Hetalian House of Night
This is just a little idea that I had in my mind thanks to reading the H.O.N. books. It won't have any of the characters from the books. So, I guess… I'm not sure. It's the Hetalia version.
Chapter One:
"A dream?" Arthur said through the phone, sounding groggier than normal.
Matthew nodded, although knowing that his English friend wouldn't be able to see the gesture. Matthew sighed, "Do you think I'll be Marked too?"
"Not sure. That is a very peculiar dream you had. Anyone would have the same suspicion, Mattie. If you are, just hope you're going to attend the same House of Night as us." Arthur told him, knowing that the Hetalian House of Night was not the only House of Night around the Canadian.
Arthur had been marked three years ago, making him a Fifth Former in school. He was brilliant, and was exceptionally good at Fencing. Which, if Matthew spent a little more time thinking about it, was rather odd. Arthur as a fencer?
"I don't know if I want to be Marked. That would mean changing my whole life and I'm not… I don't-"
Arthur laughed, "Really, there is nothing wrong with it, Matthew."
"Don't you miss your family?" Matthew asked then.
There was a silence on the other end of the line. Arthur sat there for what seemed like an eternity. It was a good, no great possibility that Arthur would never see his family again. The Change had not been completed through him, and Matthew knew as well as anyone that Arthur was one of the vampyres who feared death. The day Arthur was marked, his whole family acted as if he'd gotten the plague, and that it was highly contagious. Not to mention the stereotypes being thrown into the air that Arthur was now a blood hungry, flesh eating monster.
Arthur was not a monster, and he was perfectly fine the way he was.
"I miss them." Arthur said lowly.
Matthew scanned the room around him, listening to the off-key singing that was coming from the upstairs bathroom. Alfred was awake, and if he knew that his twin was talking to his best friend… well… the conversation would become awkward. He couldn't tell his brother about the dream… and he definitely couldn't fathom thinking about having to leave his brother for a new life. As a fledgling vampyre.
"Mattie, I have to be going now."
"Oh!" Matthew gasped, snapped out of his daze, "Right. Time zone… day time. Uh… I'll call later if anything else weird happens. Tell Gil I say hello."
Arthur chuckled again, "Right."
"And, Artie…?"
"Yes, Matthew?"
"Keep this between us?"
"Of course." Arthur said, giving Matthew the reassurance he needed in that moment.
Mattie,
Puh-lease tell me that you're going to send me some more of those yummy pancakes you promised you would send me for my birthday! I know it's only halfway till then… but I really can't wait. If you send them, I promise I won't seize your nether regions. Well… maybe. I cannot guarantee the inevitable.
Love you!
Matthew stared at the letter with a sort of nagging, sad feeling that tugged at each and every heartstring he had. He missed his best friend, so much in fact, that Matthew recalled several events of which he cried. It was hard being without the only real friend he'd made since practically diapers. Gilbert, amoung others (even his brother) understood Matthew to the point of no return. A year ago, before Gilbert was Marked, and shipped to the House of Night, everything was perfect, it was normal. They were both just normal humans, and Gilbert was always there whenever Matthew needed him.
Wiping a stray tear from his cheek, the blonde tucked the letter in his back pocket. He, of course, would send his friend his pancakes. Only because… it seemed to bring him what little comfort was left.
"Mattie, Mattie! Mattie!" Alfred yelled.
Steam swirled out of the bathroom as the boy burst out, having pulled on his (absurdly too tight, as Gilbert would say) jeans. He was struggling to pull a Save the Earth t-shirt on, while stumbling across the hallway leading to the kitchen. There, he slumped against the door, panting.
Matthew sighed, rolling his eyes, "There are no monsters in your bathroom, Al."
"No! That's not it…" Alfred managed between breaths.
Matthew cocked his head to the side, having just noticed that his brother was clutching his phone in left hand. It was flipped open, and sopping wet with water.
"Then what is it?"
"Th…" he sucked in a breath, "That Braginski kid! He was Marked this morning! It's all over Facebook!"
"Wh…what?" Matthew's breath could not have left him any more than it did at that moment.
Ivan? Now Ivan is a vampyre? The overwhelming sensation was too much, and Matthew became a little more scared than he had previously been. Did Arthur know about Ivan? The Canadian made a mental note to call him a little later.
"Aren't you two like… friends?" Alfred asked.
They had been, at least… before Ivan moved back to Russia with his sisters (who were also Marked).
"Mattie? Are you okay?"
Matthew shook his head, shrugged, and then shook his head a little more. There was absolutely nothing he could do about it… Although, Matthew couldn't shake the indescribable gut feeling of fear. His dream surely could have been a sign… But, kids were Marked almost all the time now. So much so, that it seemed every nine out of ten were shipped away. Pulled from their families and into a new life… One that Matthew knew he would never get used to.
"Y…yeah. I'm going to lie down."