I got the 7th chapter up yay. I got some weird family history in my mom's side. Apparently I am related to Jean Lafitte the pirate. So now I am Native American, Anglo-Africian, Russian, Prussian, German and French. From what I heard it was on my mom's side it was the German married the Prussian and one of their kids married the Russian. On my dad's side Jean Lafitte had a mistress (she was half black half white) and he picked her up in the Cariabean. He took her to Louisiana and she bared his kids. Since then Jean's kids marriged into the natives. Then my mom and my dad got together and had me, I got a fucked up family. Okay on with the story, Ivan.
Ivan: Phantom does not own Hetalia in anyway just the crazy mind in which this was concoced in.
Me: Hey it's not that bad in there.
Ivan: Then how did you come up with Alfred.
Me:... *sweat drop* I plead the fifth. Я умоляю пятый.
Warning: Implied rape
~Canadian Slave~
Wake-up Call
Gilbert woke up lying on soft, rich green grass. The grass was at least a foot tall, maybe taller. The last thing he remembered was getting shot and Matthew being taken away. He stood up but had to stop as a wave of dizziness came over him. Surveying his surrounding he noticed something familiar but foreign at the same time.
The grass went as far as the eye can see all around but there were mountains in a circle all around him, almost like a bowl. There was a large oak tree in the middle of the bowl. A large lake was by the tree with the sun dancing off of it, like jewels to the eye. The sky was a bright blue with fluffy clouds floating in it.
When Gilbert looked by the tree he felt something drawing him that way. Gilbert started to walk towards it but he started to run as fast as he could after a while. He wanted to get there, something was calling him. In a matter of minutes he was ten feet from the tree. The tree had a lot of shade under it and a swing from one of the branches facing the lake.
There was a person swinging and humming to no one in particular. Gilbert's eyes went wide when he noticed the person. His blond wavy hair was going back and forth under the swinging motion. Long slender legs were moving back and forth making the swing move. Slender arm were covered by a long sleeve shirt and his lightly gripped the rope of the swing.
"M…Matthew!" Gilbert chocked out.
Said boy whipped his head around and his lavender eyes sparked, "Gilbert."
Matthew just jumped off the swing and ran over to Gilbert. He stopped about two feet away. Gilbert stared at the Matthew look-a-like. He was wearing the same thing the last time Gilbert saw him, white boxers that hugged his legs and an oversized white button up shirt. His ear were up and his tail playfully moving behind him. Gilbert quickly encircled the boy and buried his head in his hair.
"I never thought I would get to see you again." Gilbert cried against the boy.
"Gilbert you're squishing me." Matthew got out.
"Sorry. I just…" Gilbert could not finish his sentence.
"I know, I know don't worry about it." Matthew brushed away the tears coming from Gilbert.
"I could not protect you." Gilbert fell to his knees and hugged Matthew's legs. "I promised I would and I couldn't."
Matthew placed his hands on Gilbert's hair, "It's alright Gilbert I don't blame you."
"But I couldn't."
Matthew huffed, "Gilbert Beilschmidt, stop beating yourself up over it, I'm not blaming you."
Gilbert just stared up at Matthew but said nothing.
Matthew made Gilbert stand up, "I'm not blaming you for anything. The only thing I am blaming you for is not finishing what we started this morning." Matthew smiled, "But nothing else, so don't beat up yourself over it because you are not at fault. Come on lets go to the swing."
Gilbert went sit on the swing like Matthew said and Matthew sat on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Matthew's small waist and rested his head on the small shoulder. Gilbert pushed off the ground and let himself and Matthew rock back and forth. Matthew snuggled into the body behind him. Gilbert had no clue what was going on this person looked like Matthew, smelled, touched and talked like him too. If he could Gilbert wished he can stay here with Matthew for the rest of his life or undead life, he was still confused on that.
"Matthew where am I?" Gilbert asked.
"You're in purgatory." Matthew shrugged.
"Then why are you here."
"I'm the person you wanted the most so I'm here to ease the transaction between life and death."
"I'm…dead."
"Yes and no. The people upstairs are still deciding wither or not to let you live or send you upstairs."
"But I have done so many horrible things in my life." Gilbert buried himself into the crook of Matthew's neck.
Matthew put a hand on Gilbert's head, "That doesn't matter though. Good or bad, straight or gay, they don't care about that. You only go to hell if you are a fallen angel or the really bad people like Adolf Hitler or Rasputin, those kinds of people. Time's up."
