Me(appear from nowhere): So this is my first Hetalia fanfiction so please be gentle

Prussia: A PruCan fanfic?(reads) Hey I'm not that hostile!

Canada(reads): Why do I have to be a cutter again?

Me: Look guys is four in the morning and I want to sleep so go on with the disclaimer and warnings.

Canada: Isarra doesn't own Hetalia because if she would have Uk and Usa would be fucking right now. Also she is sorry for the occ-ness and she will mostly do the story from my POV

Prussia: WARNINGS! self-harming, blood, romdom pepople getting killed, swearing, future sexual theme and a little gore.


~Matthew POV~

For the first time in my life I wish I was invisible. I was cornered in a dark alley by six persons, who for some reason wanted to take my life. Maybe if I had my hockey stick I would have been able to beat them.

My name is Matthew Williams and you probably wonder how the fuck did I end in this mess! Unfortunately I don't know, because until now I was leading a peaceful life!

I was born in America along with my twin brother. When I was two my mother and I left dad and my brother and went to Canada where I spent most of my childhood. My mom had blonde hair and aqua blue eyes. Just like me she was wearing glasses. Honestly I don't remember how my brother and my father looked like. Alfred I think it was my brother's name. When I was nine we moved to London and mom married an Englishman. We lived like a happy family but when I was twelve my mom died in a car accident while she was on a trip to America. I continued to be in care of my step-father who was devastated and while he started to forget about mom he started to forget about me. In school wasn't nice either because everyone kept forgetting about me (even the teachers) so I was an invisible kid.

I think it was in 8th grade when I started to cut myself (nobody observed anyway). Reasons? Well I don't know? Maybe depression or to remind myself that I was real but who knows?

Later that year my step-father remarried with a woman who had already 2 children from her pervious relationship. It's true that they were a happy family but I wasn't happy at all. Why? Because 1 after the marriage I was completely forgotten and 2 they care to remember me just when I got in trouble or took a bad mark so the only times when we spoke was when we were arguing. I became to hate my parents and they well… they just forgot about me.

Today it wasn't a bad day. It was my last day in 11th grade before summer break. After school most of the students went out with friends or went home to prepare for tonight's party (where all the students were going, , except for one person who wasn't invited ... and I think you guessed right that is me). So I simply wondered through town, I sketched some random things and made some new cuts on my wrist (what a productive day). I came home around 10 pm and found the front door opened. I walked in the house and discovered my foster parents in a pool of blood, dead. I screamed horrified and the killers herd me. They start chasing me and cornered me in a dark alley. End of my little history.

One of them attacked me with a knife but I dogged him and hit him hard with my elbow between his legs (I am very good at hockey). They guy scream in pain and fell down. Two other guys attacked me and pinned me to the ground.

"Blondie, please make our job easy and let us kill you so we can take our money…" said one of them pointing a gun at me.

"I think we should teach him a lesson because he resist to us!" said angrily the man I hit. "He is cute isn't he, so let's rape him!"

So not only they will kill me but they will also rape me? Life I really hate you, you know...

The others grinned at me and I started to struggle but I couldn't break free. The guy with the gun began to unzip my jeans but suddenly there was a gunshot and he dropped dead. Behind them there was a man with a hooded black coat, a mask on his face and two guns in his hands. He shot the rest of them before they even have the chance to turn around.

The black hooded guy was standing in front of me, just like that cool guys that killed all the villains from actions movies. Unluckily this wasn't a movie. I took the dead guy's gun and pointed at the hooded guy.

"W-who are y-you? A-are you here to k-kill me too?" I told him frightened.

He took his hoody and mask off reviling his face to me. He had very pale white skin, silver hair and his eyes were crimson red. "D-don't move or I'll shot you!" I yelled trying not to look scared.

He moved towards me. Panicked I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. I slowly opened my eyes but in my horror the hooded guy was right in front of me. He grabbed the gun out of my hands and tosses it away. Surprisingly he took my hand and lifted me up and I stared at him like an idiot.

"Look kid, I'm not here to kill you and we don't have all night. We go to your home, you grab some things then leave before other guys like them shows up" he said coldly.

"W-why should I trust you?"I snapped.

"Because you either come with me or wait for other guys to kill you and trust me not even the police will be able to protect you from them. So what's your answer?"

"Fine. I'll do like you but s-still I don't trust you…" I told him starting to calm down.

We arrived at my house and I went upstairs in my room. I took a suitcase and start packing some clothes.

"Can you please illuminate me and tell me why the fuck that guys wanted to kill me?" I asked folding a T-shirt.

"Didn't your mom tell you?" he asked sighing.

"Tell me what?"

"That your dad was the head of the American mafia."

"HE WAS WHAT?" I shouted shocked.

