Not everything is as it appears
By Chiabride
A/N: Hi everyone! Not going to put much up here because I don't want to crowd the top page so most of the stuff I want to say will be at the bottom. But I will say up here is that for those who have not been re-reading chapters 1 through 4 I have some shocking news... Kunoichi-Shea (the wonderful girl who started beta-reading on chapter 5) has been kind enough to go through the previous chapters and fix them! So lets all thank her for being awesome. Also I've started to date all future chapters based on time they were started, chapter was finished, and finally when the beta-reader returned the chapter. This is purely for the benefit of knowing how long the chapter took for completion since I'm really bad with dates. Okay so all the apologies, explanations, everything else I want to say is at the end of the chapter.
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Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia and I don't. If I did Matthew would be a girl and there would be more of him… er… her in the series.
Warnings: language? (If you spot anything else that should be a warning tell me)
Chapter title: 2 am, Prime Ministers, and Transformations.
Date chapter was started: December 25th 2010
Date chapter was finished: part 1: January 6th 2011, part 2: January 9th 2011, part 3: January 18th 2011
Date chapter was returned from beta-reader: January 18th 2011
Bold Italic Text: Mental thought
Plain Italic Text: Foreign language
Bold Text: Yelling
Bold Italic Underscore Text: Emphasis or Emphasizing
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[At the home of the Canadian Prime Minister]++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Jean Chrétien was startled from his sleep by the ringing of the phone on his bedside table and as he reached for the item that had disturbed his slumber he glanced at his digital clock. Seeing that the time read "2 am" the prime minister groaned at the fact that he'd gotten so little sleep before someone decided to wake him with business that obviously could not wait until a reasonable hour.
So with a croaking voice that one only gets when they are woken too early and an impatient tone that comes with being woken like this he answered. "Hello?"
"Sir. I'm Lieutenant John Smith with the C.S.T." Jean mentally groaned at hearing the initials of the Canadian Surveillance Team and knew that if this was not important then it wouldn't just be cut backs with them this time. Wishing for the young soldier to know his discontent he ordered. "Lieutenant it's two a.m. Get to the point."
"Yes sir! Sorry for calling you so late it's just, there was an incident at the target's residence." The lieutenant said speaking as if he was just giving a normal report something that gave the impression that whatever the incident was could have waited. So taking the lieutenant's call as highly inappropriate Chrétien proceeded to tell the soldier just how inappropriate this was. "Lt. Smith you have called me at such an hour to report on an incident that from the tone of your voice must not be of much importance and if this being the case could and should have waited until a decent hour. Next time you feel the need to disturb someone at this hour of night... DON'T! Now good night soldier!"
With that the prime minister hung up... No knowledge, until hours later when he was at his desk reading over the written report of the "incident".
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[Kumajirou]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Kumajirou plopped his large behind onto the hard wood floor in front of the door that he'd been trying and failing to pry open. Hours ago he'd awoken to the sound of the little one screaming, the scent of her blood, by which has grown putrid as the hours pass, and a door that was locked. Sometime while he'd been asleep "Kanata" had hastily left the room locking it and leaving him inside unable to free himself. Now hours later and with the sun starting to rise he'd finally given up trying to get his claws through any crack the door had... to no avail. Letting out a low growl the polar bear mentally cursed the door for being impossible for him to open in either his small cute form or the form he was in now. Make no mistake if he could have broken down the door without upsetting the little one so much that not even his cute form would get him forgiven, he'd have rammed the door down but as it was he liked keeping the little one happy.
Glaring at the door he ignored the window behind him opening but the strong stench of age and caribou did not get past his nose as he inhaled just as a person slipped inside the room. Though never moving his body or his eyes from their train of sight on the door he heard the intruder move around the room not really doing anything. But it was not until the intruder decided to move to his side and stare at the bear did Kumajirou give a warning growl to the offender, this however earned a tut from the one he had growled at. This added to the aggravation of being not able to free himself from the room made the large creature get up and swipe at the other being, who with ease jumped out of the way.
