Hey guys
i love prucan pairing they are like night and day but its cool.
canada is quiet and shy but Prussia is loud and obnoxious
well story time please review.
Keep quiet and keep your mouth shut. Those are the words I was taught to live by. Who taught me these things? I did. My older brother has always out shined me. People can hardly remember my name. It's not like my brother hates me. He can't help being loud and obnoxious, I'm just really quiet. No one notices me and my parents are constantly calling me Alfred. It's kind of sad.
I look to the school. My mother is dropping us off today, it's the first year of high school. I grab my stuffed bear,yes I know it's childish but it makes me feel secure. Well I can probably look forward to getting beat up by one of the guys Al was going to infuriate. I jumped out of the car when we came to a stop. Al was already ahead of me. Probably forgetting that I was behind him already. I sighed, as I straightened my t shirt that was red and said authentic Canadian syrup.
I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and walked into the school. I just waited for some big thug to pick me out and throw me agains the locker. Until that happened I needed to put my books away. I searched for my locker in the mess of people who were in the hall.
Just because I'm shy and socially awkward doesn't mean I don't have a personality it just means I don't share it with others. I had to look at my schedule to see where my home room was. I hadn't thought to check before. I opened the envelope with my classes on it.
1. Art
2 chemistry
3 math
4. PE
Lunch
5 french class
6 design class
7 language arts
8. History
I was excited for French and art. I loved drawing it expressed my feelings. I was already fluent in French so that class would be easy for me. I pushed my blond locks out of my face so I could read. I grabbed my books I needed and put them in my book bag. I sling the bag over my shoulder. Maybe high school would be better than middle school.
Maybe someone would notice me.
I started to walk to the art hall. I was feeling good about this year.
I felt a sudden chil and fished my red sweat shirt out of my bag. What can I say, I love the color red it is one of the colors of the Canadian flag. I was born in Canada with my mother. When I was born both of my parents were split. My father being half American,half Canadian. Moved back to america and met another woman.
My mother broke up with my father before she found out she was pregnant with me. Then my father met another woman and she had Alfred. Only a few weeks before my mother had me. Which was weird. But al being my half brother didnt stop us from looking like twins. Yay.
I looked around the crowded hall way as I heard a bell off in the distance. I saw the label for art class. I was walking fast lay over to the class. I saw someone running towards me. I didn't really recognize them but the boy was yelling my name and running towards me," Matthieu, Matthieu!" He yelled. He was kind of Loud and it was embarrassing.
People noticed him but didn't really look at me. The guy who sounded French, ran up to give me a hug. I stiffened in his grip. Why was this stranger hugging a weird Antisocial kid." Who are you?" I choked out.
The boy stopped hugging me." Don't you remember it's you big cousin Francis." I don't remember any Francis'. I shrugged," I came down with my mother to take care of you, when the accident happened." I mentally cringed, I hated that subject. I guess my mind had blocked it out.
I shook my head." We'll you weren't in the right frame of mind after a tragedy." I could feel my heart hurt but I shrugged it off. I saw my so called 'cousin' wave some boys over. " we'll my cousin I will see you around, I have to get to class." I nodded.
I knew. He would forget who I was soon enough. I walked into the art room. Not knowing what surprises were awaiting me.
The door to the art room was open and I could feel the happiness in the room. Maybe because it was painted a bright yellow with artwork splashed over all of the walls. There was a board at the front end of the class room. But the room was filled with exercise ball underneath the tables to sit on. The tables were basic wood, and they had paint splattered all over the table. I saw a name tag with my name on it and a piece of blank white paper.
I set my bag down beside the exercise ball. I sat on the ball and felt it shift under my weight. I smiled I think I was going to like this class. I heard students milling around the room talking. I looked at the board to see the writing. I adjusted my glasses. I saw the words, draw your feelings.
I guess that that was an abstract question to try and answer. It wasn't like hard to understand but there were many ways to answer it.
I looked down at my paper and started to draw.
I didn't even notice the grey haired boy sit next to me.
But I could feel his his eyes staring at my paper as I drew. It was probably a mistake. But I looked up anyways into blood red eyes. That were searching my paper for answers. Why? I don't know but they were looking at my paper.
H looked up at the board and gave a frustrated sigh," are you ok?" I said quietly. Not expecting him to respond.
"Yeah little birdie, I just can't read what the board says." The boy spoke in a German accent and looked at the board squinting. I was sort of disturbed by the fact he was calling me birdie but what ever that meant I'm sure it was an complement right. I was probably wrong but I decided to answer him anyways," it says to draw your emotions." I said in my quiet voice.
Then he smiled at me," thank you birdie, I just couldn't see it." I looked at his name tag. Choking back a giggle I looked to his confused face," so your name is Gertrude." He looked down at the name tag and squinted," no it says Gilbert." He looked at it a few times.
I smiled a little," no Gilbert is the one in front of me." Gilbert looked at the other name tag with a sad look on his face. He moved to my front," that was so unawesome. Birdie." I thought the nick name was weird but I just went with it because the guy looked like someone suddenly killed his best friend. "I'm sorry for laughing." I apologized.
He suddenly gave me a bright smile," thank you for the awesome apology birdie, but I'm fine." He looked up at the board then sighed and looked down at his paper and started to do a drawing. I turned my attention back to my drawing drawing a small polar bear like the one I had in my lap. He sat alone in a cave while there was a shadow of a large eagle covering him. His fur looked dark from the shadowing effect and he had a sad look in his eyes.
"So are you a freshman?" He drew my eyes up from my picture. I nodded, trying not to be too weird."that's awesome I am a sophomore, I am the awesome Gilbert if you didn't catch it yet. What is your name?"
I looked into those red eyes." Mattie," I said quietly.
"We'll the awesome Gilbert notices you as the not as awesome but awesome Mattie."
Then the teacher walked in the room and she started to talk.
I tried to draw my attention to her but something about this guy was well weird. Maybe it was that he held a conversation with me for like ten minutes. I don't know but he didn't call me Alfred. Maybe he just didn't meet al yet and would soon. My soul seemed to hurt for a minute. He would probably forget me by tomorrow anyways.
Maybe I was just meant to be alone.
aww poor canada I just wanna hug him
why is Prussia having issues rreading review if you wanna know
love you all
-J