Blood Brothers ~ Werewolf!Hetalia x Reader

:Chapter 1:

Oh hello..
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(Y/N) was a casual, meme-powered, derpy teen. Pretty much right out of a relatable fictional book.

She was recently offered a place in a Canadian school. Maybe she'll learn how to put maple syrup on pancakes...

Anywho, (Y/N) had just arrived where she'd be staying. She got a decent cabin in a forest, just off the town, which she presumed to be stuffy.
This is why we were now here.

She quickly examined the rooms of her cabin, a decent kitchen leading in to a small, welcoming, cozy family room. Everything a family room should be. There were two bedrooms, both small but big enough for personal belongings, side by side with a singular bathroom, withholding a shower/bathtub, toilet, sink and mirror.

Too bad mom and dad couldn't attend the trip.

This was practically a dream house for (Y/N). The next part is to explore.

She pocketed her trusty pocket tools, including a knife. Need to be safe!

As she walked out the sun began to set. She patted herself down, finding the flashlight she always kept in her boot.

As she began her small hike up a hill, hearing the distant howling of moose. As she walked she began to hear what sounded like panting.

Curious, the teen followed the noise, coming across a light tan wolf. Gasping in surprise she jumped to help it, a huge gash in its side.

She didn't know what to do either than help it. She used her suddenly acquired strength to half drag half carry the wolf back to her cabin.

She grabbed the first aid kit she was taught to use before she left, (Safety first, kids!) and began to bandage the wolf. She was not yet afraid, knowing wolves attacking you was merely a myth unless felt threatened. Not to boast but she had *ahem* dabbled in some magic as well.

She finished bandaging up the wolf, picking up her magical studies book. Hoping her old obsession paid off, (Y/N) began to cast a small healing spell on the wolf, leading the wound to heal slightly quicker, not wanting to have to deal with stitching.

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Wolf P.O.V
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I groggily began to wake up.

My head hurt...

I hissed, knowing in my injured state I would not be able to shift back.

Damn Dane...

I lifted my head, glancing around, realising I was no longer in the snow. I was in a... human bedroom? Glancing around the carpet was a plush red, the bed completely white with speckles of red from what I assumed was my blood. The walls were wooden and the room smelled as if it were the inside of a bakery. A gentle sweet smell... Just satisfying enough.

The smell of food wafted from the cracked door. I struggled but shifted, no matter how painful it be, I wanted to be presentable for the human who would take in what most humans feared.

I glanced down to see my torso bandaged, red staining the dark blue short sleeved button up that tucked itself into a pair of slacks. Formal for training but I wouldn't expect anything less from myself.

I walked slowly, careful on the gash in my side, into what I assumed to be the kitchen. A girl about my age, teenager, was cooking what looked like cornbread.

I cleared my throat, causing the girl to jump and whip around, "HOLY GUACAMOLE, THERES A STRANGE PERSON IN MY HOUSE."

She grabbed the nearest frying pan and went to smack me over the head with it but I caught her wrist in time.

"Ma'am I would appreciate you not hitting me across the head. I appreciate you taking me in but I certainly didn't think you'd smack me with cooking utensils the second I'd wake up."

She began to stutter. "W-Wait.. You're a werewolf???"

I remained stoic, "Yes.. How surprising you guess that with so little information."

She took a deep breath, tensing and relaxing her shoulders for a good minute.

Suddenly a question blurted itself into the awkward silence: "Do you like pumpkin?"

I nodded, "Sure"

She pulled out what I previously thought was cornbread, "Have a pumpkin muffin!"

We seated ourselves at her small dining table. I nibbled slightly at the muffin, surprised that such a bland fruit/vegetable had so much taste.

"I'm (Y/N)," the girl spoke silently.

I looked up, "Lukas... Lukas Bondevik."