Hetalia One-Shots!

Werewolf!Prussia x Human!Canada Part 1

Matthew sighed, looking out the window. He was worried. Why was his papa not home yet?

He looked down, refocusing on his present task of washing the dishes.

Matthew and his papa Francis lived in a cottage in the woods (not cliche at all), ,they often had to go into the nearest town, but it was three miles north, so they usually drove.

But this time, Francis had been gone for days, usually he would return by now.

Matthew shook off his worry. Francis was probably fine, right?

He finished his chores in silence, and then sighed softly, plopping on the couch.

As he dozed off, still waiting for Francis until he heard loud banging on the front door.

"Papa? It's unlocked." 

No response.

Matthew got up and opened the door. "Papa?" He looked down to see an albino man laying in a pool of his own blood.

Matthew gasped, gingerly picking him up and attempted to carry him inside.

(Two days later...)

Gilbert sat up, confused. 

One minute he was in a duel with his Vati, the next he's in some random person's house.

He shook off his confusion, attempting to get up, only to awesomely fall on the floor.

He hissed, glaring at his leg, remembering how Vati bit into him, snapping the bone.

The door opened, Gilbert's head snapped to the sound, only to see a hot boy with wavy gold hair with a strange curl and shimmering indigo eyes hidden behind a pair of thick framed glasses.

Gilbert might have drooled a little... let's move forward.

The boy looked down at Gilbert nervously. "Uhh... do you maybe speak english... or french?"

He spoke in a thick German accent like always. "Ja, why wouldn't I?"

The boy sighed in relief. "Oh good. That makes things easier, I'm Matthew and I found you passed out two days ago on my doorstep."

"Two days? I was out for two days?"

Matthew nodded.

"Umm... I-I'm sorry, I know it's none of my business, but... how did you get so beat up?"

Gilbert eyed him cautiously before slowly responding. "It's a bit of a long story."

Matthew shrugged, pulling Gilbert back in the bed and sitting on a chair beside it. "I have time."

Gil bit his lip, debating how much to say.