A/N: sorry about the delay, i recently had my wisdom teeth pulled and dealing with the pain in my mouth and wanting to sleep 23 hours of the day isn't good for writing :/
Still, i managed to pull together this chapter! Enjoy, and if it sucks i blame the pain meds...
Disclaimer: Great news! I still don't own Hetalia!
Chapter Two: Rain
Soon after leaving the testing facility, it looked that Mathew's good fortune had run its course and left, leaving Mother Nature to send tears of joy to the blond haired eighteen-year-old in the form of a rolling thunderstorm that shrouded the streets in wet darkness. The rain washed away most of the blood on Mathew's skin, running red, then pink, and finally fading to clear off the boys body as the rain poured over him.
While he was grateful not to have blood on his face anymore, the rain also soaked his clothes, washing away any blood that hadn't already stained the fabric, but also leaving the blond chilled to the bone in the cold and rainy weather. Eager to get out of the rain, he began to run, being careful not to fall on the slippery concrete. By the time he found a ledge to hide under, his clothes were heavy with rain and he was freezing cold.
Tired from the long run, the leaned against the wall, using it as support as he slid down to the mostly dry ground. Curling into a ball to try to warm up, he began to consider his options for the night.
He could go out and try to find someone that would be kind enough to give him shelter for the night, and tomorrow he would be out on his own, maybe head to find his brother in town, if he was still there anyway. The problem with this option, however, was the not-so-stunning lack of people out in the rain. It could take hours to find anyone in this weather, and possible longer to find one willing to take him in for the night.
The second option was to stay where he was, out of the rain, and try to stay warm and dry (as dry as he could anyway). But there was a problem here too. If he stayed out in the open like that, anything could happen. He could get sick from the cold, get raped by anyone that happened to pass by him, he could be found by a thief and have the few things he had with him stolen.. he could even be killed, or worse, found by one of the assistants that were gone when he made his escape.
Both options had risks, but they also held rewards if they actually worked. If he ventured out to find someone, he could find a home for the night. Somewhere warm and dry, and food, real food. Not crappy hospital food, but real food, like his guards would bring in for their lunch. The thought of that alone was almost enough to bring him to his feet and send him looking around from people, but not quite.
If he stayed where he was, he could dry off and get warm, not risking hours in the rain for something that would be unlikely for him to find. Then, in the morning, he could wake up and keep moving again.
While Mathew was caught trying to figure out the best option to go with, he didn't hear the two sets of footsteps walking in his direction, nor did he notice that they stopped next to him. He was oblivious to them until a hand was placed on his shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts.
In a swift motion brought out by surprise, Mathew was on his feet, pinning the men to the wall, despite the throbbing pain the quick movements caused.
"Ah! Please, wait a moment! We didn't mean to frighten you!" The blond man cried, a french accent coming through in his voice.. At a glance, he would have thought the man was girl because of his long, soft blond hair and shinning blue eyes, but the stubble on the mans chin quickly crushed that impression, telling the true story that the girlish features hid.
"Si! Si! Please forgive us for scaring you!" The other man was a completely different story. He was the kind of man most women could only dream of being with. Sun-tanned skin, soft and short, slightly surly brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a lean but toned body that showed even in the loose shirt the man wore. He also had an accent, a Spanish one that matched his looks perfectly.
Muttering an apology for scaring the men, he released them gripping his arm to try to sooth the pain of the bullets digging into his muscles. the movements had also caused the wounds to begin bleeding again, though it was washed away by the rain, as Mathew had stepped out from under the ledge. After a moment, the pain had gone down enough for him to ignore again.
"Ah, how rude of me! I'm Francis and this is Antonio." At hearing the blond speak again, Mathew looked back at the two who were standing with smiles under umbrellas . "Again, we apologize for scaring you but we saw you sitting here and wondered why you would be sitting out here in this weather. Since no one would be here if they had anywhere to go, we came over to invite you to come home with us."
Surprised, Mathew just stared at the two men, waiting for them the laugh and tell him it was a joke, but it never came, so he had to ask, "Really?"
"Si! What decent human being could sit back knowing someone was suffering right under their nose?"
Hearing those words brought tears to Mathew's eyes. What decent human being indeed... His whole life up until now was spent under one of the 'human beings' that did nothing while others suffered under them, not giving two shits about the well being of him or anyone other than himself.
Now, Mathew was standing with two men that offered him, a possibly dangerous person that could overpower them both without breaking a sweat, a place to stay out of the rain because they didn't want him to suffer. He was a complete stranger to them, yet they were being so kind to him.
The tears didn't go unnoticed, even with the rain dripping down his face.
"Ah! No need to cry, mon cher!" Francis said with a smile as he covered the boy with the umbrella to keep him from being rained on any more.
"Sorry.. Its just that you are the kindest people I've ever met.. Thank you for inviting me to stay at your home."
"Now now, no need to be so formal!" Antonio spoke this time, as he draped his jacket over the small blond's shoulders. "Come on, lets get home and so you can dry off and warm up before you catch a cold."
After waiting for the small nod that Mathew gave, they began walking home, Mathew holding the jacket tightly around him to keep warm, while Francis held the umbrella over the two of them.
