AN: since lj keeps dying, I decided to post this story here. deanon from the kink meme. second time attempting hetalia fanfic, please be gentle :)
Gilbert Beilschmidt isn't the type to give a fuck. He's got his own rules, his own routine, his own space and he hates anything that gets in the way of what he wants. His room is an organized mess - nobody except Gilbert knows where anything is and that's exactly the way he likes it. It helps because it means no one can discover his secret collection of rather cute, fluffy yellow bird plushies – presents he had gotten when he was younger from his Grandfather Fritz.
School is alright. There are finally teachers that are smart enough to keep up with him (like that teach Germania; such a weird name like geranium or some flower or whatever) and he's taking some college level courses with multivariate and quantum physics. It sucks because he still has to deal with lameass classes like English and Art (he won't admit that part of his hatred stems from his lack of skills in these subjects).
Interestingly, he does enjoy music. There's physics there with resonance and tones and there are patterns with chords and major and minor scales. He likes having that solid foundation and then going from there. Gilbert learned violin first but switched to oboe, hearing that double reed instruments were one of the most challenging. Gilbert isn't the type to give up on a challenge. Also, he hated having to sit next to that prissy Roderich who always felt that Gilbert's lack of formal conservatory training made him unfit to be first chair. Gilbert knows Roderich is just bitter he's in the second row and not the first row like Gilbert. But it's even better now because he gets to tune the orchestra. Kickass.
It's finally Friday today and Gilbert's meeting up with some of his friends. Kiku, the quiet Japanese kid who's insane with video games and making models, is coming over with a new game and Gilbert is pumped. His parents are out and his younger brother Ludwig is at that Italian kid Feliciano's house. It'll be perfect.
He's grabbing his things when he gets a text.
Good afternoon, Gilbert. I am terribly sorry, I need to handle some paperwork as secretary of Student Council. Please feel free to go ahead to your home; I should be at your residence by 4pm.
-Kiku
Gilbert mulls it over and shrugs. Maybe he can just wait in the student council room for Kiku? He has time and he was hoping they could grab some snacks on the way. Kiku seems to have a knack for knowing the best joints for good food.
He goes up the stairs and walks down the hallway to the student council room. He's been here occasionally, what with Francis also part of student council. Just as he's about to round the corner, someone bumps into him and he almost slips.
"Shit, watch where you're going!" Gilbert complains as rubs his sore head. Purple eyes stare right back at him.
"So sorry, eh? I was in a rush," the other boy responds, looking sheepish. Blond hair, glasses, and a smile that seem very damn familiar.
"Alfr...? No, you're not-" Gilbert begins to correct himself but it's a bit too late and a hockey stick slams on the wall, inches from his head.
"Seems like you're a smart one. No, don't ever confuse me for my half-brother. I'm Matthew. Matthew Williams. Remember it," the boy leans in, his eyes glinting menacingly. But then it's all gone and Gilbert is left with a cheery visage and a quick goodbye as Matthew turns to leave.
His hands are shaking slightly and the back of his neck is sweaty.
Shit. Who was that kid.
Gilbert decides he needs to find out. Right fucking now.