hey you guys, so me and Dubzn'n'Chloe did a collab because their fabulous. Like Poland fabulous. I hope y'all enjoy it.
disclaimer: if I owned, the Middle East would be canon.
Matthew stood at his locker. It was really dark in there. He liked it better than the school.
"Honhonhon~ Of course not! I am far too gorgeous to have been in that stuffy classroom for so long!" scoffed Francis as Gilbert rolled his eyes.
Matthew sighed. It was these assholes again.
Antonio laughed, shoving Francis and knocking him into Gilbert, who, in turn, was knocked into Matthew.
"H-hey, watch where you're going." He said quietly.
"Shit. Sorry." apologized Gilbert, extending his hand out to help Matthew up.
"Thanks." He said, taking Gilbert's hand. Why did he feel so tingly?
"My awesome name is Gilbert! What's yours?" asked the Prussian as Antonio elbowed Francis with a wink to signify they should give the two some alone time.
"Matthew." He said, again quietly.
Gilbert stared at him a bit harder. "Don't I have you for some class?"
"Yes.. A couple actually."
"Oh. I don't know why I never noticed you. You're not really forgettable." mused the albino as he continued looking at him
"Well uh.. I uh.. Um... Thanks." Replied Matthew, blushing.
"Sure! Hey, so do you get what we're doing in math? Because mein awesomeness doesn't get it!"
"Yeah, it's actually fairly simple when you break it down." Said the blonde.
"Ah, here." Gilbert handed his phone to Matthew. "Put your number in, Birdie. You can explain it to me when we're not about to be late to class."
"Oh, ok." Matthew quickly entered his number in and handed it back to Gilbert.
"See you later Birdie!" called the albino, dashing away to his class.
"Wow." The Canadian breathed, "Did that really just happen?"
Later, in math, Gilbert dropped his stuff on the desk next to Matthew. "Hey Birdie!"
"Oh, hi Gilbert." He greeted, surprised. He hadn't expected Gilbert to actually remember him four classes later. He certainly hadn't thought the boy would sit with him.
"Birdie, help me do this stupid math!" Gilbert told him, pulling out a paper.
"Here, it's easy." Matthew pulled it over, taking out his pencil and began to explain the complicated problem to Gilbert.
Gilbert soon zoned out, opting to stare at the blonde. He wasn't sure how he had never noticed him before; the Canadian was actually VERY good-looking, with purple-blue eyes behind his glasses, and blonde waves that neatly framed his face, except for one particularly stubborn curl that simply bobbed in front of his face. He was a little bit shorter than Gilbert, his physique slim but not skinny. Plus, he was sweet and soft-spoken, very polite and obviously very smart. In short, he was someone Gilbert would like to fuck senseless.
"Gilbert? Gilbert, are you listening?" Matthew shook him, "you said you needed help, and you're not gonna zone out on me."
"J- ja, Birdie, I was listening." the albino lied.
"Ok, solve this one." He said, handing the pencil to Gilbert.
"... Um." he said, flushing pink. He hated looking stupid and he looked like a complete idiot at the moment.
"You weren't listening, were you?" Matt said.
"I was too!"
"Then why can't you do it?" the blonde asked skeptically.
Gilbert sighed. "Because I wasn't listening."
"Exactly. Now I know why you don't understand it. You're smart. You just don't apply yourself."
Gilbert frowned. "Well, Birdie, why don't you come over to my house sometime and tutor me?"
"S-sure. I might have to ask my parents, but yeah…"He blushed again.
"Great. It's settled then." he said, propping his feet up on the desk as the teacher began to explain math to them. She had long ago given up trying to make him pay attention. Gilbert watched the Canadian surreptitiously, making sure the blonde wouldn't notice. He decided he liked this boy. A lot.
Matt decided he would just have to wrap up his wrists. He didn't want Gilbert seeing the scars.
"Birdie." Gilbert whispered
"Hm?" He leaned over.
"Wanna sit with me at lunch today?"
"Uh, yeah sure." His heart soared at the thought. Sitting with Gilbert Beilschmidt at lunch? This had to be a dream.
"Awesome." said the albino with a grin in Matthew's direction that made the Canadian's heart flutter.
Later, at lunch, Matt searched around the room for where Gilbert sat.
"Birdie! Over here!" Gilbert yelled from his place at a table in the corner with Francis and Antonio. Of course, since Antonio was there, that meant Lovino was there. Since Lovino was there, so was Feliciano. And that meant Ludwig was there, so Kiku was too. Since Kiku was there, Yao was as well, which in turn brought Ivan there.
In other words, that was way too many people for Mattie to be comfortable with.
"Uh… Yeah." He walked over there, intimidated by all of these people, especially Ivan.
"honhon~ is that Matthieu~?" asked Francis in a seductive tone.