Giving a hard glare to the other who the stench wafted off of so freely, he poised his body for attacking and a much louder growl, which possibly woke any whom might have been in the house and next door, had the other putting his hands up to signify that he came in peace. The act however did not put the other in any state of ease as he knew to not trust "their" kind and in a dark tone he spoke in a tongue that was far more ancient then what his appearance would allow you to believe he was capable of speaking. "Tekkeitsertok not that your presence is of interest to me because in all honesty I have as much interest in you as I do a dead fly what brings you away from your work and running around with the beast you so enjoy smelling like?"
"Well Nanuq we can't all avoid our jobs to sit around pretending to be adorable with Kanata..."
"You smelly grass eater I don't sit around... I've been protecting Kanata since the failure-"
"And hence why you're stuck here fighting a door that you obviously could have opened if you had changed like me, while Nootaikok and Tootega fished her out of the sea before Aipaloovik drug her down to Tornarsuk?"
It was with those words that the one known as Tekkeitsertok was tackled to the floor as large paws dug sharp claws into his shoulders and a large white mussel baring teeth demanded. "Where?"
"T-Tootega's stone hut." He answered the bear in fear and surprise. The bear in a flash, removed himself and transformed from what was believed to only be a bear body to that of a man dressed all in white furs and disappeared out the window.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[Matthew]++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The smell of burning wood and the heat of a fire had the female nation waking up once more against her will. This time though she could feel a sort of freezing cold on her brain which made her reactions slow and sluggish. So that was possibly why at this moment she was not freaking out about her attempted suicide not working, or the fact she was possibly in some strange person's home or the giant floating eyeball staring down at her. Freezing up as that last thought and the sight above her collided a hand shot out and held her firmly down. Though continuing to be perfectly aware of the thing that defied all logic she decided to look at the face of the one that the hand belonged to. It was then she discovered three things, one this person had his other hand on her forehead somewhat blocking her sight, two what she could see past the appendage was the face of a man whom looked as if he belonged to the people of her north, and finally three the man was chanting.
She did not know if it was the strange comfort she felt coming from the man's hands, his chanting, or the stress of everything but Matthew found herself falling back asleep. Never noticing if there were others in the room with her, besides the man chanting and the giant floating eye.
Hours later Matthew found herself once more waking this time calmer and a strange sense of peace something she'd only once felt. Years ago in British Columbia with Daan...
Matthew squeezed her eyes shut quickly and willed that memory away as she continued to lie there for a bit longer. It was when her back started to hurt from laying on something that was not a mattress did she decide to sit up and luckily the sight that greeted her this time was not a floating eyeball but an old woman stoking the fire that was the room's only source of heat.
Feeling the need to rub her temples she moved to do so only for the memories of what she could only distinguish as coming from last night flashed just as her fingers touched her forehead. Looking to the arm that had been put in a cast she was shocked to find that her appendage was free of plaster or whatever it was that they used to make those things. Still slightly in shock she reached around to check the area that had been sliced only to find that it was miraculously healed. She started to panic.
It was a good panic too but short lived as a wizened voice said. "Good to see that Eeyeekalduk has not lost his touch, even though he's not practiced in a while."
Looking up she blinked at the old woman whose back was turned from her. "Excuse me?"
"Eeyeekalduk... He healed you. Now food is there, clothes are there, and you've been out quite some time so be careful standing. Now once you are able to walk you must come outside." The old woman said after she stood, pointed to certain points in the room to indicate where the items were, and made her way out. Feeling just a little bit odd by the... well she really didn't know if she could call it an exchange. And for awhile Matthew sat looking at the door scratching her head after the elder woman disappeared but that did not last long as she her stomach made indication that it needed to be filled.
Once her stomach had been filled she'd turned to the clothes which thankfully a) there were only two and b) she was still in her underwear. Knowing what items would be from memory of the region she picked up the double layered pants and proceeded to try standing. That in itself was a choir as she could feel the weakness in her knees and her legs barely wanted to hold her weight. Wobbling over to the closest wall, she used it as leverage to slip the item on and was not just glad that she had not fallen but also that they fit just right. Letting out a puff of air she proceeded to wobble back over to where she'd left the parka and fell on her rump when she squatted to pick it up.
