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Gilbert made a face at the track team uniform. He didn't understand why Ludwig made him join the stupid sport. Feliciano was the one who need the training and was actually GOOD at it. (So what if it was usually him running AWAY from their English teacher, minor details.) He slipped on the embarrassing white training shirt and lime-green shorts while cursing the horrible colors. Throwing his tubes socks and arm bands on, he walked out to meet up with the rest of the team.
Unlike other days where he see's Ludwig, or Feliciano running away from Ludwig, today he noticed the almost unnoticeable Matthew Williams sitting in his front yard with a whole living room set. He noticed the chair that the younger German had thrown out when Gilbert told him about his 'wicked lay.' Matthew sat there innocently with a sheepish smile.
"Hey Gil."
"Wicked tiger, he looks proud." He grinned, pointing at the graphic carpet that rested under the chair. Matthew glanced at the rug and chuckled.
"I've been meaning to do something with Alfred's present." Gilbert walked down the steps, grinning even wider at the Canadian. Walking towards the small blonde, Matthew stared at his shorts amusingly. "Wow, your shorts are, like, especially green today."
Gilbert frowned, "Feliciano got to the laundry, and he used some lame color safe bleach." Matthew laughed again, imaging his more muscled brother in some lime-green short shorts.
"Go Feli." At this point, boys ran past the fence. In front was Ludwig with the just mentioned Italian, along with a black haired boy who followed without complaint. More boys ran after.
"I'm supposed to be running…" he said half heartedly, really not wanting to bother. He always snuck off after a mile anyway.
Matthew opened his mouth, but sound didn't come out. Shifting in the chair, he cleared his throat. "So guess what."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant." Gilberts face fell completely. There was no trace of a confident grin, making Matthew feel horrible. The two feel into a thick silence.
"W-what should we do?" Gilbert started. Shifting uncomfortable in the chair, Matthew shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, you know I was just…I was thinking I'd just nip it in the bud before it gets worse…rumors are that pregnancy, often leads to a-an infant…"
"Yeah, typically that's what happens when parents get pregnant." Gilbert said, rubbing a sweaty hand on his shorts. He never thought that this could happen to him.
"So your co-cool with that then?" Matthew stuttered, his nimble fingers twisting together in pure nervousness.
"Yeah, awesome, I mean, just—Do whatever you think is best…" There stares locked together as Gilbird chirped happily. Then Matthew rose abruptly, pushing his sleeves up as he walked over to his bike that sat in front of the couch.
"Well, I'm sorry I had sex with you, I know it wasn't, like, your idea or anything…"
"Wait who's idea was it—"
Matthew interrupted him, "So I'll see you at school, alright?" Swinging a leg over the bike, Matthew peddled off. Gilbert scratched his head in confusion, whose idea was it? Sighing, he half-assed jogged not even trying to catch up to the rest of the team.
Locking his bike outside Gauken High, Matthew invisibly pushed through the crowed halls. This school was probably the most diverse in the nation. No two students came from the same place. With an exception from the infamous Vargas Twins. Scrunching close to his locker, he opened it swiftly. While prying his chemistry book out it fell from his fingers, spilling all the papers he stuffed it with.
"F—my life." He grumbled. He heard laughter from nearby and looked up at the foreign student called Scotland.
He snickered, "Your book fell apart." Matthew subconsciously rolled his eyes as he started piling the papers together.
"I know right?"
"Must'ave looked at your face!" The Scottish man walked off with loud, obnoxious laughter. Matthew scoffed, holding his book closely. The funny thing is that Scotland secretly wants him, and almost everyone knew it. Jocks like him always want quiet kids like Matt. It wasn't such a big ordeal; most people didn't even know who Matthew was.
Matthew turned to see his friend flirting with the local English teacher, Mr. Kirkland. Alfred has always had a thing with accents, apparently British was his favorite. "I would love to try one of your scones…" Matthew could almost taste the lust on that sentence. Smiling at his friends poor attempts, he walked off to class.
"Okay class, today we starting a lab, get into groups of four and get going." Mr. Von Bock released his students to the chemistry tables, opening his laptop shortly after. Grabbing his books, Matthew headed in Gilbert's direction as he nibbled on specifically red jelly beans. He noticed that the older Italian twin and the Spaniard sat across from them.
(1) "I did the questions for the lab last night; you can just copy my answers." Matthew pulled out the yellow sheet from his binder, handing it to Gilbert. The Prussian smiled, feeling a bit guilty.
