had been occupying and picked up the mug. He downed the drink in mere seconds and slammed the glass onto the table. He got up from the seat, picked up the untouched food and dropped it off in the kitchen before heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready for school.
After a while Gilbert finished up in the bathroom, grabbed his bag and ran out the door. He was going to catch up to Ludwig and ask him what was wrong. Ludwig never skipped breakfast; he was always nagging Gilbert when the older tried to skip eating in favor of playing video games. 'Maybe it was the coffee; he seemed fine until I brought that out.' With that Gilbert decided that his awesome self would try and help his brother with whatever was bothering him.
~A.B.B~
Ludwig walked down the street towards his school, Earth High School. He glanced down at his watch and looked around. Gilbert usually showed up after a few minutes and walked with him the rest of the way. Ludwig turned to continue walking but he collided with another body.
"Well hallo Germany." A thick Russian accent came from the person. "I see you are well. We have missed you."
Ludwig glared at the man if front of him. "I am no longer Germany, Ivan." The blonde stepped around the larger male and continued to walk.
"Da, you go by Ludwig now." The Russian looked around. "Where is your brother? Surely he is still with you, is he not?" The Russian asked nonchalantly. "I think I would like to talk with him."
Ludwig stopped and turned towards the other and glared at him. "He does not want to see you or talk to you. Never again." Ludwig started walking again at a faster pace.
He could hear the Russian laughing behind him. "It was nice seeing you once again, Germany. Tell Prussia I said hi."
Ludwig gritted his teeth and continued on towards school, ignoring the laughing Ivan.
After several minutes of briskly walking and thoughtful silence Ludwig finally reached the school. A few students were milling around outside, still tired from waking up at such an early time to learn. Ludwig stepped into the school and made his way towards his locker. As he neared his locker he saw a person leaning against the locker next to his.
"Arthur."
"Ludwig."
The shorter of the two, Arthur Kirkland, watched as Ludwig opened his locker. Arthur shifted his bag in front of him and pulled out a large bottle of what appeared to be lotion. Ludwig raised a questioning eyebrow but took the bottle none the less.
"Thank you for this, not that I am not grateful but I did not tell you I was running low." Ludwig placed the bottle into his locker.
"Yes, well, I figured you could do with a bottle of your own, instead of sharing one with your brother." Arthur replied, and then thought a moment. "Would you like to join my grandparents and me for dinner tonight?"
Ludwig grabbed some of his text books for class and shut his locker, he turned towards Arthur and was about to reply only to be interrupted by the first bell ringing, causing a rush of students to fill the hallway, intent on getting to their lockers and gathering their things for class.
"Artie!" A voice sounded behind Arthur. A teen a couple of inches taller than Ludwig came up to Arthur and threw his arm over his shoulder. "Ya weren't waiting outside for me!"
"You prat! Get off of me!" Arthur yelled pushing the teen away. "I do have other friends than you, Alfred."
Alfred looked towards Ludwig and sneered. "You consider leeches as friends?"
Ludwig narrowed his eyes at Alfred. "At least I don't smell like a dog."
Arthur stepped between the two in hope that creating some sort of barrier would keep them from ripping each other's throats out. "Honestly you two, there is no need to bloody fight and yes Alfred I do consider him a friend." Alfred set his hands on Arthur's shoulders, glaring over Arthur's head at the vampire.
Arthur rolled his eyes and asked his question again. "Would you like to join my family for dinner, Ludwig?"
"More like he'll have you for dinner." Alfred mumbled under his breath. Arthur turned around and proceeded to yell at the taller teen for being rude. "Awww. . . Artie I was just kidding." Alfred rubbed his head from where Arthur smacked him upside the head.
"Do not call me that dreadful name!" Arthur turned and gestured towards Ludwig. "Apologize to him now."
Ludwig stood still, not expecting an apology to come from Alfred. "It is not necessary, Arthur. I do not expect something such as that from someone like him."
Alfred stood to his full height, just a few inches taller than the vampire. "Oh whatever, you know werewolves are way better than blood suckers."
Ludwig contemplated hitting the younger man but thought against it as it would only cause a scene and it gave the other a reason to gloat about being a mutt. Instead Ludwig kept his anger under control and did not acknowledge the others response.
"I am not going to stand around here all day and listen to you brag about yourself, Alfred." The green-eyed man stated. "Why don't you go get your things for class? I will be there in a minute."
Alfred frowned and reluctantly moved to go to his locker. He stopped for a moment and turned back to Ludwig. "Oh hey Weillshmidt! Tell Gilbert to stay away from my brother. I don't like him; he is a bad influence on Mattie." With that Alfred turned around and went to his locker.
Arthur sighed. "I apologize, he is an idiot." A second bell rang, signaling class was to begin soon. "Oh, I almost forgot. Did you want to join my family for dinner?"
Ludwig thought for a second. "Let me discuss it with my brother. I am sure he would not mind but something came up this morning."
Arthur nodded. "I understand. Just tell me later." The shorter teen walked off to find the American.
