Suitable Wereiness (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: An otherwise routine day working as a wildlife vet is interrupted by the arrival of the most unusual wolf captured by a poacher's trap. The oddities of the whole scenario just don't add up, especially when more and more odd occurrences start happening around the building, and Alfred's determined to get to the bottom of things.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: 1pAme2pCan, werewolf!Alex, human AU

(Holy shit the second AmeCan fic from the IceCreamery I'm actually gonna expand on! What a shocker, yeah?)

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The wolf still hadn't woken up by the following morning, when Alfred stopped in to give the pups their morning meal and check on the newest patient's stitches. He wasn't too surprised that the two were wary of the larger animal - who knew if they were even from the same pack?

(Erzsebet had yet to figure out which pack the wolf had come from, which was odd for such a visually distinct creature. He was just a bundle of more and more mysteries, wasn't he?)

The stitches hadn't torn overnight, and there was no signs of inflammation or infection like he'd been worrying over since the results of all the blood tests had been recorded. Alfred sighed in thanks, hoping everything would go cleanly from here (though it would be a pain if this wolf was one of the ones who loved to bite at the itching, healing wounds.)

"You're pretty lucky, big guy." Alfred ran a hand across the wolf's fur, scratching briefly behind the ears like he'd done with his old mutt as a kid. "If the blood loss hadn't killed you, that allergic reaction probably would've if Liz and Basch hadn't found you in time."

He was glad no one was around to see him talk to the wolf, or else he'd be teased about it for the rest of the week again. If he wasn't chastised for trying to treat the wild animals like pets, of course.

"Liz says she has no idea which pack you're from, since she doesn't remember anyone your size running around with them. Hopefully it's just us not knowing as much as we like to say we do so you can join up with them once you're all better."

Alfred chuckled a bit. "Wouldn't it be lucky if you were from the same group as our other two, huh? I don't think they are from how they're acting, but Yao would know more than me about that. I just make you take your meds.

"Anyways, I need to check on the pups again and make sure they're eating. I'll bring you something when you wake up, alright?" The vet gave the wolf one last pat before getting to his feet, stretching his arms out briefly. "Just don't chew on your stitches - those things are expensive."

Alfred walked out of the room, not noticing the one dark blue eye cracking open to follow after him until the door clicked shut.

Alexander sighed softly, closing his eye and resuming his 'sleeping' pose while he thought. He'd actually woken up the previous night, but had fallen asleep again once his still-hazy mind registered that his body was barely aching anymore. He'd actually only woken up again because he'd heard the rather loud footsteps approaching, though he stayed still in case they were one of the people who had made that infernal were trap in the first place.

But, to his surprise, it'd just been some normal guy with a penchant for rambling and wandering hands. Though he couldn't deny the attention hadn't been bad, per say…

Blood loss and allergies. How had these people found him before the hunters had? He couldn't deny, though, that at the least it seemed a safe place to recover, even if he couldn't really change safely with his leg as it was. He could feel where the skin was bared, a cold spot where everything else was warm, not to mention itching like a bitch-

Alex firmly clamped down on the first instinct to scratch at it until it stopped, not interested in extending his stay here longer than necessary. He had no clue how long it'd be until the hunters realized their prey was gone, and if they found out where he was…

No, he was not getting these folk involved if he could help it. He was a beast, not a monster.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrgrl. He was also hungry, as his stomach finally decided to remind him. Alex just hoped the generic dog food wouldn't taste too horrible.

(It did, but between the stewed meat mixed with it and his hunger it was tolerable enough that he finished it off.)

Thankfully Alfred (as the vet introduced himself - really, what a weird person) had given him his space to eat, allowing him to make all the faces at the blandness he wanted without being looked at strangely.

He sat back, licking the remaining meat off his jaw while thinking of his next step. He'd never gotten a silver-poisoned injury before, and he didn't know how thorough the vet and his friend 'Toris' had been in getting it out, so he had no clue how long it would take to recover. Hopefully only a few weeks at most; this place was way too - calming. It'd lower his guard, make him relaxed when he should be cautious. It'd get him killed, eventually.

This building - and that vet - were Bad News.

The only way it could be worse is if that obnoxious fucker Tommy showed up to mock him in his misery. At least he could be glad the guy was a fucking idiot and so probably wouldn't figure it out until he was already gone.

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AN: And here's chapter two! We get our first look into Alex's mindset about the issue and a bit more into Alfred's character. Hopefully I'll be able to bring the other characters I've mentioned into the story more as I go along, because they don't get enough interaction time with Alfred as it is, and he needs more non-FACE friends (that aren't Ivan).

Also, any bets on how long it takes Tommy to find Alex? I'm also taking bets on how long it takes Alex to get sick of pet food and try to liberate some real food.