(AN: I got the idea of this while working on 'Give Me A Reason' one night. I don't own hetalia, but I do own kabuki, kawaii-DAYO, and the creation of pureblood-tegus, because I love vampires who can kick-ass and smoke weed, all with a smirk on their face! enjoy!)
Why Bother
Chapter 1
As matthew felt the cold breeze wake him up, he groaned and sat up. 4:15AM huh? Well I have 5 minutes, might as well smoke myself asleep. He quickly grabbed his pot box, an old world war 2 velvet and leather box, and opened up a blue container named: Mr. Nice Guy OG. Lightly grinding the knugs, getting the rolling paper ready, he rolled himself a fat joint with 3 minutes to spare. Grabbing his roach clip, he leaned back against the pillows. Leaning to his left side, he grabbed his ash tray and set it on his lap. 4:19AM only 1 more minute left. He placed the joint on his lips, smelling the weed inside. At exactly 4:20AM, he sparked up the joint, then lied back down and hot boxed his bedroom. Inhaling the magicial drug, he coughed a little, enjoying how strong the weed is. Looking around his room, he sighed at the fact that he has no one to cuddle with at night. Taking a big hit, he relaxed his body onto his memory foam mattress. When the joint got small enough, he clipped it against the clip and kept taking hits. As soon as it got too small to smoke, he put it out, opened the box and grabbed a small white container. Carefully opening it, he placed the roach inside the container, smelling different types of weed inside. Putting the clip and ashtray away, he closed the box and touched the lid of it. " I feel like im supposed to know what this is, what this means to me…..but I cant remember." He said to the empty and still room around him. placing the box back on the nightstand, he got in a comfier position and closed his eyes. He looked at his forearms, seeing deep scars scattered all over both of his arms, and smiled softly. " at least when I cut myself, I remind myself that im alive, that I am here. But when I clean up, I do enjoy the taste of my own blood." He said to the silent room before he fell asleep.
Waking up the next morning for matthew on a conference morning meant his usual routine: smoking a joint, getting in the shower, hot boxing the bathroom while taking a shower, getting dressed, fixing his hair, feeding kumajiro, eating breakfast, and then leave for the meeting. His alarm went off, matthew opening his eyes and seeing what time it was. 7:15AM. He sat up and yawned, stretching out his arms and legs. Doing his usual morning routine, it wasn't until he picked out his outfit that he felt a little bit happier. His outfit was what he wanted to do tonight, go clubbing. And in order to do that, you need to have the right outfit: a black and blue rock t-shirt, black skin tight leather jeans, knee-high black boots, a small silver chained belt on his left hip pocket, black leather elbow length gloves, and a dark red leather choker. Looking in the mirror when he was done, he smiled softly as he grabbed his big jacket. Putting it on, it covered most of his outfit, except for his knees. He sighed as he picked up kumajiro and locked his house. Walking towards his motorcycle, he put kumajiro in front of him and put his helmet on. as the sun rose into the sky, matthew rode towards the conference building.
" so I think that we should go and agree with whatever Kawaii-DAYO says." Sighing, kabuki set her head on the hardwood table. I miss my master. I forgot what he looks like but he is so nice and kind. " kabuki, we need you to try and remember what he looks like. And whats his name?" a man in a black suit. Looking at them with a frown, she sighes. " I remember him having blonde hair. A-and a curl that pops out in the middle of his bangs. Violet eyes and round glasses, but with the frame being cut halfway of the lenses. I think I remember his name…matthew…Williams…that's it! Matthew Williams! That's my master." Kabuki says with a smile on her face. The men look at each other, whispering to each other, then look back at her. " don't you think that if we found him that he might have no memories of what he truly is?" kabuki looks at them, smirking, " well if he has no memory, he has to have his true blood enter his body. Then his memories will take over and he will remember who he is. Right?" she said while looking at her left hand. " that's absolutely right. Now if we can just find him." " I FOUND HIM!" all eyes were on Kawaii-DAYO. " it says that he lives in canada and theres a world meeting there today. He's gotta be there because eit says that he's the representative of Canada." " but that's impossible. He's a tengu-pureblood, how can he be the representative of Canada?" " he was born to be both. Being the only alive tengu-pureblood, he was born at the exact same time that the country of Canada was made." Kawaii-DAYO looked at kabuki, then at the men in the room. " are you ready to go get our master back?" she said to them. All nodding in aggrement, they walked out of the room and towards their jet plane.
Rolling his eyes, Matthew Williams was forgot once again. Looking at his brother, America or Alfred jones, he leaned back into his chair, letting his head fall back. closing his eyes, he drowned out everyone around him. reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a pot filled brownie and started eating it. Finishing it in 15 minutes, he put the bag back into his pocket and continued to ignore the whole world. Feeling kumajiro move, he stayed still so he could get comfy in canada's lap. Feeling the high he craved, he smiled and opened his eyes and looked at his family, or what he calls family. Arthur, or England, getting into a fight with francis, or france. At least while he is high, he can tolerate everyone. " SO I THINK WE SHOULD MAKE MORE FOOD FOR EVERYONE!" VE~ I love that idea! Can there be more pasta?" italy asked America, hearing him being scolded by germany. " SURE DUDE!"
The doors were slammed open as two men in a dark red suit walked in and cleared their throats. " we are looking for matthew Williams. Is he present?" the world looked at them with confused faces. " who?" " I don't think ive ever heard of him." " what country does he even represent?" " why does that name sound fimilar?" matthew looked at everyone with a frown and sighed. " im here you know." Hearing his voice, the two men walk over to where he is sitting: in between china and Russia and across England and france. " we are with the vampire society. You have bee-" said one man as the other tried to touch matthew's face, leading him to the other side of the room. " no more pot at the meetings, but what the hell do you want from me?" he yelled at the man in front of him. " I didn't want to have to do this, but." The man said while pulling out a red syringe. Grabbing matthew's wrist, he injected the liquid into matthew's neck, ignoring matthew's cry of pain. Pulling it out, he shoved a red bottle down matthew's throat, forcing him to swallow the liquid. When it was empty, he took out the bottle and watched as matthew looked at him. " your eyes, they are changing back to how they used to be." He said. Matthew grabbed the table, leaning against it, as the liquid made him dizzy. Falling to his knees, he closes his eyes and lets sleep overpower him. Both men put him on the table, awaiting for what is to come next. Everyone else however was looking in awe and wonder.
A bright red light began to form around matthew, slowly letting him levitate off of the table. Memories beginning to invade the space of mind that he has, colliding with other memories that get in the way. Who am i? I don't know anymore, I cant remember who I am anymore. No wait, red. Blood is the color of red. Blood is what I die for. The sound of blood pulsing through veins, ahh, I know this scent. Its so close. A scent that recalls memories. The thick fog covering my memories is lifting. Two pulses that are similar. I feel the presence of those two throughout my body. Their resonating, I cant think calmly. Forcing his eyes open, he clenches his fists, ripping his jacket to reveal his outfit, and yells loudly. Falling back onto the table, he pants heavily, his eyes turning into a shade of blood red with a sliver of violet around the pupil. Sitting up and holding his head, he groans in pain. Leaning to the side, he falls off the table and next to Kumajiro. Everyone staring at him, including the two men in front of him, he smiles softly. Sighing as he sits up he looks at Alfred, Arthur, and Francis, smirking at them. " boy is it good to finally be back. " " do you remember who you are matthew-sama?" he stands up and looks directly into the men's eyes. " of course I do. I'm matthew Williams, the tengu-pureblood representative of Canada, and with my memories back I can start what ive always wanted to do: World War 3."