So, yeah, I like to write, mainly about Hetalia. And this is were I'll post most of it. I'm also on fanfiction, Foreverkinght. I will also post whatever else here, too.
The story itself is exactly a thousand words. I should be studying but I wanted to write something, anything. (Most of my other projects have been pushed back in the meantime.) I sort of like this one. It reminded me that everyone has a story to tell and that sometimes photographs tell the best stories.
A Thousand Words
Matthew knelt over the model and tried not to drop the camera into his lap. He could see how he had managed to step over ten thousand other candidates. He was a little older, maybe, a little bolder… And he was absolutely breathtaking.
It was the first time Matthew had ever met an albino.
He perched between his legs and tried to focus on his camera, on the weight of it around his neck, but it was difficult.
It was a cold November, and this day was particularly colder than the rest. The first snow of winter fell from the sky on that day and it continued throughout the day, covering the small town in a blanket of snow. Red lights appeared in the windows of the homes as people lit fires to warm themselves on the November night.
He also had come to see me that night. I had just lit the fire when the knock came at my door. I remember thinking it odd that someone would be out on a night light this. With a wool blanket draped over my shoulders I opened the passage into the wintery world.
A man…No he wasn’t quite a man, stood there with a teasing smirk playing across his face. At first I didn’t see him, his pale skin and hair blending into the snow and black clothing blending into the night. The only thing that truly stood out was his blood red eyes.
He continued to smirk at me and I couldn’t help but blush. My heart sped up, beating rapidly against my chest. The other man could hear it and chuckled, which made the blush grow down my next. He held out his hand, offering it to me. A way to get out, escape, from the ordinary. Without a second thought, or even a thought, I took his hand.
Swiftly I pulled out into the snow, but I couldn’t feel the cold under my bare feet. I had to look down to make sure I was standing in snow. When my gaze drifted back up, the man before me had changed. His eyes were brighter in the night, sharp teeth reflected the low light from my house, and behind his back was a pair of large bat-like wings.
I wasn’t startled by this, deep down I knew. He spun me around, now we were both facing my house, his arm around my thin waist. Soon we were in the air, the small wooded home grew smaller the higher we went. He held out his hand, fingers spread wide, at my house as a demonic grin and laugh came from him. I only watched, in curiosity as the building I called home for most of my life slowly caught flame.
We hung there, his wings beating against the air to keep us up. The fire grew and the towns’ people, my friends and neighbors, tried to put out the blaze.
It must have grown boring for him because before I could blink he turned me around, face to face, in his arms. His lips soon found mine and I fought about everything for a moment. Then we were off, my blond curls bouncing in the wind, flying away from the bright fire and into the dark woods where he lived; where my demon and I live.
"This cheese is gross…" Prussia said as he took a bite out of the slice. The cold air from the refrigerator spilled across the white tile floor and the light bulb illuminated the dark kitchen. The pale nation stared done at the slice with a bite in it. "Maybe it will taste better with a second bite?" He took another and made a face. "Nope. Still just as bad."
Prussia didn’t hear the soft foot steps coming up behind him. The owner of those foot steps stopped at the door to the kitchen. He rolled his eyes which a smile. “Come back to bed.”
Even with the soft voice, it was like a knife through the silence in the kitchen. “Shit!” Prussia dropped the cheese, nearly jumping out of his skin. “Matthew!” He placed a hand over his beating heart. “You could have killed me!” Whined the startled albino. Matthew only chuckled and made his way over to his lover, night shirt brushing across his bare legs. Prussia grinned, he knew the other nation had nothing on under that shirt.
"Don’t think I could even if I tried." Canada kissed his boyfriend on his cheek. "Come on now, it is very late and the bed has gone cold…" The blond pouted. Gilbert should know by now that he hated a cold bed.
Gilbert grinned more, turning his back to the open fridge so he could wrap his arms around the slender waist of his partner. “I know, I know.” He kissed Matthew’s nose. “Then let’s get back to bed~” Prussia moved to kiss the other when he moved.
"Nope, clean up your mess and met me in bed." Canada laughed under his breath, slipped out of the loving hold, turned, and went out of the kitchen. His sleep shirt brushed up over his naked butt. The blond even added a swish in his hip to give the albino a little peak. Prussia knew he’d get some tonight. He picked up the half eaten cheese, threw it into the refrigerator, closed the door, and quickly climbed the stair to their bedroom.
Just a fluffy PruCan fic that I am writing.
It was the first day of high school. Matthew was nervous as hell. His older brother had been putting scary notions in the blond’s head about being a freshman in high school. Matthew didn’t tell his parents about this, hoping his brother would dispel the images but he ran off to college with his boyfriend before he could talk with his younger brother.
With his backpack square on his shoulders, hands holding onto the straps, Matthew got off the school bus. This was now or never.
He wondered around the full campus. Older kids stood in the way as they talked with friends they didn’t get to see over the summer break, paying no mind to the quiet Canadian. Matthew was also looking for his friends, wondering where they would be.
After searching around inside of the school, the blond went outside and quickly spotted his Japanese friend, Kiku. Sighing in relief, Matthew hurried over to his fellow gamer/artist. Standing next to Kiku was a kid Matthew never saw before. Kiku noticed Matthew, smiling a little.
“Hello, Matthew.” The raven haired boy saw he was confused about the sleepy teen with them. “This is Heracles. He came from a different school.”
“Oh, hello. It is nice to meet you. I’m Matthew.” He smiled, loving when he got to make new friends. The brunette returned the smile.
“Do you like…cats?” Heracles asked slowly, like Matthew was soft spoken.
This launched the three of them into conversations which lasted until it was time for them to see their homeroom teacher for their schedules.
The day passed, Matthew getting to see friends in his classes. High school was not as terrifying as Alfred made it sound. Lunch rolled around, Matthew was thrilled to see that he had lunch with Kiku and Heracles. There were also a few people that Matthew was introduced to, like this very hyper Italian named Feliciano, a stoic German named Ludwig. They sat outside, it was a nice day, and everything was going alright until a very loud kid made his way outside.
He was laughing quite obnoxiously. Ludwig rolled his eyes, though he seemed to want to crawl in a hole and die. The loud mouth came right over to their table and plopped himself next to Matthew.
“Ludwig! You didn’t tell me where you were eating! The awesome me had to search the lunch room for you! But you were not in there!” The very pale kid yelled, looking a little miffed by it.
Matthew saw the embarrassment on the blond’s face. “What right do you have to talk that way to him? Who are you?”
The pale boy turned his red eyes to the soft voice next to him, red meeting violet. “I am his awesome brother!”
Matthew’s eye brow rose slightly. “You two are in the same grade? How can—” He was cut off.
“I was adopted. Name’s Gilbert!” He wasn’t fazed at all by just saying that to the whole table. Gilbert thought it was cool, another feature that made him stand out in the crowd. The Canadian sat still for a second before introducing himself.
First impressions are always wrong, because as the school year went by the two discovered that they had a lot alike. Matthew was also a very good influence on the rowdy albino. He was able to keep him calm, most of the time. Their friendship grew stronger as high school flew by.
There was never a Gilbert without a Matthew. The two were inseparable. They spent time together, looking for a college that the both of them could attend.