Point Blanc :: Noir
Canada~Matthew Williams
A/N: Wow, this is quick… XDD well anyways~ here's the fifth chappie and I hope you guys enjoy this! READ THE ENTIRE THING LIKE SERIOUSLY! IT'S ALL IMPORTANT! XDD
Hetalia does not belong to me. It's the sad truth, I know.. TAT
Five
Did you ever believe?
Were you ever a dreamer?
Ever imagine heart open and free?
"What's the meaning of this, Gil?" I asked my friend as I stared him down with hard eyes.
He said nothing before he eased up but never let me go. He gawked at me with those burgundy-colored eyes full of intensity.
"You're hiding something, Birdie…" he murmured under his breath. I scowled at him. He just have to notice this after all this time? I turned my head, refusing to look at him straight.
"It's none of your business, Gil…" I replied.
I felt his shoulders sagged a bit, "I'm your best friend, Birdie… Friends share each other's shit, don't you know?"
I said nothing. For half a minute, we were still but then I heard him sigh.
"Fine, if you won't tell me…" He released me and stepped back. I straightened up and my eyes never left the wall as I moved.
I heard some shuffling before in the corner of my eye, something glinted. And that something happened to my hidden gun in my vest earlier. I gasped a little as my orbs flew wide.
"You…" But then I bit my lip. Shit.
I saw him frown deeply at my reaction, "So you do recognize this since I found this at the lobby three days ago, the exact moment that I spotted you leave the building. There was a trail of blood following up to the teacher's area but then I…"
I acted quickly as I left the bed and vanished in his sight before materializing behind him, a razor sharp-pocket knife that I had snatched under my pillows under his chin. My blade was almost at seconds apart from his skin.
I felt my eyes sting in tears. I am not a fan of killing people for finding out my secret job but I have to keep this from everyone… And that even means, murdering my best friend.
It's all for my brother's sake, after all…
I felt him tense and held his breath as I clutched the knife at him in point blank.
"Birdie…" he said, "What really happened? I thought we were friends…"
"We are friends, Gil, however no matter what…" I bit my lip, "There are some things that we better keep it to ourselves, non?"
"Matthew…" he whispered after a moment of silence, "Are you, by chance… A gunner?"
I was quiet, letting the question hang in the heavy atmosphere before answering.
"What if I am?" I let out a small chuckle, "You're going to report me to the authorities and tell everyone that I'm a killer?"
"Matthew…"
"… Because I'm not going to let you do that, Gilbert… I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me but if you're going to tell on me, you're just going to carry it to your grave, my identity that is…"
I clenched the sharp weapon at my hand tightly, urging myself to make the kill but somehow it got delayed, giving the Prussian a time to talk.
"If you're going to do that, then before you kill me, you have to know something about me…" he said in a low voice, his tone dropping.
I felt his hand closed in my own under his jaw and with surprising strength, he was able to maneuver it away from him. He then unhurriedly faced me, a somber expression in his visage.
He looked at me with those grave but non-comical serious, scarlet oculars. His lips broke into a small distant smile.
"You're not the only one who has secrets, Matthew…" he stated, his voice flat and expressionless, "I am too has another side of me that no one has never seen before…
"I'm the same as you, Mattie… I'm also a killer…"
Heavy stillness fell upon us as his words rang clear in the air. The afternoon glow had disappeared and it's now twilight. The blinds of my room were half open but were drawn down from the ceiling. My room was neat and everything in place except a few books here and there and some strewn clothes at the dresser.
Soon, my doubtful voice echoed, my eyes wide behind my glasses.
"What…"
The albino glimpsed away, "However I'm not working alone… I'm part of a company called Blanc Co., an organization who helps out people and manages half of the society underground… In this school, there are others I know that works in the same group… My code name is the Great Prussia, my manager "Old Fritz" who handle my workload and schedules… He also acts like my guardian to me and my brother…"
This kind of thing was kind of a lot to take in. So he's also an assassin except he works for this group that I never even heard before…? And what's more, there are others who are like my best friend who works for the same group and also in this school?
I can't simply believe this, but… now that I think about it, he also have those time lapses that he would always disappear on us a few years ago and he ended up being in the hospital every other day. His brother was worried sick about him but he too, didn't know what was the caused…
"Now that I told you mine, how about yours?" he inquired, finally peering at me with questionable cherry orbs, "Why, Matthew Williams; the quiet and polite elder brother of Alfred F. Jones, is being an assassin? For what sole reasonable reason?"
