Sup. People of Fanfiction.

Ok so this is my first fanfic so criticize me as much as you want (but don't be to harsh please) and also please tell me if I did anything right...

I mean I probably failed compared to everyone else's fanfics... Everyone is so good at writing fanfic except for me *goes into emo corner*

Sorry for rambling but try to enjoy the story anyway.

Matthew couldn't even look at Gilbert. His head turned away, tears filled his eyes as he said to Gilbert "its over."

If you were there you could instantly hear Gilbert's heart breaking into a million pieces. His mind went blank for a moment. "What. What did birdie just say? No he can't just say that…. No, no, NO!" he thought.

Matthew was right at the door when Gilbert finally made a response. "Wait. Birdie, please give me another chance," said Gilbert. His eyes fighting back his tears as he watched Matthew stopped but not making a sound. Matthew slowly opened the door and left.

When he shut door, he started running. Where? He also didn't know where. He just started running. He could feel his tears run down his cheeks. How could he say that? He was still in love with Gilbert but then it was Gilbert's fault. Gilbert was kissing another girl. How could he forgive that?

"Whoa, Matthew are you okay?" asked Alfred as Matthew crashed into him.

"Not now Alfred," said Matthew as he tried to escape from his brother.

"Wait, No. You're crying," said Alfred as he grabbed Matthew's wrist firmly.

"It doesn't matter. You're hurting me," said Matthew looking at his wrist.

"Oh, sorry," replied Alfred as he let go of his brother's wrist but when he let go Matthew started running again." Wait! Don't Run! Mattie, Let me be you hero! Tell me your problem!" he shouted but Matthew was too far away.

Matthew was far away from Alfred now and before he realise it, he found himself on the school's roof top. The place where Gilbert had first confessed his love to him. He closed the door and leaned on it so that no one could open it. He fell to his knees and started crying out loud.

What just happened? Is it really over between him and birdie? Gilbert slumped down against the wall. Fuck. I am such a douche and that is really not awesome Gilbert thought. "Oh man, what am I gonna do now", said Gilbert with a deep sigh. "I can't believe it's over. Scheiße. Am I crying? No way, I'm to awesome for that." Again he sighed deeply. "Who am I kidding?" He stayed in that positions in a moment that felt like hours and hours.

"Bruder! Where are you now," grumbled Ludwig. He had opened every single door and checked every single room in the school for his brother. His hand opened the last door he had to open. "Whoa, bruder, are you okay? You're crying."

"Yeah, I'm cool. I'm awesome as ever," replied Gilbert, still crying.

"Bruder. I'm here for you. You can tell me what happened," said the younger German who was looking very worried for his brother.

Gilbert looked up to face his brother and said, "Birdie dumped me."

"Oh. Uh… It'll be okay," said Ludwig who wasn't use to comforting people. "Come on, bruder. We have to go home now. The school is about to close."

Gilbert got on his feet even though he really didn't want to. He was much comfortable sulking in the corner but he was too tired to make an argument.

Matthew locked himself in the room, refusing to go out. He had skipped dinner and now he was moping in the corner of his room. He wasn't the one being dumped but he was feeling really, really bad.

"Come on Mattie. Please just open up the door," said his brother Alfred. "You don't need to talk to me or anything but let me in already. This is also my room, remember."

That had completely slipped Matthew's mine. How could he forget that? Had this break up made him so unfocused? He got up and unlocked the door for his brother silently.

"Thanks, Matt," said the American, relieved that he could finally get into his bedroom.

The quietness of the room felt more and more uncomfortable as time passed by. The room went silent for a whole hour and more before the American finally lost his patience.

"Stop it Mattie. I can't stand it anymore. Please tell me who made you so sad so I can beat him to a pulp," said Alfred with his extremely loud voice.

It went quiet for a while before Matthew replied.

"No one made me like this. It's my own fault. Sorry for bothering you," said Matthew as he climbed into his bed and hid under cover of his blanket.

"There's nothing to be sorry for but I wish you would really tell me what's on your mind," answered Alfred before realising the reason why his brother could have been so depressed. "Did you get into a fight with that stupid German kid?"

"His not stupid and no we didn't fight we broke up," said Matthew as he felt even worse the before. Actually saying the words "broke up" really stings his heart.

"Oh," said Alfred who was actually speechless for the first time of his noisy life. It was his brother's first boyfriend so he must be really hurting. He remembered when he first broke up with Arthur. It was a horrible memory. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine. I'm here for you and anyway there are other guys and girls out there just waiting for you."

Alfred's words weren't really comforting but knowing his brother would always have his back made him felt a little bit less lonely. Just a little bit.

Matthew hid deeper into his bed before saying, "Goodnight, Al."

"Pass me another can of beer, West," said Gilbert. Yes, he is underage for drinking but now one really mind since he is German (Prussian) and everyone in Germany drinks.

"Don't you think you had a lit bit too much, bruder," said Ludwig. As he passed his brother another can of beer. This must have been his 6th can of beer.

"No, I'm fine. This'll be my last can for tonight. See," said the more than tipsy Gilbert slowly trying to stand up. "I'm absolutely awesome."

He took one step and tripped over his one feet. It's a good thing his brother was strong or else he would have fallen flat on the floor. Actually, maybe falling wasn't that bad. Any pain other than this would have been fine. Gilbert started crying again. Birdie's gone. Birdie hates me was the only thing that went around his head.

"Come on, bruder. I'll carry you on my back," said Ludwig as he watched his brother become more and more depressed. He placed his brother on his back. He brother felt heavier than usual. Maybe because of all the beer had drunk. Whatever he thought. Ludwig took Gilbert into to Gilbert's bedroom.

Gilbert lay on his bed looking up to the full coloured ceiling. What is tomorrow going to bring he thought.