"I couldn't copy your work."
Matthew smiled, "You copy my work every week."
He reached for the lab sheet, shrugging his shoulders, "Yea, I'm a pretty dead beat lab partner aren't I?"
"No, I think you definitely bring something to the table." Matthew reassured.
Gilbert's grin widened, "Charisma."
Looking back at the oddly irritated pair, Matthew tried to put up a conversation. "So who's ready for some chromomagnificents?"
The Italian shot him a look, "I have a stupid migraine so I can't look at bright lights today." He snapped. The tanned man next to him sighed.
"Lovi, I told you to go to the infirmary, you never listen to me." Not even sparing a glance, Romano shot back.
"No, Antonio, because I don't take orders. Not from you and not from any other bastard." He grumbled. Gilbert and Matthew shot each other an amused look, watching as the fight progressed.
"You've been acting like this since I came back from my visiting my friend in France, I already told you, nothing happened!"
"Well I'm, eh, going to set up the apparatus. Gilbert can you plug in the Bunsen burner?" Matthew said, trying to direct the attention somewhere else.
"I'm going to the infirmary." Romano stated as he started to walk away.
"Fine, call me when you get off the rag." Antonio said, which means their fight must have been pretty bad since Antonio never talks to Romano Vargas like that. (He adores the angry Italian.)
"FINE! Call me when you learn to love someone, instead of cheat with a wino bastard just because you have four Smirnoff Ices and a bottle of Snow Peak Peach flavored boo!"
"Good, Lovino! I'll be sure to do that; I'll make a note of it!" Antonio said with a feral look in his eyes. Romano scoffed, stomping out of the room without Mr. Von Bock's permission. The dark skinned man watched him leave until Gilbert cleared his throat.
"I heard that the Snow Peak Peach…is the best flavor of booze…" Antonio nodded his head after that. Gilbert nudged Matthew, "Isn't that right, Matt?" Matthew knew better to just keep his mouth shut.
The day came and went. Matthew was just nervous on what the events might happen when he got home…
The first thing Matthew did was grab the forgotten newspaper that sat on his father's favorite couch. Remembering which page the advertisement was place on is easy, he saw it every time his father opened the paper. It was the whole, calling and saying you need an abortion was the most horrible step. His fingers where shaking as he dialed the numbers.
The ringing made his heart pound a million times a minute. "Hi, uh, yeah, I'm calling for a hasty abortion. Huh? Wait, what? C-Can you hold for a minute, I'm on my hamburger phone." Matthew shook the phone with force for a moment, it was such an old contraption but Alfred would be crushed if he got a new one. And it was too dear since Gilbert had bought one to match.
"Okay, Okay yeah I can hear you. Yeah, it's just really awkward to talk on—yeah, yeah, I need an abortion. I'm sixteen, and it's been like…two months and four days since the sex, but then again that's just a guesstimation. I'm sorry how long have I been what?"
Matthew bit his lips, he hated when adults used the term sexually active. Is he going to deactivate someday or is he just in a permanent state of being? Thinking about it was both hilarious and creepy at the same time. He had to guess that Gilbert went live that day he got pregnant judging from the look he got on his face. But he could be wrong, all he knows is that Gilbert really wanted it and it was Matthews first time.
After the awkward conversation, Matthew heard dinner being served and ran downstairs to meet his family. Joining his father, his brother, and his step-dad/mom in the kitchen as the plates clattered.
His father was a quiet man, and when he did speak it always took at least a year to really understand what he was saying all the time. His name is Berwald, he was intimidating in figure and face but was really a shy man. He also used to be in the army but now he's just a normal 'mr. fix-it', always building something and also getting paid to build things. (Actually, he built the house they live in now.)
Matthew couldn't really place a name for his step-"mother". Technically, Tino was a man, but acted like a woman when it came to cleaning and cooking. He was a dotting parent with both him and his brother Peter (their adopted son, who was the brother of Mr. Kirkland). He also owns a sauna downtown and always smells like lavender and whatever frilly smells he enjoys.
"Say, Matthew dear?"
"Ms'mm?" he responded with mash potatoes in his mouth.
"Do you know by any chance how my vase from Finland got red gunk in it?"
Matthew stared up at Tino in mid-chew, thinking back to the massive red slushies Alfred and him had bought yesterday and had downed in less than 10 minutes. Instead of using his deceiving voice, he just shrugged, raising his hands in a questioning motion. He blamed the morning sickness and the sickness of child bearing all together.