The whole walk home, Mathew was quiet, silently wondering if his luck had really run out when it began raining. When they finally reached the large two story building that would now be his home, he decided that no, his luck hadn't run out yet. In fact, he decided that it was his good fortune that made it begin raining in the first place, as though it predicted that these men would walk by the spot that Mathew would sit to rest.
If not for the rain, he probably would not have been found by Francis and Antonio. He would still be wandering around aimlessly outside.
They led him inside, and stopped by the door to take off their shoes. After leaving their muddy footwear by the door, they continued into the house expecting Mathew to follow. When he didn't, they turned to him. "Something wrong?"
Mathew kept his gaze low. "I don't want to make the carpet dirty." Finally, Francis and Antonio looked down to see that Mathew didn't have any shoes, and his feet were covered in mud and grime. With a soft smile, the Spanish man stepped forward and picked up the small blond.
"I'll take you to the bathroom so you can clean up. Francis, make some tea for him, will you?" Not even waiting for the confirmation, Toni was already heading down the hall. Once inside the bathroom, he set the small blond on the closed toilet and turned to the bath, starting the water. "There you go! I'll leave you to clean up then, if you need anything just call!"
With a nod, Mathew watched him go, before remembering something that would actually be pretty useful. "Actually, do you have a first aid kit I could use?"
"Oh, sure! Its in that cabinet."
"Alright, thank you Antonio."
"No problem.. uh, my apologies, but you never told us your name."
It true, though they did talk a bit on the walk home, Mathew never mentioned his name to the two men. But they were doing so much for him, Mathew figured he could at least give them his name. So with a small, and unknowingly adorable, smile he turned to the Spanish man. "Mathew Williams.. Thank you for your help Antonio."
"Si.. no problem.." Toni wasn't blind, so when he saw that smile, he would have been lying if he said he wasn't affected. After seeing the adorable grin on the small blonds face, he couldn't help but be a little dazed at the cuteness. Pushing that aside, he gave one last goodbye and left Mathew alone in the bathroom.
Stripping off his stained and dirty clothes, he sighed at the sheer amount of gun wounds he had sustained earlier that day. Carefully, he slipped into the water and clean away the dry blood and mud on his body. Before he finished, he had to drain and refill the tub to finished scrubbing his body.
Once he was finally done cleaning himself, he retrieved the first aid kit and set about cleaning and bandaging his wounds.
Or rather the few that came from bullets grazing his skin. The others he had more 'fun' dealing with. Biting a towel to keep from screaming or biting his own lip off, he pressed his fingers into the holes to pull out the bullets. It seemed luck was still with him because none of the bullets had left shards of metal in his body, they all came out whole.
By the time he had finished, he was once again covered with blood and had to wash himself again before disinfecting and bandaging all of the wounds. But, after what had to be hours, he was finally finished. Seeing the pile of metal in the sink, he was surprised to see how many bullets he had had in his body. And the bandages he had on his body almost made him look like a mummy.
The only part on his body that wasn't wrapped in white was his head, though even his face had a few small tan band-aids covering some cuts from bullets barely missing hitting him in the head.
Still, he was clean, bandaged, and warm. But as he ran a comb through his hair, he realized another problem. He didn't have any clothes to wear. With a groan he began looking around for something to cover up with while he asked for clothes to borrow, after all, explaining the large amount of bandages on him would be difficult.
Finding a silk robe that more than likely belonged to Francis, he pulled it on and tied the sash around his waist to keep it from falling open and went to the living room to ask one of the men for something to wear.
After getting dressed and sitting down for a light dinner with the Spaniard and the Frenchman, he was led to a bedroom, his new bedroom, and was left alone for the night.
He was finding it hard to sleep, though. Like a kid on Christmas eve, he was to giddy about what would happen the next day. He was already told that he would be taken out to go shopping for clothes, and possibly find his brother.
This excitement kept him up until late that night, long enough for him to see when the rain stopped outside. Even the clouds drifted apart before he was asleep. But it let him see a rarity, something that highlighted his new life.
It was full moon, and with the freshly fallen rain, the white light reflected off the suspended water in the air, causing a lunar rainbow to stretch across the night sky.
With another smile, something he was doing so much more now that he was free, he finally layed down and fell asleep peacefully, not having to fear what tortures he would have been put through the next day, but instead wondering all the fun he would have instead.
From now on, he could forget the tattoo on the back of his neck, forget the first 18 years of his life, and live like a normal person.
It was almost like a fairy tail.. The main character goes though so much pain, never living life for themselves, then fate comes in to right the wrong and takes them from that horror to give them a good life.
I think I found my happy ending... This was his last thought as he drifted off into a happy dream with a smile on his face.
Tomorrow, he would begin his happy life, never worrying about his past again.
Then again, this is no fairy tail and problems would arise, but Mathew would find that out on his own...
A/N: so, tell me what you think~ you would not believe how hard it is to write while your mouth feels like it being torn apart.. Any tips for dealing with the aftermath of getting wisdom teeth pulled?
Please review, fav/follow.. and leave some of those tips if you can! really, my mouth hurts so bad...