"Yes, that is, now don't freak him out with your French weirdness." said Gilbert, making a hand motion for Matt to sit in the chair next to him, one he had so obviously saved specifically for the Canadian.
"Th-thanks." He said, sitting down.
"No problem."
"Gilbert, mi amigo, who is this?" Antonio asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I'm Matthew. I sit by him in math." Matt said.
Antonio glanced at the Canadian. "Ah, nice to meet you! I'm Antonio!" he then proceeded to introduce everyone at the table, including his foul-tempered boyfriend, who scoffed at Matt.
"Cool, it's nice to meet you all to." He said.
Then another conversation began, leaving the Canadian completely forgotten. He was used to this, just resolving to eat his lunch.
"What's wrong, Birdie?"
"Oh nothing, I'm fine." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm used to it."
Gilbert stared at him, concerned. "Okay, if you say so Birdie."
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Well... Okay." said Prussia, giving him an unconvinced look and turning back to Antonio, who was telling some story about the time he had tried teaching Lovino Spanish.
Matthew continued eating, looking at the back of Gilbert's neck. He couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. "So, anyways Birdie." said Gilbert once lunch was over, handing the Canadian a piece of paper. "There's my address. My house after school?"
"Thanks, and sure." He said, taking the paper.
"Okay! See you then!" said the Prussian, leaving.
"Bye." He waved
Once at Gilbert's house, Matthew tugged down his sleeves. He had bandaged his wrists, but he didn't want Gilbert to see the bandages either.
Gilbert waited impatiently for Matt to arrive. He was bored out of his mind.
Thankfully, the doorbell rang about a minute after he had begun to wonder if the Canadian was even coming.
"Mattie!" said Gilbert, flinging open the door cheerfully.
"Hi. Are you ready to get started?" He asked.
"Ja! Do you want some beer?" Gilbert asked, moving aside so Mattie could come inside.
"Gilbert, we're not old enough to do that!" Matt said.
"... Me and Ludwig do it all the time!" said Gilbert, head tilted to the side in confusion.
"What? Why?"
"... Why not?" asked the albino, confused as to why this was wrong.
"Well, it's illegal, isn't it?" He said.
Gilbert sighed. "Ok, so none for you. We have water. And milk. Which one do you want?"
"Water, please." He said.
Gilbert got the desired drink and, yes, a beer for himself, hopping over the back of the couch and sitting down next to the Canadian.
"Ok, what's the big thing you need help on?" He asked.
"Math." said Gilbert, not being specific at all.
"Ok, let's start with what we learned at the beginning of the year." He said
"What did we learn then?" Gilbert asked blankly.
"We have a lot to cover." The Canadian sighed.
"Yeah. Hey, what happened to your wrist...s?" asked Gilbert, nodding at the Canadian's arms.
"What?" He glanced down at his wrists. His sleeves had ridden up, "Uh.. They uh..."
"They what?" asked the Prussian.
"They um.." What did he say? What lie could he tell that would sound convincing? "c-cat. The cat got them."
"Oh, okay." said Gilbert. "So, Alfred's your brother, right?"
"Yeah, yeah he is." He said, tugging down his sleeves, silently thanking God for the Prussian's ignorance.
"What's THAT like?" asked Gilbert, shifting so that he was facing Matt with one knee pulled to his chest. Alfred was a pretty fun guy, and the dude knew how to party. Gilbert was pretty sure he had no issue with underage drinking.
"I stand in his shadow." He said, "no one really notices me."
"No one at all?" asked Gilbert in disbelief.
"Some people do. Our parents. The teachers. That's it though. I don't hate Alfred for getting the spotlight, in fact, I feel sorry for him."
"You do? You're not... Jealous, or something?"
"Sometimes. When I'm playing hockey."
"You're jealous when you're playing hockey?" repeated Gilbert, confused.
"I'm jealous of him when I play hockey. Because mom and dad don't usually come. They only go to Alfred's football games."
"Oh." said the albino, frowning. That honestly sucked. "When are your hockey games? I want to come to one!"
"I have one this Saturday." He said.
"Well I'll be there." said the Prussian, looking into Matthew's eyes.
"Thanks." He said, smiling.
"No problem, birdie~.
"So about that math problem..."
Matthew's visits to Gilbert's house continued for several weeks, during which Gilbert slowly got better, and they both learnt more about each other. Gilbert liked the Canadian more and more each day, and the questions about his wrists didn't stop.
"What happened this time?"
"What? Oh. I was cutting vegetables and the knife slipped."
"You're really clumsy, birdie!"
"Y- Yeah. Now I can see what you're doing wrong here, you're not carrying your numbers down in the equation..."
"I'm not what?" asked Gilbert, mystified.
"You're not carrying the numbers with the variables in the equation."
"Birdie, I don't think you understand: I don't understand anything about this."
