This fanfiction is written in companion with the following:
Life with Lyrics (Canada/Cuba)
Life with Lyrics- British Style (America/England)
Life with Lyrics- Lovino Style (S. Italy/Spain)
Life with Lyrics- AWESOME Style (Prussia/Austria)
Constructive Criticism welcome, k?
Disclaimer: Do not own Hetalia.
I have no clue what to call Cuba. Sorry I'm just picking a random name I know I saw used in another fic with Cuba in it.
Drew looks at me/I fake a smile so he won't see/What I want and I need/And everything that we should be
Matthew looked up from behind his textbook at the darker-skinned male that sat diagonal from him. He sighed softly. Matthew had a crush on Cruz for quite some time now, but the male seemed completely oblivious to it. Then again, most people didn't even realize Matthew was there half the time. The blonde hit his forehead against his desk in frustration. He tried to be louder at times, but then he was just confused for Alfred, so what was the point of that?
I'll bet she's beautiful/That girl he talks about/And she's got everything/That I have to live without
Looking up again, Matthew overheard Cruz talking to his friend who sat beside him. Matthew tilted his head slightly realizing they were talking over a date that Cruz had the night before. "Well. That settles that one." Matthew sighed again and leaned over his desk in frustration. 'I swear I'm cursed.' Matthew sighed heavily. Cruz heard the large sigh and turned his head back towards Matthew in confusion. Matthew's face turned red and he quickly hid behind his textbook again. When he peered up over it, Cruz had turned back to the conversation he was having.
Drew talks to me/I laugh 'cause it's just so funny/I can't even see/Anyone when he's with me
The bell rang, much to Matthew's dismay. He walked out of the room slowly, dragging his feet to his next class. He wasn't fond of gym as much as his brother was, it'd be a little more enjoyable if the sports they played weren't contact sports, which people took way too seriously in his opinion. He always ended up with new bruises.
"Hey, wait up."
Matthew turned and blinked at Cruz, startled, "Eh…hello."
"Off to another class of tackle and bruise?" Cruz smiled, knowing he was headed towards the gym.
Matthew sighed and nodded, "I don't see why we can't play touch tackle or something. Does it have to be full out tackle?"
Cruz grinned and slapped him on the back, "So don't catch the football!"
"Then I don't get credit for class participation!" But Matthew laughed anyway. He half-wondered if the teacher would even notice if he wasn't participating at all. Probably not. Maybe he could sit this one out, "You had a date last night?" Matthew hadn't even realized he was saying it until it had already left his mouth and he was cursing mentally to himself.
He says he's so in love/He's finally got it right/I wonder if he knows/He's all I think about at night
"Yeah. She asked me out during school yesterday." Cruz rubbed the back of his head, looking a little embarrassed. "She seems alright. Not like most of the girls around here who travel in groups at least."
Matthew nodded silently, "Eh well that's a good thing. At least she doesn't have a group of people she talks about every little thing with."
Cruz laughed, "Yeah. That's one way of looking at it. Oh hey, I have to go this way. My next class is in the library today."
"Eh? Oh, okay then. See you later." Matthew smiled and waved as his tall friend disappeared into the crowd of students around them. He sighed heavily and continued walking to gym class. "You're not even going to notice that I'm upset about it are you?" Matthew sighed and trudged to the changing room.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar/The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star/He's the song in the car I keep singing/Don't know why I do
Matthew stood by himself outside, shivering slightly in the cold. He rubbed his arms as he watched his classmates run around on the field outside. "Isn't it too cold to be outside anyway?" Matthew sighed heavily before joining his team as they ran by. Might as well try keeping warm somehow. He barely even paid attention to who was carrying the football. His gaze had drifted to the windows at the library where he could see Cruz sitting at a table. A moment later he felt himself slamming into the ground. Judging by the weight, someone had tackled him thinking he had the football. Matthew saw up hearing the cursed apology. Not bothering to respond, since the other had already gotten up in a hurry to catch the one who was actually carrying the football. Matthew just hugged his ribs and limped off the field.
