Okay! So here's chappy no. 2! I was gonna update sooner, but I'm currently on vacation in Bulgaria with my family! Yee~
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The small, yellow school bus slowed to a stop outside the large building. The two boys stood up and left the vehicle, less than happy about going to school. It didn't help that Matthew already had a funny feeling about the day. Both Alfred and Matthew walked together to their lockers. They were talking about their schedules for the day until Alfred caught sight of a familiar Brit.
"Shit, Mattie it's him.." He said in a hush tone, looking down at his schedule. He looked up again quickly to see him heading their way. "And he's walking this way!"
Matthew looked over to see that his cousin's assumptions were correct. Though he wasn't looking at them, he was looking at the end of the hallway.
"Just do what I said earlier.. don't be obsessive, be natrual. Say 'hi' and leave him be."
Soon enough, Arthur looked over at the two relatives and rolled his eyes as he continued walking. Personally, he didn't mind the Canadian but the American? He dubbed him as annoying. Firstly, it was an attempt to become his friend, but he soon turned it into a mission to get into his pants. Yes, he was gay himself but he had no interest in dating the loud and brash American.
As Arthur walked past the two boys, Alfred inhaled deeply and looked up at the Englishman.
"Hi Arthur.." He said with a small smile before looking back down at his schedule. Matthew gave him a small smile and looked back at his own.
Arthur stopped slightly and looked back. He blinked twice and shook his head. Strange... He thought. No annoying comments? No 'Heya Artie! How are ya? Wanna hang out?' No cheesy pickup lines? I must be dreaming...
"Ah.. Hello their Alfred..." He said before continuing to walk down to his class, feeling confused at the American's calm greeting. As soon as he was out of site, Alfred let out a deep breathe and smiled brightly.
"OH MY SUPERMAN... HE SPOKE... TO ME!"
"Indeed he did... I am extremely happy for you Alfie! I told you it would work!" Said Matthew, smiling back.
"Wait until I tell Ivan about this... That commie bastard isn't gonna believe it.. I'll see ya later! TO THE SCIENCE CLASS!"
...And he was gone.
Matthew sighed. When he had first moved in with his cousin as a young boy, he had the pleasure of meeting his best friend from kindergarten, Ivan Braginski. He'd moved from Russia when he was 3, with his older sister Katyusha and baby sister Natalia, along with his mother and her third husband who originated in Belarus. Her first husband was Ukrainian and had passed away due to illness while her second was Russian and had walked out when she had gotten pregnant for the second time. As a child, Ivan was extremely short and a little chubby, but as soon as he had passed the age of 12, he grew extremely tall. Matthew, being short, found himself often 'afraid' of his relative's friend but as intimidating as the Russian may be, he still considered him a friend of himself and knew he wouldn't harm anyone, no matter how much he joked about himself chasing people with the rusty pipe in his garage.
Shaking himself out of thought, he looked back down at his schedule and saw that he had art, his favourite subject. He began to walk to the classroom. He had always liked art and been good at it. He had also been able to make a couple of friends in his art class, including with one of the Vargas twins from Italy. He'd try to make friends with the other, but he found him quite... aggressive. He usually gave people nicknames; the majority ending in the word 'bastard'.
He eventually arrived to his class and took his usual seat which was between the Italian he managed to befriend known as Feliciano and a bespectacled Estonian known as Eduard. The Estonian boy was away, talking to his friend Tino from Finland who sat at another desk, but Feliciano was already sitting in his chair, a smile on his face and his stray hair curl moving as he turned to talk to Matthew.
"Ve~ is good to see you this morning Matteo!"
Matthew smiled as he put his sketchbook down on his desk "Good morning Feli, you seem happy this morning.."
"Well Matthew I am quite happy! You know Ludwig? His step-brother is in this class?"
"I think I do, German? Slicked back blond hair? Blue eyes? Tall? Could probably kill me if he looked at me for long enough?"
Feliciano laughed and clapped his hands, his long curl swaying as his head moved, "Ve~ That is the one! Though I'm sure Luddy wouldn't hurt anyone.. Well, he's taking me out tonight ve~! We're going to have dinner in a lovely, Italian restaurant! I haven't told Lovino yet, he'd probably say 'you're going out with that potato bastard!?' And then throw tomatoes at me.."
