A/N: Oh deary me. Thank you for the reviews!
There were two pairings that overlapped in the requests. FrUK and USUK. So I'd like to do, well, a vote-type thing with it. But atm in the story, the two blonds will be fighting over Artie. :DI'd like you all to meet my beta, Optimistically-Hopeless!
Haha, hey guys, Optimistic here! I'm really excited to be beta-ing! This is my first time being a beta reader, so I hope I do a good job! XD So, I hope you enjoy! Grazie! (:
So, here I go, I guess!
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His Eyes, They Shone Like Diamonds
It was the day after, and Matthew came into school to only be grabbed over by a giddy Gilbert and introduced to another of the guy's friends. Matthew was rather flustered from all the attention he was receiving.
"Okay, Birdie, this is Francis," introduced the albino, grinning. Though Matthew did notice the slightly dangerous aura around him when he looked at the blond boy. An aura that said 'Do-something-and-I'll-kill-you.
…But do what, exactly?
In a French accent, the blond purred, "Ah, bonjour. I'm sure I've seen you with Art'ur, oui?" He held out his hand and when the Canadian was about to shake it, he kissed his knuckles with a content hum - and a strange look of lust in his eyes. Matthew blushed and pulled his hand away shyly.
A teacher came over and asked to speak to Gilbert, a slightly peeved expression on his face, and the silver haired boy waved goodbye to Matthew. The albino didn't look nervous at all, surprisingly. The little Canadian knew he'd be scared to death if a teacher came over to him with such a scary look on his face…
After they departed, Matthew headed for class. It was D.T (Design and Technology), and he stood next to Arthur, the guy who his brother Alfred was crushing on. However, unbeknownst to Arthur, a guy called Francis also had a crush on him, forming a war between the American and the Frenchman. Matthew was surprised how Arthur could be so oblivious to them…
"Hello," greeted the Canadian. Arthur had, by now, stopped not noticing Matthew as much as everyone else. He did every now and again, but that didn't matter, as long as he was there to be a good friend.
"Hello, chap," replied Arthur. "Nice day so far, let's hope it stays that way," commented the Brit, fishing out his homework planner from his bag, which was slung over his shoulder. It had a Union Jack on it, unsurprisingly.
In the lesson, Matthew had almost finished the clock he was making, as his D.T class was focusing on working with plastic and electric materials. At the end, Francis and Alfred had accompanied Arthur to his next class.
The rest of the day? Ah, well it was boring. Matthew didn't see Gilbert at all, and lessons were the usual. When he did see the albino at the end of the day, he allowed a nervous smile to make its way onto his face. He greeted Gilbert warmly and the other replied with a happy grin. They began walking down the corridor.
A tall, stoic blond was beside him. A frown worked its way onto his face when he saw Gilbert smile at Matthew. Rather angrily, he dragged the albino off and around a corner.
"Mein gott! Verdammt, Gilbert!" hissed the other, though in a slightly hushed voice. "Haven't you learned to control your urges?"
Gilbert was probably rolling his eyes. "'Course I can. I don't want him for that."
"Then what for?" the other snapped, and the sound of a fist hitting a table was audible. "You have no other reason to bring him here!"
Matthew thought. 'Are they meaning... Sex?' he asked himself, confused. It sounded like it. So he listened in more...
"I... I don't know, Ludwig. I just feel... Good around him. Better than I've ever been with any girl, any guy, any anything!"
...That was sweet. The blond gripped onto the edges of his coat tightly, listening harder.
'Ludwig' moaned before speaking again. "Gilbert, you know it'll be seconds before you have your teeth in his neck. Face it, the way we are, none of us will be able to do anything good."
Wait a minute... Gilbert's teeth... They were pretty sharp...
No way, that was for fairytales or something, right?
"But..." the albino tried to say, before being interrupted.
"No," growled Ludwig, sounding frustrated. "Remember what happened with Katyusha?"
...Huh?
"Y-yeah..." Gilbert said. "You really loved her, didn't you?"
Apparently Ludwig nodded. "But your urges. I get where you're coming from..."
Matthew was experiencing extreme fear and paranoia around the corner. He was confused of what they were talking about, but thought it had something to do with death, as of the use of past tense. Nervously, he kept glancing to the door to outside, and swore it got further away every time. He didn't feel safe - not at all.
But it could be something completely harmless and innocent, right? Let's think logically here.
...Never mind, the only logical option was that they'd killed someone, the illogical being they were vampires. Which, of course, wasn't going to be true...
Right. Of course it couldn't be. He barely noticed Gilbert coming back.
"Birdie, you alright?" he asked, noticing how freaked out the other looked. The Canadian shook his head.
"I'm fine, just a little cold."
For a moment, Gilbert stayed quiet before saying, "You're not comfortable, are you?" Matthew looked up at the other, not saying anything. The albino pulled him away by his arm.
'Oh God,' the smaller one thought in panic. 'He's taking me to a room, he'll tie me up, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me, why did I go near him? I'm going to die, I'm-'
Where they ended up was not what he'd expected. They were on the roof in a small, desolate cabin. It had red walls with words and graffiti scribbled across it in a messy way, though it looked rather nice. The floor was a tad untidy, but not too much, and Gilbert led him over to a desk.
"I like rock," said the albino fondly. "And the colour red. Also, I like the colours black, white and gold. See?" He pointed to a flag on the wall that Matthew hadn't ever seen before. It was a strip of black horizontally, then white beneath it, and black on top of that. In the middle was a black eagle with a staff of a golden colour.
"What flag is that?" Matthew asked curiously.
Gilbert stood up and walked over to it. "The almighty, awesome-tastic Kingdom of Prussia," the albino began to explain. "Vati says I trace back to the King, you know."
Of course the Canadian didn't believe that, but nodded. He wanted to listen to the other for some reason - no longer was he fretting over being murdered.
"It became East Germany about 65 years ago. I'm not sure why - History ain't my thing - but I do know that it was once a country. Something to do with Austria and Hungary."
The other smiled, interested in this 'Prussia'. He was staring at the flag and almost jumped out of his skin when Gilbert sat beside him and asked, "What colours do you like, Birdie?"
Being shy, Matthew almost whispered his reply. "W-well, I like white, red and blue. Dark blue, sort of like my eyes..."
"Why?" asked he silver-haired boy, staring intently into Matthew's eyes.
"Because the Canadian flag is red and white, and I'm Canadian."
The red-eyed boy grinned. "Patriotic too? Sweet."
The Canadian nodded, a smile on his lips. He did like Gilbert, he liked him a lot. But the conversation he heard earlier came back to his mind...
Could he even trust Gilbert? Or was he being stupid?
The rest of the lunch break they talked about nothing in particular. The subject moved from birds to maple syrup, then to the weather, then to sillier, random things. Matthew didn't want to leave Gilbert's side at all. Though he knew he had to - he was too scared to stay or miss lessons - not that anyone would notice. He was about to go out the door when Gilbert grabbed him softly by the arm.
"So we're friends, right?" he asked hopefully, smiling. Matthew laughed lightly.
"Of course, silly," replied the Canadian. He turned and left, smiling. Their hands were together for a little longer than necessary, and when Matthew left, he felt a little flutter in his chest.
Okay, so he liked Gilbert. Even if he was scary. He liked him, and he liked him a lot.
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A/N: ngghhh;/
So, we have the blond love triangle and some subtle hints about what this story will become like. Ever thought about how Gilbert's skin is similar to that of a vampire?~
Well anyway, thanks for reviewing, and thanks for beta-ing, Opti! /fail nickname
