Hey brahs. I'm writing another PruCan fic. :D I love my job... *clears throat* anyway, I got this idea from mixing Castle, Elfen Lied, Hetalia, and another anime I can't remember the name of. I do not own Hetalia, enjoy~
Matthew looked down at the bloody mangled bodies and smiled his sick demented smile. He had just killed a family of a mother, a father, a daughter, and a son.
His silky blonde hair now caked with drying blood. Matthew wiped his mouth with the back off his red sweatshirt, also covered with the red liquid.
He shrugged, before grabbing a soda out of the fridge and turning on the television, only to laugh.
They were showing a sketch of a man that looked nothing like him on the news. The artist was really off. The man in the picture had short dark hair, a beard, dark eyes, and a large nose.
Matthew, however, had silky blonde hair that reached his chin, violet eyes, a small nose, and absolutely no beard.
After an hour of watching TV, the bodies started to smell, so he left. He walked outside into New York city.
Gilbert stared over the case files spread out all over his desk. He had been a homicide detective for 4 years, and never caught the wrong guy. Yet he couldn't figure out this serial killer.
He killed at random, never left any finger prints, and never left any witnesses. The best thing they got was security camera. Gilbert had suspicions that the killer was wearing a disguise though.
Gilbert groaned and face-desked. "Something wrong Gilbert?" A voice asked above his head. Gil only groaned louder.
He looked up to see one of his best friends looking down at him. "Yeah Francis, I've been working this case for 8 months now, and still can't figure it out." He looked up at his blonde haired-blue eyed friend. "And get a haircut." He added after glancing at Francis' hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail.
"Never!" The French man exclaimed before speed-walking back to his desk.
Gilbert sighed. "I'm going to take a walk." He told Antonio as he walked by.
He walked at least twenty blocks, looking out at the cars driving by as he strolled down the oddly empty sidewalk.
Suddenly, Gilbert saw a very cute blonde in a red sweatshirt waiting to cross the street. Just starting to walk across, however, a car drove right toward the blonde.
Gilbert's eyes widened and he yelled "No!" running toward the about-to-happen-accident. The person turned toward him in plain confusion seconds before getting hit by the yellow sedan.
A few hours later, the doctor came out of the emergency room. "He'll be fine, minor injuries, but there is one thing that concerns me…"
"Just spit it out." Gilbert growled, glaring at the man with his blood red eyes. This was his secret weapon; most people were scared of his eyes.
"H-He seems to have no memory of his life before waking up today…" The doctor stammered, leading Gilbert to the boy's room.
'Wait… did he just say "he"?! I actually thought a boy was cute?!' Gilbert thought to himself, while approaching the blonde's room.
When he entered, the boy immediately looked at him. The boy cocked his head to the side. "Do I know you?" The younger asked. "Are you my boyfriend or something?"
Gilbert just stared at the blonde before laughing. The boy pouted and waited for the albino to give him an answer. "No, I'm a detective." Gilbert managed to say between laughs.
Then Gil put on his serious face, and handed him a piece of paper and a pen. "Try to write your name." The boy looked up at him before taking the writing material and made a signature.
"How did you do that?" The doctor asked, astonished.
"An old trick I use at work sometimes." Gil responded before looking at the paper. "Matthew, huh?" He glanced down at the boy laying in the bed.
He sighed before calling his boss, Vash. "Hey, boss I got a question for you. I've got some kid here who needs a place to stay, so can you put him somewhere?" He said before he felt a slight tugging on his left sleeve.
He looked down and saw Matthew looking up at him. "I'm 19." He said flatly.
"How do you know?"
"Just a feeling."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Okay, so I've got some 19 year old here, can you put him somewhere." His eyes widened when he got his response. "What?!" … "Yes, I understand." He grumbled.
After hanging up, he looked into Matthew's violet eyes and said "Well Matt, looks like you're staying with me."
Oh come on, you knew it was going to happen. Anyway, I'm dyslexic, this is literally the best I can do. Yes, Switzerland is the chief. xD Anyway, I'll update soon~!