Matthew Williams was currently sweating and hyperventilating in a close janitor's shed. An urgent pair of feet hurried past his hiding spot with a thud and Matthew's inner fox growled with agitation inside of him. The blonde slid down the wall with a broken sob. "I can't do this anymore Kumajiro..." He whispered to the silent Polar bear with despair. "Who are you?" Kumajiro whispered back. It was a very valid question too. Who was he? How did he get here? How was he supposed to get out of this situation?
Matthew always knew he was different. Maybe it was because he had a fox tattoo imprinted on his back since birth, or maybe because he always felt this pull towards Glibert. It definitely didn't help the fact that he could turn into a shifty trickster at will. It was amazing surely to some, but slightly disturbing to him.
Long story short, he was different. And not in the regular way either, considering he was a country there were many things that made him differ from the others. No the Canadian believed in the -everyone is unique card- since it was true. But he just had something extra about him. Matthew wasn't trying to cocky. That was Alfred's job, of course.
No he just KNEW he was unlike others, it was hard to explain. But Matthew could feel that Gilbert was unusual too. He felt a buzz from five others too, yet it was just stronger from the Prussian. The fox on his back burned whenever he was just inches away from Gilbert, it was without a doubt uncomfortable. Like a sting over an almost healed cut. Like salt over a wound, just less painful.
It also frightened him, the burn was always unpredictable. Whenever he thought of the arrogant male a voice sounded in his head. The voice never said unpleasant things to him. Matthew just didn't like not knowing how the spokesperson got there.
A gasp sounded from the Canadian when Kumajiro suddenly bit him. "I'm hungry." The gloomy bear complained. The flaxen haired male stood up with a wince and knocked over a bottle of bleach. Curses sounded has he struggled to pull himself together and find the light. Kumajiro climbed up over a few cleaning products-knocking them down also- to pull the hanging switch.
"Thanks Kuma.." Matthew whispered hoarsely as a dull light glowed in the middle of the room. Clorox bleach was still spilling over the wooden floor -whitening it- and the tired country picked it up carefully. This always happens, why can't he just stop acknowledging me like the others? The personification of Canada thought bitterly, this was the fifth time Matthew jumped into the closet. The third time he knocked over some bleach.
He hoped it was the last time.
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The Seven Sins- A Hetalia Fic
FanfictionSeven of the Countries have incredible powers in them. They were born to unite, because they are the Seven Sins.
