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.
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.
A man with snow white hair woke in the middle of a grassy field. His cinnamon eyes gazed up at cloudless blue sky, a gentle breeze ruffled his hair, and the sun was just above the horizon. It was early morning. He sat up to survey his surroundings. Encircling the field were eight lofty rocks that seemed, from the ground, to touch the Heavens.
Sighed, he running a hand through his hair, ‘How’d I get here?’ he thought, trying to remember something, anything, but each time he tried to think past waking up in the grass all it was blank. There was like a black hole in his memory.
He groaned, both hands grabbing at his hair now. Why couldn’t he remember a single thing! Not even his name came up. He was about to flop back onto the cool ground when he heard soft footsteps nearing his little circle. The pale man grew defensive. He was ready to run or fight, depending on what was coming.
The footsteps stopped and a blond head popped up from the hill. The person ceased walking when it spotted the man in the clearing, their eyes blinking in surprise.
‘Wow, she’s pretty.’ She smiled at the other before drawing closer. Her rich lavender cloak, that matched her eyes, blew out behind her like a pair of wings as she walked.
She stopped just a few feet away, holding a small woven basket in her gentle hands. “Oh, hello there.” Her voice was soft and made the other listen more closely. “I’m Matthew. What’s your name?”
So my friend and I had this idea, mixing Princess Mononoke and Hetalia(with my OTP PruCan). It follows the basic plot.
Rated: teen Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Princess Mononoke
The sun rose high over the wind swept lands of the East. Tucked away in a valley, hidden by the shadow of the mountains, lay a small village. It was normally a quiet life but fear chocked the air. A ringing sound echoed through the valley, calling all the people in from the fields. Something wasn’t right, tension thick in the air. A lone male, with hair as silver as the moon beams-pulled back in pony-tail as tradition-, skin as white as the clouds, and eyes that burned with a red flame, rode atop of a red elk towards the fields. He had to make sure everyone was back and safe at the village, before going to the watchtower. The young man spotted three young women running through the fields. He changed his course, riding towards them. When he was close enough the three girls looked up, smiling, “Prince Gilbert!”
“You three need to hurry. The wise woman has called everyone back to the village.” When they didn’t move, Gilbert growled, “Hurry!” He watched as they began to run towards the town. He wanted to make sure they got there. There was something wrong, and the prince had to be on guard.
I thought I was happy, perfectly content with my life. I was just a big kid, not wanting to grow up. All I wanted was to act crazy, go to bars with Francis and Antonio, and get drunk with them. I was very wrong. Francis started to date a lady named Joan. She was a nice lady, loved to bake, and the food she made was really good. Though Francis changed, he started to decline my invites to go out drinking and came to fewer and fewer Friday night clubbing. He was not the only one. Antonio also got someone new, a loud, hot headed, Italian named Romano. He was the twin brother of the pasta loving Italian that my brother was dating. Though Romano is a guy, he was not fun when drunk, and so to keep Romano from becoming violent, again, we decided that it would be best not to invite him but Antonio follows him like a puppy. I have no clue what he sees in the hot head Italian.
I’m happy for them both, good for them, I’m just fine alone. I stated to go out drinking alone. It was not as fun if you don’t have a group of friends to be drunk with, and people just look at you with funny or sympatric looks when you are drunk off your rocker alone. I still when to the bar but didn’t drink a lot, maybe one or two glasses of good old German beer. So this was my life, well…it was until I met this quite blond one Friday night.
It had been raining all day and not many were going to brave it to drink. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, sipping on my beer. The door to the club opened and a wet blond stood there, looking like he needed a drink. I looked back at my beer and didn’t see him until he sat next to me, not saying a word.
Soon, after sitting in silence except for the music in the background, I started up a conversation. And that was all it took. It was easy to talk to the other. We meet up every day, the same bar, and even in the same spots. That is when I was when I saw what had caused a change in my friends. We had found our other halves.
Thank you, Matthew Williams.
Should it be “Thank you” or “I love you”?
A oneshot of PruCan. Based off of Maplevogel’s wonderful wendigo drawings! I had this on fanfiction for a while, so I am bringing it over.
Title: The Cursed
Rating: T (Blood, so just to be safe)
Summery: Gilbert does something stupid and angers an ancient Algonquian God. Who was going to turn Gilbert into a Wendigo, a creature that lives by eating human flesh, but Matthew jumps in the way and gets turn instead of Gilbert. What will happen to their love?
I love the rain, standing out in the cool water makes my worries roll away as the liquid washes over me. But the reason I love the rain more than that is because it can hide my tears.
I’d only come in when my mother yelled for me to “Get my ass inside before I came down with a cold!” but I’d laugh on the inside. For after standing the rain I felt lighter, more refreshed. It was a feeling that I treasured more than anything.
For years I would stand in the refreshing waters, getting soaked through, as my pain rolled out of my eyes and mixed with the rain. I saw nothing wrong with this. This was my way of releasing the pain that is caused from living.
Now that I am older, I have a new reason to love the rain.
Now when it rains I feel a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist. I smile. You keep my pains away. You show me the brighter side. With you with me I always know that there is some one that I love and can make me smile.
I love you, Gilbert Beilschmidt.