Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Mathew turned in an essay for Alfred after class and threw himself at the professors' mercies for class notes. The things he did for that boy. Most of Alfred's professors had been understanding and offered best wishes. One point blank said that if Alfred hadn't recovered by next week that he should either withdraw from the course or "Get his sick ass to class." Alfred owed him big time.
When Mathew arrived at Alfred's house, it'd been dark outside for several hours. He opened the unlocked door and stepped inside. Honestly, that idiot was going to get robbed one of these days.
"Hey! Alfred! You better not be watching cartoons! You better be doing something school related!" His yells weren't much higher than the average person's speaking voice, so he wasn't too surprised when he didn't hear a response.
He entered the dark living room and stumbled to the lamp. Alfred needed to stop leaving these lights off. He turned the lamp on, flooding the room with light. Alfred wasn't on the couch. Maybe he had already gone to bed. Mathew was about to go look when he saw a dark shape on the floor. It was surrounded by a reddish brown stain on the carpet that Mathew quickly realized was decomposing blood. Upon closer inspection, Mathew recognized the medium gray fur of Alfred's cat. Its throat had been ripped out and its pelt stained with its fluids.
Mathew covered his nose even though there wasn't a smell yet and backed away. What the fuck was that about ?! Why was the cat dead?! Mathew called out for Alfred and quickly went to his room. No Alfred. Bathroom? No Alfred. Spare room? No Alfred. Kitchen? No Alfred. Backyard? No Alfred. Mathew was alone in the house with the cat carcass. Alfred still hadn't found his cell phone so there was no way to contact him.
Mathew went back in the living room to see if any of Alfred's friend's numbers were on speed dial when he noticed the curtains billowing slowly in time with the wind. Upon closer inspection, Mathew realized that the window was open. Had Alfred jumped out the window? Had someone broken in? Why would they do that if the door was unlocked? Had the window been opened when he first came in here? At that thought Mathew felt as though someone was watching him. He quickly snatched the phone up and was about to dial for the police when he heard a shotgun being cocked.
"I'd put that down if I were you."
Mathew turned to face a man armed to the teeth, holding a shotgun pointed at him. The man had chin length blond hair and cold eyes. Mathew dropped the phone, held up his hands up, and backed away slowly. Before he could get far, his arms were snatched into an iron grip by tiny hands. The blond man before him pulled something from his belt and shone a light into Mathew's eyes. After a few seconds he turned the bright flashlight off.
"He's human, let him go."
Mathew was released and forced to sit on the couch after being searched by what looked like a teen girl. The blond man pushed the dead cat on the floor onto its back with the flashlight so he could inspect its wounds.
"Definitely a vampire. The body is only a couple of hours old. They can't have gotten far."
"Vampire? What? Who are you people?" Mathew asked looking at them in bewilderment.
The girl sat down next to him on the couch and turned at an angle so that she could face him. She herself was covered in weapons.
"Yes, Vampire. Are you the owner of this house?"
"No, that would be my brother. Have you seen him?"
At that, the girl gave him a saddened look before exchanging a glance with the blond man.
"He's probably dead."
What?! How did she know? Alfred couldn't be dead and nothing they could say would make him believe it. They came from a long line of survivors. It would take the devil himself for Alfred to be dead.
"The vampires have been watching this house for several days. It was very unusual for them not to strike after one night so we watched them from a distance. There's no chance that he's still alive. He's either dead or become one of the undead and joined their ranks."
What the heck?! This was the craziest thing he'd ever heard. These people must be "vampire hunters" They'd probably killed countless innocent people. He had to get away from them. They had the window and the door blocked. The only way he could go was into Alfred's room. There was no way out in there either. The windows had been painted shut and Mathew didn't think he was small enough to smash through them. Maybe he could lock himself in the bathroom and call the police from his cell. It was the only thing he could think of to do. He placed his head in his hands as if the gravity of what had happened had just hit him. He could see their feet through his fingers. The man was about 5 feet away and the girl was seated only 2 feet away. There was very little chance that he could get away with this. The girl would probably grab him and slow him down long enough for the man to get to him. He had to try.
Using the agility and speed from years of Hockey, Mathew back flipped over the side of the couch and fled into Alfred's room. After reaching the bathroom, he clicked the lock and quickly dialed for the police. Dispatch answered and asked for his emergency but all they heard was the sound of him screaming as the door splintered to pieces. The man had kicked his foot clean through the door and was currently unlocking it. Mathew had nowhere to hide. Thinking quickly, he grabbed toilet cleaner from under the sink and sprayed it in the man's eyes. As the man clutched his face in pain, Mathew tackled through him to freedom. Before he could make it to the front door the girl slammed a fist into his stomach, knocking his breath out and flipping him to the ground. She sat on his stomach and held his hands down while the man cleaned his eyes out. No matter how much Mathew struggled, he couldn't get free.
"He called the cops, we have to leave." The man said as he wiped his face dry with a dish towel. "Tie him up."
The girl tied Mathew up, gathered all of their weapons, and led the way out the back. The man slung Mathew's bound form over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and followed her out the back door. They crossed the neighbor's yard and went through some hedges to the road where a soccer mom minivan was parked. It was generic silver and Mathew couldn't remember if he'd seen it coming home or not. It was a forgettable car, perfect for criminal activity. Once there, the girl clicked the clicker to unlock the car. She next opened one of the side doors and pulled opened the compartment under the middle seats usually used for the spare tire and emergency kit. She stashed all their weapons and gear inside before pulling the seats back down. The man placed Mathew across the middle seats, carefully placed a blanket over most of his body, and slid the door closed. Mathew knew he his chances of escape were now zero. The doors probably had child safety locks to keep them from being opened from the inside. If they got pulled over and a cop shone a flashlight from the direction of the driver's side, it would look like he was sleeping. He could barely move and doubted that he'd be able to if they were pulled over. He was screwed.
AN: It's finals week. Please kill me now. I wanted to show what happened with Mattie. He's one of my fave chars. I don't like when people make him a weak scaredy crybaby who stutters all the time. He may be a peaceful, quiet, passive aggressive person but that doesn't make him weak. I really like the idea of him being secretly buff from all the Hockey. I can imagine him playing in an indoor rink or street Hockey on roller blades during the summer. I can see him having a lot more common sense than Alfred too. Not saying that Alfred's dumb or anything, because he's not, he's just oblivious and senseless.
I also know a lot about minivans because I have one. My brother told me that Dexter from Dexter used a minivan and it makes perfect sense. I've gotten away with so much shit by driving my minivan. I've ran red lights and sped right in front of cops and never been pulled over. Minivans also have a lot of cool compartments that you can hide things in. The ones that have the fold down seats have even more room. If you remove the seats or fold them down, you also have as much room as a pickup truck bed. My van even had a hitch and a powerful enough motor to haul things. Mom vans are so perfect for crime.