"Look I don't know your parents amorous story. All I know is that your real dad died last year and your twin became the boss of mafia, but one month ago he got in a messed up situation and end up in jail for two years. He didn't leave a replacement and that was going to start a very bad argument with the theme" I'm going to be the boss not you so all who have something to say die". The Russian mafia so this opportunity and wanted to start a mafia war and overtake them…"

"And what is my connection with this story?"

"Before they started to kill each other someone remembered that their boss had a twin in England and they can use him as the replacement boss. Unfortunately the American mafia had some conflicts in Europe and they can't step here, also Europe is dominated by the Russian mafia. The Russians heard about you and decided that is better to kill you before you reach America and the mafia from there. Do you get it now?"

"S-so you are s-saying that I'm a mafia boss…?" I asked trying to process what he said

"Yep"

"A-and because of that Russians w-want my head…?"

"Yes, and before you ask more obvious question please finish packing your things! "He said a little exasperated.

I continued putting my things in my suitcase while he was guarding the room. Suddenly a white head appeared from my laundry basket.

"Hey, why is a little polar bear in your room?" he asked a little surprised.

"Who?" the polar bear asked looking at the albino dude.

"WHY THE FUCK IT TALK! HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO THAT! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET HIM?"said the guy freaked out.

"I found him when I was little while visiting Geneva, in the rain, a few streets from CERN. He started to talk after a year I took in plus he doesn't seem to grow up. He is quiet intelligent and likes cooked food. Also his name is Kumajiro" I told him calm.

"So you're saying that you have a genetic changed polar bear?" he asked steering a Kuma.

"Yes, and he is coming with us" I said putting the bear on the bed. Before he could reply I went to the bathroom. I started to gather some things when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked terrible. My clothes were stained with blood, my wavy blonde was very dirty and I had bags under my violet eyes. Also, my skin was very pale. In conclusion I looked like a zombie or some weird ghost from a Japanese horror.

"Can you hurry up?" asked the hooded man standing behind me and almost causing me a heart attack.

"I'm almost done but I look like crap so I really need a shower."

"Ok, but you have 10 min to get yourself done" he responded going to my room.

I took some clean clothes and then I started to undress. After I took my hoodie off and I noticed that my bandages were covered with blood. Probably I was too scared to observe that I started to bleed. I carefully remove them and entered in the bathtub. I took a (unfortunately) short hot shower and after I got out I disinfected my cuts. The only cuts that bleed were the new ones but they weren't very deep (I make them very deep only when I am very sad and have suicide thoughts). Most of them were already healed because I only cut myself when my emotions are overwhelming me and because the summer was coming I was quiet relaxed these weeks. I put some clothes on me and took a razor blade in my hands.

Pause. You probably remarked that I had a very bad day so I needed to calm down and you already know how I do that. Resume.

I was just about to cut myself when I heard I knock.

"If you don't come out in a minute the awesome me will come and get you out!" he said from the other side of the door.

Fuck! I quickly bandaged my hands and put a blue hoodie.

"I'm coming in!" he said.

"Ok, I'm ready almost read. The awesome me?" I asked a little amused.

"I'm awesome, problems?" he said harshly.

"I'll go to finish packing my stuff…" I said going in the bedroom.

I put the packed the last things and closed my suitcase. When I took it to the door I accidentally stepped on the remote from the TV and turned it on.

"Some anonymous person announced that there will be a terrorist attack at one of London's airports. All of the people that are stepping in them are checked by the police…"

"SHIT!" the guy screamed. "It seems we have to take another route. Come!" he ordered taking my suitcase.

I took Kumachiki in my arms and fallowed the guy outside the house. He led me to a black car.

"Get in the car!" he commanded.

We got into the car and he starts driving.

"Where did you get the car?" I asked.

"I stole it." he said emotionlessly.

"Here!" he said giving me a fake ID. "You'll use this until we get to America."

"Where are you taking me?"

"We are going to take the train to Marseille."

"By the way, you didn't mention you're name…"

"The awesome Gilbert. Your name was Mattie, no?"

"Matthew…" I corrected him.

"Why are you helping me? Did the American mafia send you?" I asked curious.

"No." he respond coldly.

"Then why are you helping me?"

"Let's say that the awesome me has some unfinished business with the Russian mafia's boss." He said bitterly.

We stayed in silence till we arrived at the train station. He bought the tickets and wait for the train to arrive. We board the train and silently sat on our seats. Kumanaki fell asleep in my arms and Gilbert was looking absently out the window. I was trying to put my mind in order but I failed and all my negative thoughts and bad memorise came to me and I broke out in tears(like I said I think I suffer from depression so random crying is not uncommon). I started to cry silently trying not to disturb anybody. Suddenly (and surprisingly) Gilbert warped his arms around me and automatically, without thinking, I put my head on his chest. I cried until I felt very tired and fell asleep.


Me(sleeping)

Prussia: let's leave before she wakes up... who knows what she'll make us to do...

Canada: Ok let's go but first review.