Slap!
"Dearest brother!"
"…"
"This is by far most ridiculous deed that you've ever committed, dear Natalya…"
"…"
"Vanya, please forgive her…! She was only…"
"I apologize, big sister Katsyusha, however; she needs to be punish at least for disobeying my command…"
"… Russia… Please, she's your own blood-related sister! You can't do this to her…"
"Dearest Natalya, my beloved little sister, from this day forward, you are no longer part of my first unit and you are instructed to remain in the manor until I tell you to. Breaking this command means you're going to be grade down to being my slave. Oh and second thing, if you try to come after my precious Northern twins, I will promise you that it will be your last and will result into your death…"
"Vanya! How could you do this…"
"Do you understand me, Belarus?"
"…Yes brother…"
"Very good, da! Now let us dismiss this meeting~"
(Alfred F.J. PoV)
Ring, ring…
I glanced at the bedside table of where my mobile phone was. I raised a brow. Who would be calling at this hour? I was about to ignore but then something told me I should pick it up anyways.
Maybe it's my parents or something but aren't they, like, you know… A feeling of dread filled my head as I imagined what they should have been doing at this time. In bed. Naked.
I shook my head lightly and picked it up, flipping it open. "Hello?"
"Hello? Alfred?"
Well, what do you know? It's Dad. What could have been so important that he can't wait to call me tomorrow?
"Hey, Dad. Do you realize what time it is?"
"I know, I know, dear…" I felt something as I listened hard to his words. Something was wrong. There was worry and tiredness showing in his tone. "Listen, I'm just letting you know that me and your Papa decided to move out again…"
"Move out? Again? Where is it this time?" I already known that my parents love to move about either because the neighborhood does not accept of their relationship or their jobs. This is like the fifth time already since we moved from US.
Dad didn't answer right away. I heard some shuffling and some rustling noise at the background. "Dad?"
"Oh, sorry lad! I've been sorting out our clothes from our trip and I'm, uh, doing the chores too in this big house that your Papa usually lives in…"
Usually lives in? Did he mean… Papa's old house? "Dad… Are you back at France?"
"Yes Al, we're in France, back at Francis's old manor… So if you and your brother plans to drop by in the upcoming holidays, you can just give us a call and we're going to pick you up, okay?"
"Okay…" I gasped as I remembered something. "Dad! Listen, Mattie got into a fight!"
"… A fight? What do you mean?"
"I mean, from what I heard from him, someone threatened him and tried to stab him with a knife or something! He said he was fine though and told Gilbert and I that it wasn't our business and stuff…"
"… Hold on, son, so you mean… Someone harmed little Mattie? With a knife?"
"Yeah, but it's okay! It doesn't look something dangerous or anything… Besides he said he was alright…"
"… Okay… Alfred, you have to listen to me… This is important…"
I tensed at the sudden seriousness of my parent. "Yeah, I'm all ears…"
"You are the only one who can watch over Matthew from there, okay? Me and Papa won't be in contact for awhile because of some business meetings. If there's something wrong, call me in this number: 1-xxx-xxxx-9782. You\re the only who can protect Matthew in our stead, got that?"
My thoughts were all jumbled up from what he had just said. Protect Mattie? Watch over him? "Dad…? Is there any trou…"
"I have to hang up now, Alfred… Remember what I told you, okay? You're a hero, aren't you? So please…"
"Dad…"
"I love you, Alfred. Bye."
"Da-"
Click. Beep beep beep beep…
I slowly held the phone away from me and stared at it with wide, anxious eyes. Is Dad and Papa in some sort of trouble? Why do they want me to watch over Mattie?
I frowned. "I don't… understand…"
But at that time… I wish I did…
(Matthew W. PoV)
I looked away from him, my eyes hidden beneath my blond locks, "As much as I want to tell you… I can't…"
"Why?"
I gritted my teeth as I scowled at the wall, yet said nothing. I felt him because rigid and he sighed.
"I'm just being a good friend here, Birdie…" he told me, rubbing the back of his head, shaking his head too, "If you don't want to tell me, then don't… It's not like I'm pushing you or anything… However, if you're in a pinch or in trouble, know that I'm always here for you… Always…"
He then turned and headed to the door, without glancing back. When he had exited, a flash of memory flickered in my whirling thoughts.