When Gilbert lifted his head and opened his eyes Matthew was straddling him, "I'm not going anywhere without you." He said.
Matthew pushed his forehead to Gilbert's and stared straight into his eyes, "Go find me, I know you can. You can save me from the hell I'm in there. Now close your eyes." Gilbert did as what was said. "Now when I say 'three' open your eyes, I promise everything is going to be okay."
"I'm not going anywhere without you." Gilbert complained.
"One."
"Matthew, I don't want to leave."
"Two."
"Please don't make me."
"Come find me I know you can save me, be my savior Gilbert, my knight in shining armor. Three."
Gilbert woke up for the second time. He sleepily looked around to see he was in an all-white room, even though it was blurred. The strong smell of disinfectants was in the air. The constant beeping of machines was starting to come into the picture. He curled his fingers and found out he was touching something soft and something plastic. It was almost like all his senses were coming back one by one. He tried to sit up but groaned in pain instead.
"Bruder, don't try to move. I'm going to call for the nurse" A voice said beside him.
Gilbert was able to turn his head to see Ludwig sitting beside him and pressing the button on the side of the bed to call the nurse. When Ludwig turned back he had a worried but relived expression on his face. Gilbert tried to talk but found out he could not because of a tube down his throat. Ludwig and Gilbert just stared at each other for about a good five minutes.
A nurse came in all happy, "It's nice to see you are awake, Mr. Beilschmidt. I'm sorry if you cannot talk, we had to put a breathing tube down your throat because you stopped breathing on us twice. I'm going to take it out right now so you may have some discomfort." The nurse lightly grabbed Gilbert's jaw and slowly pulled the breathing tube out.
Gilbert coughed before wheezing out, "What…happened?"
The nurse put a glass of water near Gilbert's mouth, which he greedily drank down, "You were shot near your heart, just a few centimeters more and you would have been dead. You have been out for quite a while."
"How much is a while." Gilbert asked his voice still shaky.
"Two weeks. You have been in a coma for two weeks." Ludwig answered the question.
Gilbert just stared at his brother, "That can't be possible, can it?"
The nurse just shook her head, "No it's true, and you were in a coma for two weeks. On a two occasions you almost died in the first week, you were in critical condition. The second week you were stabilized. The doctor thought you would be out for a good month, he will be here in a second please be patient." She left through the door.
"It's not like I can go anywhere." Gilbert mumbled.
"Gilbert what happened? The neighbors called 911 because they heard gunshots go off. What made you have to pull out a gun?" Ludwig asked.
"Not a 'what' a 'who". Damn bastard took Matthew." Gilbert growled.
"Who took him?" Ludwig eyes were a little wider.
"One of his past owners, Alfred, I think was his name. I shot the bastard three times and he still didn't go down."
"Three times, are you sure he wasn't wearing a vest?"
"Once in the leg, which went straight through, once in the shoulder and gut too. I know he was wearing a vest all he did was recoil when I shot him in the gut."
"It might have been adrenaline pumping when that's flowing through the body there is barely any pain, a pinch like pain."
The door opened, "Good evening Mr. Beilschmidt, I am Dr. Roderich Edelstein and I have been in charge with your stay here." The doctor walked in.
Gilbert rolled his eyes, "Großartig, ich hab einen nerdy Arzt bekommen. (Great, I got a nerdy doctor.)"
Roderich just looked at him, "Dann sollten sie vielleicht wissen, dass ich der Mann bin, der Ihnen nun zum dritten Mal das Leben gerettet hat. (I'll let you know I was the man who saved your life, three times now.)"
Gilbert and Ludwig looked at the doctor wide eyed and confused.
"I can speak fluent German, English and Spanish, I am originally from Austria." Roderich sighed.
Gilbert found out quickly that it hurt to move, "How long am I going to be in here, I want to go home."
"A month, three at the most, basically it is that long because of where you were shot and the severity of it. If you have do not have any problems after a month you can go home, but with a nurse for safety. You will be allowed to have visitors, roam around the hospital but not outside unless on the balcony, those are watched by nurses, and allowed to have games and electronics in here. By what the nurse wrote down you seem to be in better conditions, hopefully you get batter faster. Do any of you have any questions?"
"I have none what so ever." Ludwig shook his head.
"I got two. Can I eat something, I'm hungry even those I got an IV and can I please sit up, laying down and not being able to move it pissing me off." Gilbert asked.
