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Dean looks at the two in front of him, both laughing like maniacs, while he is just confused. He turns to his brother to see that Sam has the same confused expression.
"Why the hell are you two laughing?" Sam asks. Gilbert and Matthew look up.
"What do you mean? You just asked us about being vampires." Gilbert states. "That's ridiculous. And of course I age, doesn't everyone?"
"But, we have proof. We saw some pictures, and they look just like you."
"You know that there are other albinos right?" Gilbert scoffs, his face turning into one of disgust. Dean has an expression of guilt for a mere second, before it turns into amusement.
"Well if you're so confident, how about we test that?" Dean smirks. "I can tell what you are, even if you aren't a vampire."
"Then let's do that, go get whatever scheiße you need, we'll be waiting." Gilbert says the final line, and the conversation ends. Sam and Matthew look worriedly their partner, (AN: Just in case you thought this, Dean and Sam are not in a relationship. I meant that in no sexual way.) both sensing the tension between them.
After about ten minutes, a knock is heard once again on the door of Matthew Williams' hotel room. Gilbert gets up, but Matthew makes him sit down so he can answer the door without any drama. A smiling Dean and an annoyed Sam is what he is met with at the door.
"Sorry we took so long." Sam holds up a large bag, full of god knows what. "Dean made sure we got everything."
Matthew just smiles at the brothers and lets them in, making sure that Gilbert and Dean sit far from each other. The self-proclaimed Prussia just sits, not bothering to pay attention, as many horrifying items are taken from each brothers' bag.
"Okay should we start with salt?" Dean face is what you call, frightening, as he asks. Gil and Matt both nod. "Okay, hold out your index finger." The albino and the blondie shrug their shoulders. Sam pours a small amount of salt on each of the finger held out to him. "Now eat it." The two put the salt in their mouth, cringing at the disgusting taste, but not showing any burning or injury.
"Okay, that didn't work." Dean's smile falters, but brightens up again instantly. "How about we try something else?" The two being interrogated groan.
For the next hour or so this repeats. Sam and Dean trying something that supposedly hurts supernatural beings, and Gilbert and Matthew not being affected. The only object that caused any suspicious behavior being a knife. The two would pull down their sleeves immediately, not going unseen by the brothers.
"Okay, this is ridiculous! What the hell are you? We've tried salt, holy water, silver, crosses! We even tried a stake for heavens' sake!" Dean growls. Finally, Matthew gets upset. He stands up, and stomps his feet on the ground, not caring about the people below him.
"How about you shut up, Dean? You've tested us for all this shit, not even giving us a chance to ask exactly what you're doing! I have had enough being nice!" The three other occupants of the room look surprised at the outburst. "You burst into our hotel room asking ridiculous questions. You throw water at us, make us eat salt, cut us, and even make us prick ourselves with a piece of wood! You want to know what the hell we are, okay." Gilbert stands up at this, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, shaking his head. Matthew doesn't even look at him. "We're nations, people that represent bodies of land all over earth. We live forever, but have never caused harm to anyone outside of war. I am the personification of Canada, the country you are currently in. Second largest land mass in the world. Gilbert is the ex-nation of Prussia, land of the Teutonic Knights. It is now known as East Germany and the southwest part of Poland." Matthew takes a moment to breathe, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Now that you know what we are, I will give you two options." He opens his eyes and glares at the brothers. "You don't tell anyone, not a soul. Or, we kill you, breaking a rule that has stayed between nations for all the time we have existed."
Sam and Dean, both look at each other, trying to soak in all the information just given to them. Neither of them know what to say. This, of course, isn't information you're given every day.
"Okay," Sam's voice sounds slightly defeated. "We won't tell anyone, but you have to do something for us too." The nation, and ex-nation, nod. "Can you help us, I mean, with our job. You know, a hunters?"
Matthew and Gilbert's eyes widen. This job is very serious, and they both know it. They have both known hunters from far back, each and every one died, though, from either sickness or murder. If they went through with this offer, they may see the brothers die also. They may not know them well, but they still don't like seeing death of people known to them. A familiar feeling of sadness will overwhelm them, and they will cry. Feel like they should have done something. Feel useless. This feeling is what causes their emotions to never come out, these times always take it all out, leaving no sadness for others'.
"Ja, we will help you," Gilbert, taking his hand off of Matthew's shoulder, sits back down. "but you have to promise that you will use all that's in your power-"
"And not die." Matthew finishes. The brothers look into the nations' eyes, looking to make sure they're serious. Neither find a piece of any other emotions than warning and sadness.
"Okay. Gilbert and Matthew, we promise."
Wow, okay that was the most serious thing I have ever written. I still can't believe how I got so into this chapter. I feel like I should have wrote more, but I'm going to have to wait a while before I get used to writing this story. Thank you for reading my fanfiction! Reviews if you want, it really helps out with my writing!