Point Blanc :: Noir

Canada~Matthew Williams

A/N: Nothing to say really… just tired and all… . Anyone wanna beta? Please R&R! It gives me the strength to keep on this fic! DX

Is it me or this chapter seems to be short? Oh well, hope you guys like it! I wrote this after work so there may be some mistakes~ Please do not be afraid to tell me what they are because I might (or not) change it! Ciao!

I do not own Hetalia. Not in my life ;A;


Three

"A warning to the people- the good and the evil-

This is war..."

It is now the middle of the day and our second week of school, our morning period went by quickly and it is now lunch. Alfred, my brother; Gilbert, my best friend, and I were out in the summer, warm clear day with our new friends. I managed to befriend a petite Asian dark-haired male from Japan. His name was Kiku Honda, a silent and a very calculating person. He knows how to read the atmosphere between people and his hobby was to play video games like my brother and eat salty food.

And there's also the two Italian twins that were completely opposite to each other except for their look. They are both brown-headed and had hazel eyes. However, the older of them, I believe his name was Feliciano Vargas, was a happy-go-lucky, naïve one; while the other, Lovino Vargas, was a stuck-up and easily tempered man. They're both in their late teens, the younger one year off his brother. Their caretaker or guardian, whichever you call it, was a tanned, handsome thirty-year old man from Spain. His name was Antonio F. Carriedo. The Italians described him like more of a "big brother" to them than being a guardian. It also happens that Gilbert knew this man.

We also met Gilbert's older brother, (he has one, didn't I tell you, before? No? Well, now you know…). He's born from Germany and at the age of 17 (that makes Gilbert, like, 10 years old or something) he moved up here. He took up the profession of becoming a teacher of one prestigious school to raise up Gilbert (since their parents died or something, Gilbert was never the one who talk about his past very much… He just told me that he never got the chance to meet them). That school, happened to be the one that we're in it. He's a blond man with a strict personality and stoic, (I call this his "teacher" side…) However, around his little brother, he could be a pretty normal guy. He's known as Ludwig Beildschdmit.

At Alfred's side, he made friends with a couple of foreigners as well. There are three of them, actually. One of them was from the southeastern part of Asia, Philippines, to be exact. His name was Andres Aquilino. He had black messy hair and a light beige skin tone. His dark pools reflect the same personality and aura of my brother. The second was a blond haired-second year male with emerald eyes. He's Vash Zwingli and has the habit to keep an M9 gun under his sleeve or other parts of secret compartments in his custom -made school uniform. He has a little sister, Lili Zwingli, from Liechtenstein. The last friend, is from Egypt, his name is Gupta Muhhamad Hassan. He has light brown skin and wears a khaki uniform, also custom-made. His head is covered with some kind of white cloth (I think it's called keffiyeh), under it, he has a short chestnut hair and his eyes were dull forest green.

Gilbert also, surprisingly, had a lot of friends. One of them was a teacher from a school and an acquaintance of his brother. He wore specs and also looked like he's from a rich family. He has messy brown hair and violet eyes. He has a mole on his face, right under his mouth. He doesn't usually smile or show any expression except irritation or a neutral state. He's Roderich Edelstein. There's also the Hungarian girl with long russet-dyed hair and olive green orbs that always stalked the said teacher. She always act as a tomboy so that's why Gilbert was able to become friends with her, since they also like to stalk Roderich (what a bunch of creepers, if you ask me…). She's also a second year, full name, Elizabeta Hedervary.

So, everyone was eating happily and chattering to each other. Roderich and Ludwig decided to eat at the teacher's lounge instead of coming with us. So that leaves us with Kiku, the Italians, Andres, Gupta, Vash and his little sister (she's a first year like us); and Elizabeta.

Alfred was telling them a story from his middle school years about his fame at basketball and other sports to Vash and Gupta, who were only half-listening. Lili was busy talking with Elizabeta about the new fashion trend while my albino best friend poked her at the side, smirking, until he was hit by a book that came out of nowhere. The Italians were talking among themselves, often joining the conversation, the older brightly exclaiming that the world should make pasta a everyday diet, and the younger frowning at the American and his brother for their idiocy.

Finally, Kiku and I, were just mildly watching our friends interact to each other. He had a small smile gracing in his pale face and his brown coffee-colored eyes were somewhat pleased of the scene before him. Meanwhile, in my side, I was beaming gently.

If days like this could last for ever…

I glanced at my brother who were laughing merrily with the Italians and the Prussian.

I can't help but be mesmerized at their jubilant faces. So happy… So carefree…

Can I be like that too?


"Hey bro, guess what?"

I peered at my brother who was standing at my back for some time now, I could tell. We were just finishing up our desserts because our lunch would be over at five minutes. Our friends had departed to their each respective classes and the only ones who were left was Gilbert, my brother, and I.

"What is it, Al?" I smiled back at him.

"I've joined this awesome soccer team with Gilbert and we have practice after school, so…" he paused, looking at me. I sighed.

"C'mon, Alfred…" I fully turned to him, "You don't need to tell me about everything you do after school now… For God's sake, you're 17 now! You can do the hell you want now~" I chuckled.

He grinned, "Oh! That's awesome! But still, you're my bro and everything. I know how you get worry sometimes when I don't tell you what I do…"

I blushed slightly as I turned away, "T-That's not true-! I'm not a worrywart!"

"You're too!" Gilbert's voice echoed from my side. I closed my violet eyes, huffing.

"Shut up, Gilbert!" I felt my cheeks burned as my brother laughed and patted my shoulder. I opened an eye and can't help but chuckle along with him.

"So yeah," breathed Alfred, "I'mma call you if I'm done, 'kay Bro?"