"You do to a point. Gil, we've been working on this for weeks. See, solve that for me." He said, writing down a problem.
"Ahh, okay. But I'm too awesome for math and therefore haven't been paying attention all year." said Gilbert, taking the pencil and staring at the problem, solving the first part and then getting stuck completely on the next.
"See, you've got it until here, let me explain it to you." He said, taking the pencil and explaining the problem, showing Gilbert every step.
Gilbert nodded, paying attention this time. Sort of. He half was. The other half was on how close Matthew was to him, smelling kind of like maple syrup, which was endearing. His eyes traced the delicate angles of the Canadian's face and he zoned back in just in time for the Canadian to say, "Got that?" which he replied to quickly with, "Ja!"
"Ok, now it's your turn." He wrote down a new problem and handed Gilbert the pencil.
Gilbert inwardly cursed. This happened every time. He couldn't do this, Matthew was too distracting. "O- okay." he said, trying once more and getting stuck in the exact same spot.
"Okay, I guess I'll explain it again..."
"Sorry." the Prussian sighed guiltily.
"No it's okay. I like spending time with you."
Gilbert blinked before smiling. "I like spending time with you too, Birdie."
The Canadian turned a bright pink color as he realized what he had just said, and blushed even harder when he realized what Gilbert had said in response.
Gilbert was suddenly aware of just how close the blonde was. He could just... lean forward and kiss him. But, he shouldn't. He couldn't. He appeared to be one of the boy's only friends and if he messed that up, the boy would be alone. No matter how irresistible the Canadian was, he WOULD NOT kiss him. Or throw him on the bed and fuck him senseless. Or... Okay, getting off track.
Matt noticed how close the Prussian's face was getting. And the face his eyes where closing. And that his lips looked so kissable. He couldn't help himself, so, he too leaned forward.
"Gilbert," said Ludwig, walking in. "Mutti told me to tell... you..." the German trailed off as he saw how close they were. Blushing, he exited the room, whatever their mother had told him to tell Gilbert no longer important.
Gilbert laughed nervously.
"What?" Matt breathed.
"N- nothing." he stuttered. Shit. Did he just STUTTER? How unawesome can you get?
"That's ok." He said, putting his hands on either side of Gilbert's face, "wanna go back to where we started?"
Gilbert felt his cheeks flame. Why was he being so UNAWESOME, NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO BE UNAWESOME. But he just couldn't think around the Canadian. "... Ja." he said. Oh, now THAT was eloquent. Real smooth, Gil. Real fucking-
He stopped berating himself as Mattie leaned in.
Matt pressed his lips to Gilbert's.
Gilbert moved his lips against the Canadians, running his tongue over the blonde's bottom lip. There we go. He was thinking straight now.
The Canadian granted him access to his mouth, tangling his hands in the Prussian's hair.
Gil's tongue slipped past the Canadian's lips, exploring the inside of Matt's mouth, his arms wrapping around the other's waist, both of them falling back on the couch, Gilbert on top and Matthew under him.
Matt wrapped his legs around Gilbert's waist, a small moan escaping him.
The Prussian made a soft noise in the back of his throat as he slid one hand up into Mattie's hair.
Gilbert broke the kiss and moved him mouth down, kissing down Mattie's neck, biting and sucking here and there, drawing moans from the Canadian. "Birdie, ich liebe dich." Gilbert said, pulling back and moving his mouth to the Canadians earlobe.
Matt moaned again, felling Gilbert lick his ear.
Gilbert nibbled on the Canadian's ear before moving back down to his neck and searching for his sweet spot.
"Nngh~ Gil~" the Canadian threw his head back.
Gilbert smiled, biting down on the spot before licking it apologetically and pulling back from the panting blonde.
"That… was amazing..." Mattie said.
"Not as amazing as you, birdie~"
"Thank you Gil." Matthew blushed furiously.
"It's true~ I love you, Birdie."
"Je t'aime."
"Good." Responded the Prussian, leaning forward and kissing Matthew roughly.
"Gilbert, when I come in there I want you to not be kissing!" Ludwig called from the other room.
"SHUT UP!" Gilbert yelled back as Matthew pulled back.
"I should be going..." he said.
"So soon?" Asked Gil with a frown.
"Well, your brother wants to talk to you, so..."
"He can wait!"
"No I can't!"
"SHUT UP BRUDER."
"No, no it's okay." He said.
"Well, okay..." said Gilbert disappointedly.
"Besides, I need to get home for dinner. I'll see youtomorrow." He kissed Gilbert's brow.
"All right. Bye Birdie." He squeezed the Canadians hand, walking him to the door.
"Bye mon cher." He said, happier than he had ever been in his life.
Gilbert kissed him once more and then turned around. "LUDWIG, WHATEVER YOU WANTED BETTER HAVE BEEN IMPORTANT."