Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did do you think I'd be writing FANfiction? The only thing I own here would be my OCs. And WARNING: I did gender-bend some of the countries. I also played with the ages. Don't kill me.
OCs in this chapter: Jeanne-Catalina Bonnefoy- Andorra
Gender-bent countries: England (mentioned)
A teenage boy quietly walked along the side walk. He'd been left behind by his brother once again for his brother's British girlfriend. He liked Alice, honestly he did, but he wished Alfred would pay a bit more attention to him. Matthew Williams was quite used to being ignored by other people though. After all, most people would pay attention to his loud mouthed, twin brother Alfred. Alfred F Jones was quiet popular among his fellow peers. Matthew was much more soft-spoken than his sibling, and often forgotten behind the vibrant and obnoxious boy he called his brother.
His chin length wavy blonde hair and eyes that looked violet in the right light, he believed was nothing remarkable. Others would disagree, and others would say it made him look gentle and sweet. Especially with the little polar bear plushie he still carried with him, Kumajiro. Matthew was a gentle person by nature and would more than likely always be like that. He was shy and calm unlike his hyper-active, social brother. So when he found a figure collapsed on the sidewalk, it wasn't his need to be a hero that stopped him. It was his sensitive nature that made him pick up the forgotten school bag, drop to his knees and speak to the small body.
"H-H-H-Hello? A-A-A-Are you all right miss?"
The figure lifted its head up and let out a weak cry. She attempted to get up, but collapsed with a shriek of pain. Matthew felt his heart break as he pulled the hood off the person's head. He pushed the tangles out of her eyes.
"…Help….please…"
Matthew lifted her into his arms and began to run in the direction of his home. He listened to her soft cries, her feeble attempts to push him away ignored. He frowned and pushed himself to go faster. He was worried about her, more than he'd like to admit. She was a complete stranger, yet it didn't matter to him at that moment. What mattered was that she was in pain and he wanted to help. He made his way to his apartment, all the while whispering words to the girl in his arms.
When he arrived, Matthew set her down on the small couch. He peeled her sweatshirt off of her to reveal various cuts and bruises. She weakly crossed her arms, attempting to cover herself. The girl looked terrified as hell. Matthew gently brushed her cheek and asked her what happened. She responded with that she got jumped, but she didn't see who did it so he didn't need to call the police. He paused but figured she was right. If she couldn't describe them to the police there wasn't much they could do. He set to tending to her injuries as much as she would allow him to before she drifted off in silent slumber.
After he was done bandaging the girl he looked at the bag he'd been carrying. Matthew knew that if he looked through it he could probably find her name and her address. Yet, he set it down, not wanting to invade her privacy, and looked at the plushie attached to his pants.
"Guess I made a friend huh Kuma? Think she'll like me?" he asked the bear.
He smiled and said, "I guess that's so Kuma. I hope she'll like it here. I don't think she should leave for a little bit. She looks pretty hurt."
Matthew looked at his watch and jumped when he realized it was almost ten! He retired to his room, not knowing that when he awoke she'd be gone. All that would be left would be a drawing and a thank you letter.