Roderich walked over to the controller on the side of the bed and pressed the button to put the bed in the seating position. "After tonight we will start you on something light to see how you react to the food then we will put you on heavier things when that happens someone can bring you food. If you excuse me I have other patients to tend too." With that he left.
"Okay, give me what happened at home, every last detail." Ludwig said with a serious face.
~Canadian Slave~
Alfred was finishing some paperwork for some loans for the businesses in his West Virginia territory in his apartment, where he was now. He was kind of pissed that he was now confined to a wheelchair because of the gunshot wounds. He looked down to see, the naked, Matthew sleeping soundly on his lap. Alfred knew the wet spot forming on his pants leg was his cum leaking out of Matthew's backside. His tail was motionless and his ears were down, the sign that he was still alive was his breathing.
Alfred remembered how it was on the first day Matthew was back in his possession. He had never seen Matthew fight back or bear his teeth before. Even though he was still majorly injured Alfred was able to subdue Matthew. He remembered leaving Matthew on the couch on the plane the rest of the flight, naked and a mixture of blood and cum coming out of him.
He was surprised when his little pet actually bled. For six years he trained Matthew and after two months a flexible ring had formed and he never bled again, now that he was it was signaling Alfred to retrain him because apparently his last owners did not work with him. He pushed Matthew to wake him up and got a mumble from the boy. Alfred pushed harder and Matthew's shoulder targeted the desk, in which the pain woke him up.
"Go take a shower and get to the chores." Alfred demanded.
Matthew just bared his fangs again and growled. Alfred slapped him on his cheek making his head whip around.
"Go." He demanded again.
Matthew stood up from the chair and, on shaky legs, walked out the office door and towards the bathroom. Alfred had already made the decision to leave West Virginia to go to Montana. He wanted to go to Kentucky to see his horses but he wanted to be on the opposite end of the country from that damn albino. Alfred swore to himself to never to let the two meet again on his life.
~Canadian Slave~
Matthew turned on the water for the shower. His backside was horribly sore and he really did not want to walk, just sleep. He hated Alfred with a passion especially after the rape, yeah he did not give his consent it was rape. Alfred was always so forceful when things did not go his way. Matthew learned that when Alfred was in one of his moods to stay far, far away from the man because if he did he would not be able to walk for days, it happened before, and would be forced to work after it was done.
After the water was ready Matthew stepped into the shower, letting the water relax his muscles. Matthew placed one of his hands on the shower wall. He pushed two fingers into himself of the mess inside, something he had to do after. Just the feeling of cum being inside him made him feel sick to his stomach especially after so many years of not feeling that feeling. He hated it just like he hated giving blowjobs to that god awful man.
Matthew got out the shower after that was done. He walked with a towel around his waist to the bedroom he was forced to share with Alfred. He dropped the towel once he was in the room. Walking to the closest he felt sluggish and just wanted to go to sleep on the bed but he knew he could not. He tugged on a pair of light blue jeans and a red long sleeve shirt.
He trotted into the kitchen to make Alfred dinner. Apparently they were having roast. Matthew chopped the vegetables and placed them in the pan with the roast. He placed it in the oven and started to work on the days' worth of dishes in the sink. Matthew started to coffee pot because there was none and when Alfred wanted coffee he wanted it then and there.
"Matthew, I want coffee now." Alfred yelled.
Matthew quickly fixed the coffee the way Alfred liked then carefully, but quickly, ran to the office. Alfred had an annoyed look on his face and was rapidly taping his pen on the desk. For Matthew that was a bad sign. Alfred was calling Matthew over by his finger. Matthew knew what was about to happen, he placed the coffee cup on the desk and walked around the desk to stand by Alfred. Alfred grabbed Matthew by his upper arm and pulled him into a kiss.
Matthew had no choice to kiss back. Gilbert please come save me.
~Canadian Slave~
I hope ya'll like this chapter. I really did not like my last chapter came out so I hope I made up for it in this on. Let's hope I get more reviews on this chapter. I thought I was going to get killed by Broken. Hell for a second there will Gilbert living. Hope I made your day. The next chapter might not come out for 2 to 3 weeks because I am going to band and work cause because of brace on my leg let like yeah you got to go now. Damn band director. Remember more reviews boost my confidence with the story and that means better chapters. So more reviews please because I will be under stress these next few weeks. See you next chapter or if you read another one of my stories see ya'll.
