Prucan OneShots (Requests are open)

Fight for you

It was a typical day at The Worlds Highschool. The Bad Touch Trio, were in class goofing off, the teachers not caring, and not teaching so the students got up and did as they pleased.

The bell rang it was time to change classes, pretty normal except for when Toni stopped and pointed out of the new kids, with two jocks surrounding him.
"Shit." Gilbert cursed. The kid was cute, he had soft blonde hair, pale skin, purple eyes, a kind of nerdy complex to him.
He looked like a fragile little angel sent from above.

"This doesn't look good." Francis said snapping Gilbert from his thoughts.

He was right, the two jocks were getting in a heated argument with the kid, and he looked like it wasn't even phasing him.

"We should help." Gilbert said already walking across the cafeteria.

Next thing he knew one of the jocks had thrown a punch. The kid dodged it and landed a punch in the stomach, a kick in the balls for the one that threw the punch. The one jock on his right threw a punch to the teenagers side, it landed, the teen coughed on the floor and tripped the jock right from other him, the did one of those wresting moved where you jump on the person with your elbow.
Both were down in an instant. The blonde teen spat on the groaning jocks.
"Fuck you. Don't mess with my sister, me, or hockey again."
The BTT stood in shock as they watched the kid who was still holding his side walk away.
Those who had witnessed the fight we applauding, Gilbert racing after the cute teen, worried.

"Hey Birdie!" Gilbert said catching up with the teen.
"That was amazing!"

"Thanks." He groaned,

Canada's pov
"Did he stab you or something?" The albino asked, he had a very thick German accent.
"I don't know." I said leaning against the hallway wall.
"Here let me check." He said moving my hand away.
"Fuck yeah he shanked you good."
The male said sounding a little horrified?
"My name's Gilbert by the way."
"I'm Matthew."
"The kid Francis says is his son?"
The blonde chuckled.
"Yeah."

After that day the two spent a lot of time together, and it had been about five months sense the fight, and Gilbert was confronted with a phone call at five in the morning.

He groaned grabbing his phone looking at the caller. Francis?
He swiped the green circle.
"What?"
"MATTHEW GOT INTO A FIGHT!" Francis yelled, his voice a mixture of fear, anger, and tears.
"Woah, woah, wait what?" Matthew didn't fight around like Gilbert, and the BTT.
"The jocks! They came back for him, he saw him hanging with us! They wanted revenge. Mon dieu! The carved stuff into his skin."

Gilbert only saw the color of his eyes. Red. He wanted those bastards to be covered in it.
"We are going after them ja?"
"I'm outside your house, Toni should be here soon, he-he dropped Romano off at the hospital to stay with Mattheiu."

The albino never got clothes on so fast, or had never ran down the steps that fast. He walked outside, Francis was sitting in his car crying.
Gilbert got inside into the passenger side.

"Toni has five fucking minutes before I'm walking."
"Non." Francis sniffled.
"He has the bastards addresses."
Gilbert smirked.

The Spaniard came in four minutes, getting into the back, getting on his phone to punch in the addresses.

They went to each house, sneaking into the three bastards room. Gilbert not giving his friends the chance to beat the fuck out if those bastards.
Francis against his desire, had to stop himself, and Gilbert from killing the boys.
Sadly the boys did fight back a little giving some brusises to the men.

The brown haired man was the get-away driver. After the last house, he drove the two to the hospital.

Though the nurse told them it was very much past visiting hours. They gave her a look, and slipped her a twenty, and she didn't say a thing.

Matthew was awake, talking to Romano, and Amelia.
His face bandaged, and bruised, his arms covered in bandages as well. His leg propped up in the air.

Gilbert let out a strangled cry looking at the younger male, he rushed over to the blondes side, Francis following.
Matthew smiled at them.
"Hi guys."
Gilbert pulled the younger into a tight hug, the violet eyed male wincing a little. Gilbert pulling apart kissing the stiched scratch on the pale forehead.

Matthew blushed running his hands through the older males hair.
His eyes narrowed as yesterday saw a bruise on the lips of his friend.
"What-?" He said brushing over the purple mark lightly.
"We might have fought for you." Francis said his accent thick.
No one expected Alice to be in the doorway giving the whole group a scolding of a lifetime, or cookies, and I shit you not she made great cookies.