Drew walks by me/Can he tell that I can't breathe?/And there he goes, so perfectly/The kind of flawless I wish I could be
Matthew stalked through the hallway, still holding his hurting side, "This is exactly why I hate playing tackle football." He sighed to himself. He looked up noticing that Cruz was walking this way. Matthew watched him walk right by without even noticing the blonde. Turning slightly, Matthew tilted his head as Cruz walked up to a female at her locker and started talking to her. Matthew shook his head and turned back around. The nurse's office was sounding like the best spot to be for the time being. Especially since he did not want to be his next class since Cruz and his girlfriend were both in it.
She better hold him tight/Give him all her love/Look in those beautiful eyes/And know she's lucky 'cause
Sitting in the nurse's office, Matthew waited while the nurse attempted to contact his parents, no matter how many times he told her they were at work right now and wouldn't be home to take the call. Matthew sighed heavily for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He collapsed backwards on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He could feel the tears ebbing at the corners of his eyes and laid one arm across his eye to hide the tears. 'Stupid idiot for not noticing…stupid me for not being able to speak up.' Matthew ended up falling asleep, not even hearing the nurse pull the curtain around his bed.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar/The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing/Don't know why I do
"Well yeah they're at work right now, didn't he tell you?" Alfred's loud voice woke up Matthew from his sleep.
Matthew groaned slightly and attempted to roll over on his side but stopped and quickly moved to his back again.
The curtain was yanked open rather abruptly. "Hey dude, you're awake. Come on, man, I'll take you home!" Alfred grinned at him cheerfully.
Matthew glared at him in response but slowly got back up off the bed. Much to his dismay, Alfred insisted on Matthew leaning on him while he was walking. "I'm fine, Alfred." Matthew insisted.
"No you're not. You're going home. And if it's still hurting by tomorrow, you're going to the hospital." Alfred said cheerfully, keeping one arm around his brother's waist, while the other hand held on to Matthew's left hand. Matthew glared at Alfred, who had taken Matthew's left arm and put it around his neck and shoulders. "It's not my legs that are hurt you know." Matthew sulked.
"Yeah but ribs hurt when you get full-on tackled. Man, you musta really been into it today!" Alfred laughed, completely oblivious to his brother's pain.
"Shut up Alfred. I wasn't even carrying the football." Matthew grumbled.
So I drive home alone/As I turn out the light/I'll put his picture down/And maybe get some sleep tonight
Matthew laid on his bed at home, quietly thinking about the half day he had managed to stay in school this time. He was sure one of these times his parents were going to get a call about the many times he left early because of an injury during gym class or some other personal illness, but right now, he didn't care. Alfred had gone back to school after Matthew insisted he was just going to lay down and take a nap until their parents got home.
"No point in us both missing school." Matthew sighed and looked over at the wall. Hanging in his line of sight was a picture of Cruz and himself in middle school. Cruz had one arm around Matthew's shoulders and was grinning wildly at the camera, while Matthew was looking rather embarrassed at Cruz. "Ugh." Matthew forced himself out of bed and threw the picture behind his dresser and climbed back into bed.
'Cuz he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar/The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart/He's the song in the car I keep singing/Don't know why I do
"One of these days. I'll get over it." Matthew grabbed his pillow and covered his face with it, feeling the familiar sting of tears at the edge of his eyes. "Forget this. I'm sleeping through the whole day if I have to, but I am not facing Alfred tonight." Matthew allowed sleep to come over him, his last thoughts remembering to every other time Alfred came home from school and his parents were home. If he saw Matthew he would instantly tell their parents whatever had happened during the day and why Matthew had to leave early.
Exhausted by the day's events, he didn't even hear his parents come home, or Alfred peering into the bedroom to tell him supper was ready.
He's the time taken up but there's never enough/And he's all that I need to fall into/Drew looks at me/I fake a smile so he won't see
Those people who have already read this may have noticed it's been edited/updated. Originally this chapter had him waking up the next morning at the end of this, but in order to match the other companion fanfics that would have put him a day ahead, so I took that part out. Hence why this chapter ended on the song lyric. Maybe at some point I'll rewrite this without the song lyrics =w=;