Hi! I'm Kiwi. This is my first multi-chapter Hetalia fic, so please be careful, I burn easily. Constructive criticism in welcomed. This was partially proofread by my lovely best chum Gabloka.
Matthew stumbled along the street, limping a little as it rained. He didn't mind the rain, since it hid the tears he had been crying. He had just been on a 'date' with his Russian boyfriend, Ivan, though he hated to call him that. The two had been listening to a Russia-Canada hockey game on the radio, and when Matthew had given a tiny cheer when Canada got a goal, he had literally been thrown out on the street and been told to walk the rest of the way home. He didn't want to go home though, knowing what waited for him- An annoying twin brother who blasted his music way too loud and an angry Ivan who would use him like a punching bag whenever Alfred wasn't looking.
He was wrapped up in his own thoughts of what he was going to do now, when he bumped into someone and fell. "I-I'm sorry..." he softly said, not noticing who it was until he looked up.
The person turned out to be Gilbert Beilshmidt, and that revelation almost caused Matthew to groan out loud. Gilbert was best friends with Antonio Carriedo and Francis Bonnefoy (Who happened to be Matthew's cousin), and together they formed the Bad Touch Trio, or the BTT for short. Antonio wasn't so bad, since he was a bit of an airhead, but Gilbert and Francis were the school's resident players and assholes, sleeping with boys and girls alike. The trio was also well-known for their pranks. Matthew hadn't had much interaction with them, since he tended to be invisible at school, and he didn't really want to get on their prank radar.
Gilbert looked down at him, looking ready to tell him off, but seemed to hesitate, before he held out a hand to help Matthew up.
"No big deal." He said, hauling Mattie to his feet.
"Y-you sure?" he quietly asked, thankful for the help up. He was a little unsteady on his feet, keeping his weight on one leg instead of the other, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight limp. The last thing he needed was questions about how he got his injuries.
"Ja, it takes a lot more than a little Birdie crashing into to me to dent mein awesomeness. I am the Awesome Gilbert, by the way." Gilbert answered, giving him a cocky grin.
"I-I know, we go to the s-same school." Matthew told him softly, not surprised that Gilbert didn't recognize him.
"Really? Wait- you're Francis' little cousin! You're Mattie, right?" Gil exclaimed. Matthew was actually really surprised that the boy hadn't mistaken him for his brother, like most people seemed to do.
"Yes, I'm Matthew, and Francis is my cousin." Matthew answered, shifting his weight. As much as he dreaded going home, he knew that his lateness would cause another outburst of violence from Ivan.
As if reading his mind, Gil cocked his head to the side and said "Hey, do you want a drive home? My car is around the corner. It's so unawesome to walk in the rain."
"I...I...I guess... Thank you." he softly said, looking down. He hated the feeling of pathetic-ness that was coursing through him. He must have looked awful for the brash, asshat Prussian to take pity on him.
"Okay, follow me." He led him to his car, which actually was just around the corner. They stopped beside the car, and Matthew had no trouble believing the car before him, which was a 1989 Chevrolet Impala painted baby-chick yellow with the words "My Chick Digs My Ride" painted along the side in blue paint, belonged to Gilbert.
"N-nice car..." Matthew said, actually meaning it. Most would probably find it obnoxious, but Matthew thought it fitted Gilbert's personality perfectly.
"Thanks. I did the paint job myself." Gil said boastingly, opening Matthew's door before getting in on the other side. Matthew got the feeling that he did it from habit.
"You must be good with painting cars then." Matthew said quietly.
"Not really. Mein bruder, Luddy, is much better." He answered with a shrug, starting the car. "So anyway, where to?"
Matthew gave him the name and address of his apartment building, and they spent the rest of the ride in silence. After a while, Gil pulled up at his house and smiled. He got out and opened Matthew's door. "See you around, mein Birdie!"
Matthew flushed slightly, nodding and shuffling to the doorway. When he was halfway there, the door flew open, and Ivan stormed out, pulling Matthew in for a rough, possessive kiss that had Matthew's skin crawling in disgust. He unsuccessfully tried to hold back the tears that formed in his eyes and spilled over his cheeks. He hated for others to see him so low. Matthew allowed himself to be pulled into the apartment building, not looking back to look at Gilbert.
So… What did you think? Please R&R. This is from an RP between me and hetalia13canada. Check out her profile, she's pretty talented. I met her on Playing favorites, a REALLY awesome Forum, y'all should check out.
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