I nodded and waved my hand at dismissal, "Whatever, dude… Just don't get lost when you come back to the dorm~" I smiled teasingly.

Now it was his turn to be flustered. "W-What! What's that suppose to mean?"

"Oh nothing~" I whistled as I went on my way.

"Mattiee!" I heard him whine as I strolled to the exit of the stairway just before the bell rang.


The afternoon classes went by without much time. I happened to have Roderich for English and Ludwig for Calculus. The two didn't give me a hard time but treated me as any students was expected to be treated. We had a pop quiz in Calculus which I aced it easily and in English we had a comprehension check. (What is this, elementary?)

At the sound of the bell, signaling for the end of the day, I quickly gathered up my stuff and at that moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I stopped and looked around. Everyone had left for their dorms or other extra curricular activities.

I got out my phone and flipped it open, holding it in my ear.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly. Who would be actually calling me at this time? I know Gilbert and Alfred were at their soccer practice right now. Kiku said he had some club going on at this moment too. Those three were the only ones that I've given my number too.

Unless…

"Matthew Williams?" a familiar voice echoed in my ear through the device.

It was my "job".

I drew a sharp breath. "David, what did I told you about calling me in the school's campus? What if they set up some kind of tracking system in here?"

"Don't worry," David had replied, "I already tapped in their security systems and there's no such things as what you're talking about…"

I sighed, "So what made you call me? Did you find any info about the Russian?"

"Unless you already know that the Russian is currently the vice-principal of the school you're in, then I guess there's no more," he said.

"I already had a contact with him," I told him, "He threatened my brother and I that he would be taking us back… He also called me "Kanada" or something and me feel queasy… I don't get what's happening, David… Not at all…"

There was silence before my partner spoke again, this time, he sounds somber, "He's good at using mind tricks, Matthew. Don't let him get to you. Whatever he says, just ignore it."

"I already know that," I replied. I frowned at the memory and held the side of my head as if something pricked it. "Anything else to report?"

"Well, I've just received an info from my sources that he also has two sisters and three distant cousins that also works with him…"

My ears perked up, "Go on."

"He has an older sister. The name's Katsyusha Braginsky, her code name was "Ukraine". She acts like a secretary and also famous for her (insert cough here) "assets"… She doesn't usually go for missions but she's good at getting intels- even the confidential ones…"

I noted that on my thoughts. I might need it for the future, that's for sure… "What else?"

"His younger sister, "Belarus" aka Natalya Braginsky, is also well-known being the "Bloody Maid" for her messy display of blood whenever she assassinates someone. She's somewhere in your area so be careful… She also acts like the "knight" of her brother…"

"Okay… How about these distant cousins of his?"

"Their known as the "Baltics Nations", you know your World History, right?"

I nodded, "Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia, right?"

"Yup. They're just lackeys of the boss. Nothing to be afraid of. However, the Lithuanian guy might be dangerous… He's the master of disguise so be on look out for him… You might never know that he's right under your nose…"

"Gotcha… So there's "Ukraine", "Belarus", and "Lithuania", right? Anyone else that I have to watch out for?"

"Russia have a lot of allies station near your area, so be on your guard… Those were the only ones that I think were the highly dangerous, for now… There might be someone that hides in the bushes and just waiting for the right time to catch you off guard…"

"Don't worry, I won't let them kill me… Nor endanger anyone…" I bit my lip, "That would be the last thing that I want to do…"

I heard a sigh, "Well I guess that's it for my report… I'll call back once I get more information, alright?"

"Yeah, be careful snooping around, David… I'm also worried for you…"

Surprisingly, he chuckled, "You worry too much, Matthew.. Well, talk to you later.."

Click.

Shuffle.

I froze and swiftly grabbed the nearest sharp thing within my reach and threw at the source of the noise. I shut my phone as I glance at the way of the entrance.

I saw Roderich standing there, his lavender eyes agape in shock and surprise from being nearly hit of the pen that was now stuck in the door frame of the room.

I straightened up, my own oculars were wide. Oh no… Did he…

"I forgot the papers and I…" he tried explaining but stopped when I seized my pack and hurriedly walked out of the class room, shoving him a little as I kept my head down.

"Matthe-" I heard him call out but I was running.

Dammit! Did he hear? I knew that I should have waited for David's call! But-

I gradually reduced my speed, halting now in front of the threshold of the lobby of the school.

Whether he heard it or not, it's none of his business anyway… I know he's not the type to just blurt it out to everyone. And-

Gah! You really screwed up this time, Matthew!

I continued to seethe myself that I didn't realized there was someone behind me. Once I calmed down a bit, I sensed him or her.

"Excuse me." Oh good, it's "her". Her voice was high-pitched and girly, yet there's something that put me in the edge. "Are you Matthew Williams?"

I leisurely spun at her and gasped a little, taking a step back.

It's her…

I saw her smile, her pale face stretching as her lips turned up. She had a neat blue bow in her silver long hair and wore a navy carnation blue dress with white frills.

"Who are… you…?"

"I asked first," she said, her tone steely but maintained the pitch of a girl's. "Are you Matthew Williams or not?"

I narrowed my eyes as I squared my shoulder. She may be known as the "Bloody Maid" and taller than me an inch but she doesn't frighten me one bit. "And what if I am Matthew Williams?"

"Belarus" or Natalya Braginsky curtsied, "Well, nice to meet you, Matvey~ I am known as Belarus, my dearest brother's future bride…" She leered at me with those icy blue eyes, "I apologize but I'll have your head to be delivered to my brother dearest, so will you stay put please?"

I frowned at her as I took another step back. What? I thought Russia plans to take me and my brother alive? Or does she have a loose screw in her head?

Either way… I'm fucked, to say at least.


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