Allen didn't stop with Oliver. After he was shooed away by his red headed boyfriend, he slid over to James. When his roaming hands were slapped away, he went to bother Arthur. Eventually, the annoyed Brit shoved him in Alfred's direction.
"Hey Al, whatcha doin'? Readin' that nerd crap still?" Allen was leaning over the blond's shoulders, peering at the star charts in Alfred's book.
"No," Alfred retorted, his voice laced with offense. "It's really cool. Did you know that this one satellite was pointed at an area that looked like empty space but as the years went on it started showing a bunch of stars and stuff and and it turns out that there's a whole entire galaxy there! And a ship that was sent to Pluto a few years ago has finally reached it and it's started sending pictures back! We finally know what Pluto looks like, and it's pretty cool!"
Allen waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. I guess that's pretty neat, but wanna play ball? I'm bored."
Alfred scowled. "No. Why would I wanna play ball with you when you're being a jerk? I'd rather look through these instead," he retorted, gesturing to his star charts. "Play ball with Mattie."
Allen pouted. "But Al," he whined. "The full moon is tonight, and you know it makes me jittery! I can't sit down, and Matt can't keep up with me. He catches like my gran, pitches like 'er, too. No offense Matt," he called in his friend's direction.
"None taken," was Matthew's reply.
"You're the only one that can keep up with me," Allen continued. "I promise I won't call your nerd shit nerd shit anymore. Please Al?" He made a puppy dog face for good measure, sticking his lower lip out and widening his dark eyes pitifully.
Alfred glared at him, but sighed, caving and setting his book down. "Fine," he conceded, picking up a ball and glove while Allen cheered and raced outside with his bat. Alfred rolled his eyes and smiled, unable to stay mad at his friend for long, and ran out to join him, while the others finally enjoyed peace and serenity for awhile.
"You know," Oliver said, breaking the quiet. "I worry about Allen sometimes. I feel bad that he has to spend full moons alone; that must be lonesome, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Matthew agreed. "He seems so reluctant to leave our room on wolf nights, and it always feels like he wants to ask me to come with him but he never does. And he is the only were on campus; it seems like it would be pretty lonely. I just wish I knew what to do to help him."
Oliver shrugged. "There's always-"
"Absolutely not," Arthur interrupted. "I know what you're going to say, and I'm telling you right now that the answer is no."
"What? What's he talking about?" Matthew asked.
"He's talking about becoming a werewolf," James told him.
Silence.
"Well why not?" Matthew wondered, looking at Arthur with one eyebrow raised. "It would help Allen, I bet. And it's not like it would be a bad thing anyway. Allen says changing doesn't hurt very much, and that he has some control on wolf nights. We could be like a pack. I think it would be pretty cool, don't you?" he questioned, turning his attention to James.
James thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah," he agreed. "Al's like a brother to me; I'd do anything to help him out. Plus, um..." he trailed off, looking embarrassed. "Packs are like families, and you guys already are pretty much my family. Never really had one before..."
Matthew smiled and looked back to Arthur. "So why not? Why not do this for Allen?"
Arthur looked uncomfortable, but still managed to keep a grumpy look on his face. "Because," he explained, "Werewolves tend to face a lot of aggression from hunters. Do you want to get tracked down by hunters?"
"So you're ok with Allen getting tracked down by them?" Matthew countered with a frown. "Come on Art, he's practically our brother. Don't you see how happy having a pack would make him? I'm not saying you have to; I just want to make him happy."
Arthur opened and closed his mouth several times and sighed. "You're right," he admitted. "I'm thinking like a coward. Allen is like a brother to us all, except Oliver because they snog too much to be siblings."
Matthew laughed. "So it's decided then? Are we all going to?" He looked around at each of his friends, hoping for confirmation. All of them nodded in response, and so it was unanimous.
"Wait a second," Oliver mumbled, thinking out loud. "You know how I bring Allen his clothes after wolf days because he always shreds them? And how I unlock the basement door in the mornings? Who'll do that for us?"
Matthew hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe one of us should stay human? Or we could ask one of our other friends. Maybe Vera could? She'd never tell anyone about us."
James shrugged. "Matt, Vera's only 11. No offense, but I wouldn't really trust an 11 year old with this kinda stuff."
"Besides that she'd be bringing clothes to six naked boys every day," Arthur piped in. "Do you want your little sister exposed to that kind of thing?"
Matthew winced. "Good point. Uh, what about Francis? Or maybe Lovino? They're trustworthy."
Arthur scoffed. "That frog, trustworthy? Around six naked boys? Really? And Lovino would no doubt be much too annoyed with us to help."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Fine then. Does anyone else have a suggestion?"
Arthur tapped his chin for a moment. "What about James' idea? One of us stays human?"
"That was my idea," Matthew replied, but was ignored.
"That would work," Oliver agreed with his twin. "But who? Should we draw straws?"
"That would be the most fair," James said, nodding. "One sec, I'll grab some."
He went to where they kept their impressive stash of contraband goods, including some Capri Suns, and took four straws. He marked one with a sharpie, and wrapped his fist around the ends. "Pick one," he told them. They each took one, leaving James with the final straw.
"So who got the marked straw?" Arthur asked.
"That would be me, chaps," Oliver sighed. "I suppose it's for the best; I'm much too squeamish for being bitten. This one time at band camp I-"
"So it's settled then," Matthew interrupted, not wanting to hear another of Oliver's famously long stories.
At that moment, Alfred and Allen walked back in, Alfred holding his right arm out in front of him.
"Guys," he shouted excitedly. "Guess who the newest member of Allen's pack is!" He pointed at a bloody bite mark on his forearm, grinning proudly.
Matthew, James, Oliver, and Arthur looked at one another and groaned.
Hey guys! I'm hella sorry for the long wait, but school's been kicking my ass. I'm a senior this year, so I gotta think about college and all that. I'll try to update more regularly, maybe every other Sunday or something. Try and guess who Vera is! And! I wanna contest for this story: the most reviews I've ever gotten on a story was 22, and I would love to beat that, so the 50th reviewer will get to request a one shot for a Hetalia pairing of their choice.
Ok, so I think some info for this story may be necessary:
-Werewolves only turn on the full moon, but are a bit stronger, faster, and all over tougher than normal humans.
-On the full moon, they have some degree of control. They can recognize those close to them, at least enough to not hurt them. Strangers are in a bit of danger.
-Changing isn't super painful, except for the first time. The first time sucks really bad.
-There happens to be a pretty decently sized basement beneath their club house, which is where Allen usually goes on full moons.
-This school is for troubled children, but honestly it's a pretty shitty school. It's the best place to dump your kids if you don't wanna deal with them.
-Each of them is there for a reason that'll be revealed eventually.
So, I'm still figuring out just how long this story will be since I'm still tweaking the plan. It'll probably be at least 10 chapters, if not more. There'll probably be more pairings than is in the summary, like some GerAme which might be 1p or 2p (haven't figured that one out yet lol), and maybe a tad bit of 1p FrUK. Of course, the main focus of this story won't be romance; it's more about our boys growing as people and all that. Feel free to ask about any pertinent info I may have forgotten about right now.