She started to become steadier and more of sure of her steps after the boots were on but a loud ruckus outside made her curious. Making her way out she was surprised to find the ruckus was coming from a group which included the old woman circled around two men fighting. Not entirely sure what to do she stood watching and feeling terribly stupid for trying to drown and freeze herself. She was a nation and to do that was as if she was just handing her lands over that asshole America which was entirely insane.
Closing her eyes she scratched her head mentally beating herself up for the insanity that made her escape from the hospital. When she opened them again she was face to eye with the giant floating eyeball from before and proceeded to scream.
When the eyeball floated away and she'd stopped before passing out Matthew saw that the group which now included the two males had turned to look at her. This surprised her as well because normally no one noticed if she screamed but all was short lived as two other men rushed up, lifted her by the forearms, and carried her down to the center.
'OH GOD WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO NOW!'
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[To be Continued]++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A/N continued: O_o The chapter is complete? It is? YAY! Oh man I cannot begin to say how sorry I am for this not getting out sooner. I really really tried. Believe me. I don't know how many of you watch Red vs Blue but for those of you who have seen the show you might get this. Right after I finished the last chapter (and apparently this one as well) and before I sent it off to the beta I was actually quoting two lines Church makes in episode 81. (for fun guess what the quotes were) By the way if you have never watched Red vs Blue I maybe surprised but won't hold it against you.
Okay now for why this took as long as it did. First off I have another story that I'm writing that had to be updated. It took a good chunk of time as I had slight writers block and I had to have another author check my work to make sure I was not copying hers. Once that was done and she read it. (Also beta-read it which was a shocker) I started on this chapter. Secondly I had to retire my old laptop because my sister said it would make a great promotion for the I love my Dell commercials. So for Christmas I received a new laptop and I had to transfer all my data from that laptop to the one I'm currently using. Unfortunately the laptop only came with word pad which really sucks because my other laptop had Microsoft word processor on it and my history with word pad is bad. Also I need a spell-check/dictionary/thesaurus when I'm writing because I mess up sometimes. Lucky for me supplies writers with a program on the front page that has something just as good and it's free. Too bad it doesn't have a dictionary or a thesaurus function. Finally I did not just pace myself with this chapter I also went through it with something a kin to a fine tooth comb if you can believe that. But what I mean by that is that I went over every sentence making sure that they all and I mean ALL of them fit with what was going on.
So I'm sorry to have made you wait even though it may or may not look like I am. Also sorry for being so long winded. Okay off to work on the next chapter. Please keep reading and if you feel like it tell me what you think because I love it when people write to me. Also I finally got my 100th review which is AWESOME!
Explanations:
Jean Chrétien: Was the prime minister from November 4th 1993 to December 12th 2003
John Smith: Just a random soldier I was too lazy to give a proper name to he and the rest of his Co-workers ultimately get fired.
Kanata: the inuit or aboriginal word for village or settlement and in this is Canada/Matthew's real name even when you look up Canadian history this word pops up.
Inuit Gods:
Tekkeitsertok: god of hunting and master of Caribou, one of the most important hunting gods in the Inuit pantheon. Tekkeitsertok is also the protecter of any creatures that enter any parts of the northern sky. He has the power to bring aid to the creature who enters his property, or to band them from the area. In here Nanook and he do not get along because they are both hunting gods.
Nanuq or Nanook: Is the literal word for polar bears in the aboriginal or Inuit language of Canada he's also master of bears and decides if hunters have followed all applicable taboos and if they deserve success in hunting bears. Kumajirou existence has baffled me and what I had so far for him was just transforming into a larger form which did not sit well with me. But doing research produced This beauty.
Nootaikok: A god that presides over iceburgs and glaciers.
Tootega: is a wisened old goddess, who lives in a stone hut and has the ability to walk on water.
Aipaloovik: is an evil sea god associated with death and destruction.
Tornarsuk: is a god of the underworld and head of the protective gods known as the tornat.
Eeyeekalduk: God of medicine and good health
Issitoq or Isitoq: A deity who punishes those who break taboos. He takes the form of giant floating eye.