It was my childhood memory of the near abduction of my brother… We were playing in the park by ourselves. We were ten almost and was the fifth year anniversary of being adopted by Papa and Dad.
I remember my brother running off to the woods, chasing after the ball he had thrown at me. I wasn't able to catch it and flew to the forbidden forest. Me, being a kid that I was, was too scared to go after it, but my brother who has a hero complex ever since volunteered.
After half an hour, I haven't seen a sign of him and when I decided to get Papa and Dad at the nearby store, a block away from the park, I heard a shriek of help. A familiar voice.
My brother.
Even now, I could still feel the panic rising within me as I scurried after where I last seen him. But then, I too, got lost after a few minutes of mindless quick wandering. I was about to cry too but then a stranger in black suit approached me and gave me a pat on the head…
That was the first time I had met David, my manager, in his middle twenties. However, he had claimed that I had met him when I was younger back in Russia's house, but I can't remember half of when I was younger than five.
"Are you lost?" he had asked me. I nodded but I whined to him that I have to search for my brother.
"Do you want my help to search for your brother?" I nodded again with tears in my large, mauve eyes.
He held up a hand at me and I took it. That was my first step of being what I am now.
When we had found Alfred, he was being held down by a large man with a tan coat and a white long scarf. He was carrying a large pipe faucet and was rather looking ominous.
… That person… Looks familiar…
"Mattie! Help!"
"Alfred!"
"Ah~ There's the other one. You save me a lot of effort and time to look for you, young Kanada… You are so much bigger now that I've last seen you…"
"Russia… Let go of the kid now…"
"…Why would I listen to a traitor like you, da? Now that I've gotten what I want and you brought the other subject, I will kill you now, da?"
Deep inside, I felt anger and fear well up strangely. I gripped my tiny fists at my sides as I watched them helplessly. David had managed to snatch my brother away from the kidnapper and was able to run away with me and Alfred. When were in a safe distance, he had made Alfred drink something and knocked my brother unconscious. I was about to cry again but he had assured me that he was only sleeping. Being a naïve kid, I believed him. Then…
"Say… This could happen again…."
"Huh? What do you mean…?"
"I mean, your brother might get taken away again, if we're not careful…"
"What! I don't want that! What do I do?"
"That's simple…You'll have to kill that person who tried to hurt your brother…"
"Kill… him? But…"
"You don't want your brother to be hurt again like that, right?"
"… But I don't know how…"
"Don't worry… I'll teach you…"
"Really?"
Ever since that day, we would meet whenever he send me a note or drop by in the same place (the park). He would teach me many things ranging to targets and strategies. He had complimented me about my quick developing skills and mental strength. I never told anyone about my secret meetings with him, not even my parents.
At the age of fifteen, it was high time that I should tell my parents about my strange outings. He had met them and lied to them that I was his manager of one of the newspapers studio and he had hired me to do some photography and illustrations.
My parents had easily accepted him since I know him well enough and were in good terms to each other. They never questioned about me again about my sudden disappearances.
Years passed and our friendship grew strong, my skills went into advanced level in no time and I was known through out the under ground world. They had entitled me the "Ghost Reaper" since I make my kills in stealth and in a cleanest way if possible.
"Matthew?"
I blinked my indigo orbs as I came back from reality. I took a breath in before turning to the person. It was none other than my mentor and my manager, David.
"David," I breathed. He approached and gave me a case file wordlessly. I grabbed it from his grasp.
"An assignment?" I questioned at him, "But I still have a client…"
"Don't worry," he replied, looking as blank as ever, "This will be quick for you… This is an assignment connected to the person who you're looking for…"
I became stressed at the sudden statement. My brows creased down, my face probably was wrinkle lines from doing that a lot of times.
He took my silence that I had accepted the assignment. He backed away to where he came from which was my window. I felt a breeze brushed my blond bangs from my eyes and he was gone.
I opened the folder and read the contents intently:
Operative: Anonymous
Target: Wang Yao aka China
Profession: drug trafficker, slave auctioneer, Chinese head mafia
GLK (Given Location for the Kill): NY Building, Ruby Diamond City, ONT
Objective: Obtain information about G-MINUS and silence the target after.
Time Limit: One month.
Defector: JAPAN
{Point Blanc :: Noir}