Ludwig sighed and walked towards his first class wondering where Gilbert was and why he hadn't walked with him. His brother usually pestered him sometime before class began. Ludwig wouldn't normally be this concerned with the absence of his brother but with Ivan here, he hoped he hadn't acted and went to talk with his brother. This thought worried Ludwig; he was going to have to search for his brother as soon as possible.
As Ludwig opened the door to his class he was met by a short teenager with black hair. His eyes were a dark brown, dull and lifeless with bags around them. Neither of the boys moved, just stared at each other. The boy, Kiku Honda, had once been a friend of the German that is until Kiku met Ivan. Everything had gone downhill from there. Kiku shoved pass Ludwig and made his way out into the hallway.
Ludwig frowned, this was definitely not a good day for the blonde, first his brother goes missing and now Ivan and Kiku have returned to town. The blonde took his seat at the back of the class and waited for class to begin.
About half way through the class the door opened and Gilbert walked in with a huge smile adorning his face; he waved a note in his hand and placed it on the table. The teacher read the note and went back to teaching the class. Gilbert sat down in the seat next to his brother.
Ludwig felt something poke his right side and turned to see a piece of paper with writing on it. He looked up to see Gilbert looking ahead at the teacher. The blonde picked the note up and read through it.
Sorry about this morning. Got caught up talking to a friend. Everything all right? Saw Kiku.
Ludwig quickly scribbled a reply and slid the note to his brother.
Everything is okay. Also saw Kiku. Saw Ivan before school.
Gilbert tensed up at reading the last line. From where Ludwig was looking from the corner of his eye he could see Gilbert's hands shaking. Gilbert's head was tilted down staring at the paper in disbelief. Ludwig sat contemplating on what the Russian could be doing in town while he waited for his brother to calm down enough to say something back. The white-haired teen did not write anything back for the rest of the class.
The final bell rang, indicating school was over. Ludwig gathered his books and hastily made his way towards his locker. He opened it and placed the books in; he grabbed his bag, making sure to put the bottle of lotion in it before shutting his locker and making his way to the front of the school. Once outside he quickly scanned the grounds, searching for a mop of white hair. He mentally thanked the gods when it took only a few seconds to spot the red-eyed man leaning against a tree He was talking ecstatically to a violet-eyed blonde standing beside him. Ludwig recognized the blonde as Alfred's brother, Matthew.
Ludwig made his way to the two, trying to avoid running into students and the occasional teacher. The blue-eyed teen stopped a few yards away from Gilbert when he saw his brother lean towards the blonde and place a kiss against his cheek. Matthew's face turned a bright shade of red, he looked around quickly before he turned, grabbed the front of Gilbert's shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Ludwig's eyes widened a fraction. He walked closer and coughed into his hand, drawing the attention of the other two teens.
Matthew jumped slightly, shocked in not hearing Ludwig walk up. He pulled his face away from the other teen. A blush was apparent on the bespectacled teen from being caught. Gilbert did not look fazed however, having heard his brother walk over. He sighed and looked at his brother with a displeased look upon his face.
"Did you need something, Bruder?"
"I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you are okay."
"Well Mattie here was making everything okay." Gilbert grinned and wrapped his arm around Matthew's waist. Said teen squeaked and the blush that was almost gone from his face came back. Suddenly a rapid beeping came from Gilbert's pocket. The white-haired teen reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and flipped it open. He looked and the screen and furrowed his eyebrows, not recognizing the number. He accepted the call, held the phone up to his ear and said hello. Ludwig watched on confused, most of his brother's contacts had different ringtones but this was the one he used as a default. After a few seconds there was loud laughing on the other side of the line. The teen's eyes widened, he dropped the phone, and it hit the ground and closed.
Gilbert was shaking, the arm he had around Matthew's waist loosened and he dropped to his knees. Matthew dropped down beside him, asking what was wrong but all the other did was stare at the phone and talk in rapid German.
"Er ist es! Er ist es! Dieser Bastard!" ( Translation: It's him! It's him! That bastard!)
Ludwig instantly knew who his brother talking about, Ivan had decided to contact Gilbert. Matthew looked up at Ludwig with a worried gaze.
"Is he going to be alright?" Matthew rubbed his boyfriend's back soothingly, calming him down a bit. The ruby-eyed teen leaned into the Canadian's touch and sighed.
"Yes, I will be alright. Sorry Mattie, gonna have to cancel our date." The Prussian answered, standing up and bringing Matthew with him. "Me and Luddy have to do some planning. I'll make it up to you later. "
"Okay. Will you call me tonight?" The violet-eyed blonde asked with a worried tone.
"Yep, love you." The white-haired teen leaned forward and pecked the other on the lips.
"Love you too." Matthew pulled away and started walking towards the direction of his house. He turned slightly to wave back to the two behind him. Gilbert waved back and smiled. When Matthew had turned the corner out of their sight, Gilbert frowned and turned to his brother.
"It's gonna be a long night."
Ludwig nodded in agreement and took his phone out to tell Arthur he wouldn't be able to come over. It was definitely going to be a long night for the two of them.