Matthew grinned at the happy-go-lucky Italian. "That's great Feli! I'm sure you'll have a lovely time eh? And don't worry about your brother, that's just Lovino being Lovino I guess.. he still calls me 'Maple bastard'"
"Ve~I'm sure I will! Have yo-" he was cut off as their teacher walked into the room. Students stopped talking and put their books on their desks. Students who were at other desks got up and went to their normal seats. Feliciano looked over and smiled widely.
Luckily for Feliciano, the teacher of their art class was his grandpa, Roma Vargas. He was a very likeable man and was one of the most popular teachers throughout the student population in the school. You could tell that him and the Vargas twins were related. They had the same eyes and while Feliciano had his smile, Lovino had his hair colour. Instead of having one single hair curl like the twins, he had multiple small ones, sticking out from all over his hair.
"Ahhhhh! Good morning class! I hope you all had a great weekend! Now.. all pleasentries aside, I must register you all in! IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER! Lukas Bondevik?"
"Here." Spoke the Norwegian in a dull tone.
"Ah yes... still a man of few words I see Lukas... I don't know how considering you're best friends with that insane Danish boy! Now... Kiku Honda?"
The small Japanese boy bowed in his seat "here, Vargas-San."
The teacher smiled and bowed back "How respectable of you Honda-San. That drawing you did of that anime character you did the other day was quite amazing may I say. What was his name... Inshyu?"
"Inuyasha, sir."
"Ah yes! Inuyasha! That was the correct name!" Roma rubbed the back of his neck. "Hmmm... who should I say next... ah yes! Gilbert Belischmidt?"
...silence...
"Gilbert Belischmidt, are you present?" He repeated, his eyes scanning the classroom for the albino German.
...still silence...
"Well... how "unawesome" as he'd say, he hasn't bothered to show up... let's continue shall we? Tino... V.. V.. Väinämöinen? Please tell me I got that right? I know I did absolutely awful yesterday..."
"Good morning sir! Yes, you did!"
"Thanks goodness for that.. Now, Elizabe-" BANG. The door to the class swung open.
"THE AWESOME ONE HAS ARRIVED! KESESESE~"
The class snickered quietly and Roma rolled his eyes. He pointed down to his chair and Gilbert smiled and took his seat. Matthew quietly sighed to himself.
Gilbert Belischmidt. Now, Matthew could tolerate anyone.. with the exception of Gilbert. He'd never spoken to the brash, albino German himself and he'd rather not. From witnessing how he acts around school and how he speaks, he considers Gilbert someone he would rather not associate himself with. Him and his two best friends (a Spaniard named Antonio and a Frenchman named Francis") had become known around school as the 'bad touch trio' and stories of their antics constantly spread around the school like wildfire, weather it be sleeping around or crashing parties. Gilbert had a step brother named Ludwig whose he was a couple months older than. The two were polar opposites.
"Okay.." the teacher spoke up. "Now that Gilbert has blessed us with his 'awesome' presence, we can continue... Elizabeta Héderváry?"
"Present!"
"Now class... I've noticed over the past year, that many of you wouldn't really, how do I put this? Get along? And this class lacks communication.. which is why I, your amazing art teacher, have decided to give you a partnered project!" Mr Vargas spoke with his signature grin. Some students in the class groaned while others stayed quiet. He picked up a small peice of paper from his desk and unfolded it. "Here I have the list of the groups.."
Matthew inhaled deeply. He'd never worked well with people. He was use to working alone on his work... he doubted that he'd be able to get out of the project so all he could do was hope for a good partner.
"Elizabeta and Lukas!"
'Please give me a good partner...' Matthew thought to himself.
"Feliciano and Tino?"
'At least someone who can work well...'
"Kiku aaaand Eduard!"
'Someone good...'
"Vash and, like, the fabulous Feliks!"
'Oh you've got to be kidding me.. don't tell me I have to work with-'
"And finally, Gilbert and Matthew!"
'Maple.'
"Now class... you're project is to create a display board on your partner. You'll be able to do this by getting to know each other. You can do this by text, email or just face-to-face. This portfolio must include stuff like hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes. Basically, stuff you've learned. The you have one month to gather information and another to get the work completed. Now, I want you to start by getting with your partners and having a conversatioon. Take notes! Now... split!"
The room was filled with the sound of scraping chairs as the students stood to meet their partners. Matthew remained seated and sighed to himself. Two... whole...months. He had to spend two months working with one of the most egotistical, annoying and difficult students in the class. Matthew continued to think about why he would hate working with Gilbert until an annoying voice brought him out of thought.
"Kesese~ Looks like we're working together shorty..."
'Looks like I was right...' Matthew thought 'Today is going to be eventful...'
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