~*~Seekers of the Night~*~
Demon Hunter!America x Male!Demon Hunter!Reader x Demon Hunter!England
I wasn’t the most peaceful of people, nor was I the most serious. Yet I knew for sure that I was the most courageous of all the countries! In my new line of work, an audacious attitude was something well needed, along with an idiotic streak (which I had, I guess), to never flee in the face of danger. Which here, was everywhere you turned.
Why? Because (I’m the hero, guys. Do you need to wonder why? Pfft.) I’m keeping those pesky villains outta town! And I’m serious! I’m a demon hunter, if you need the details, but nonetheless! I’m still a hero!
However, as much as I hate to admit to this, I was the newbie. My lack of experience and my risky behavior had landed me under the wing and tutorage of (y/n), one of the most seasoned demon hunters there was. He wasn’t a bad person really, just a little cranky and brutal with his words. I supposed it was better than being stuck with that bitter old British guy, Arthur.
“So err….what was it you wanted again?”
“A- Just forget it, it’s here!”
I skipped back towards the main room, glancing down at the smaller man whom was suited up to the max with heavy armor, leaning over a small alchemy table. I wasn’t too sure on alchemy, it just seemed stupid to me really… Why use potions and poisons, when you’ve got all that fighting skill? Anyway…How do you even make potions?
“Alfred, you’re cluttering up the room, please leave.” The man sighed, rubbing his temples.
“Aw, come on (y/n)! Dude, I wanna-“
“Just piss off!” He snapped, lifting his head up only slightly. I couldn’t really get a clear glimpse of his face, yet it wasn’t hard to assume his expression was one of twisted frustration.
“….Ehh...” I shrugged, scampering out of the tiny alchemy room (it was more like a shed, to be honest) with that permanent smile on my pale face. (Y/n) had to be one of the grouchiest people I’d ever come across, but he was a decent tutor. His magical ability kinda blew my mind, but I could pick flaws with any other combat skill he possessed. He was a talented man, but of course, no way near as talented as me!
I kicked a small pebble, and stuffed my hands into my jean pockets. I didn’t care about any dress codes in the order; I still wanted to look nifty and awesome, like the hero should, unlike (y/n), who took it all so serious. It never really occurred to me that perhaps I should take a leaf outta his book, and follow his lead; I always thought I was doing just fine by myself.
I looked up, my eyes darting towards where the voice came from.
“Ehh? Matthias, ‘sup?” I grinned, saluting towards the tall Dane.
“What’re you doing out here huh?” He asked curiously, taking a large swig of beer. I shuffled a little, not really sure what I was doing.
“Just, y’know dude, walkin’ around, chillin’….”I sighed, shrugging my shoulders at the lanky Danish man. “Hey, dude, what’s the deal with that asshat (y/n) anyway?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my muscular chest with a light huff.
Matthias audibly exhaled, took another gulp of his pint before straightening his back out with a stretch. “Man, he’s so stiff and borin’, I feel pretty bad for ya!” I already knew this much! “He’s gonna be workin’ ya till you’re either dead or…” He paused, tapping his chin a little before shrugging it off, wobbling a little and almost losing his balance. “Dead, I guess”
I rolled my eyes at the Danish man, who wasn’t quite wasted, nor was he sober. “Yeah, yeah, whatevs dude, I already knew that!”
“Whatever man, I don’t really know anything about the guy.” Matthias shrugged, turning away from my bored self and making for the entrance. “You comin’ back or what?”
“…Yeah. Alright then, dude.”