"That's weird…" Tino then looked a Peter who was pouring a river of gravy on his potatoes.
"P't'r, d'nt d't'ht." Berwald was using a soft tone, but his face still sent a small pang of fear in the small boy. Matthew always questioned how the scary looking Sweden man got the small Finnish man to fall in love with him. Berwald would usually change the subject, or Matthew would just get tired of trying to translate his father's words. But unlike every night, Matthew was more concerned with his clinic appointment tomorrow than with their odd love.
"All Babies Want To Be Borned! All Babies Want To Be Borned!" Katyusha cried out from outside the clinic. Matthew groaned, of course someone would be protesting. And of course God was punishing him by making one of his good friends the protester.
"Hey Katy." Matthew said casually, strolling up to the girl. Katyusha looked up at him and then bowed her head in shyness.
"Oh, Hullo Matt. How are you?"
"Pretty solid…so have you written that paper for Mr. Wong's class yet?"
"No, not yet. I tried working on it a little last night, but I'm having trouble concentrating." Matthew looked around disinterested. Trying to sneak around the Ukrainian girl and head into the clinic without her spilling her morals on him.
"I'll let you borrow some of my pills."
"No thanks, I've heard bad stories.
"That's a wise choice, cause I know this dude who took too many behavior pills at once and, like, ripped off his clothes and dove into the fountain at the Hetalia Mall going 'BLAHH-I AM A KRAKEN FROM THE SEA!'."
"…I heard that was you."
"'S good seeing you, Katy." Matthew said, nodding nonchalantly as he maneuvered himself around her person. She seemed to grasp his plan of distraction.
"Y-Your baby probably has a beating heart you know!" Matthew could feel her eyes tearing up, making him feel worse than before. "It can feel pain! And it has fingernails!"
Matthew's body came to a complete stop. Twisting his torso, he raised an eyebrow at Katyusha. "Fingernails? Really?" He asked, cocking his head. She nodded timidly. Matthew thought about for a moment, but shook his head before he decided that it was a bad idea.
Sitting behind the desk was a girl with long brown hair and a bright pink flower placed behind her ear. She had with her, what Matthew guessed, been a slash fiction book, reading it as if it was a normal thing to do.
"Welcome to People Now, where we are trusted friends, please put your hands where I can see them and surrender any bombs." She deadpanned, as if it were a requirement to ask someone these odd requests. Matthew complied, hiding and amused smile.
"I'm here for the big show."
"Your name please?"
"Matthew Williams." The woman gave him a distrusting look. She probably thought everyone who walked in was using a fake name and treated them as such. He always thought his name was more reasonable than every other person he could think of. (Alfred F. Jones? C'mon.) The woman pulled out a clipboard, sliding it under the bullet-proof window.
"I need you to fill these out, and don't skip the hairy details. We need to know about every score and every sore." Matthew nodded his head, taking the clipboard and also looking at the nametag that saw beside her. Elizaveta? Nice.
Elizaveta flagged her page, offering a small object to the Canadian.
"Do you want a free condom, they're boysenberry."
Matthew scrunched his nose, "N-No thanks, I'm off sex." He tried getting back to the paper work, but Elizaveta kept talking.
"My boyfriend uses them every time we have intercourse, it makes his junk smell like pie~" she smiled mischievously, making Matt look at her with confusion and horror. The fact she was staring at him with such an interest made him uncomfortable about his virtue. (Or whatever was left of it.) He also noticed the stack of books behind her that he's seen Kiku Honda read before.
Matthew backed away slowly, taking a seat farthest away from her line of vision. Looking over the questions, he began to write. But as time went by and question after question, the strawberry blonde started to get nervous. His heart was beating profusely and he was sure the other patients could hear it. The pen was frozen along with his body. Everything felt as if it were watching him, judging him, and closing in. Eyes were wide; his breath came in short pants, almost hyperventilating. Closing in, closer and closer…
He then dropped the clipboard and sprinted out of the clinic.
"All Babies Want To Be Borned!" Katyusha was still chanting. She then felt a gush of wind push past her. Looking forward, she saw the curly hair bounce as it bolted away. She blinked before spreading a great smile, "GOD APPRECIATES YOUR MIRACLE!" Katyusha cried out to him.
'HE BETTER!' Matthew mentally called back, still running down the abandoned sidewalk. There has to be a better way. There just had to be. Matthew couldn't continue living his life as a murder, but he can't go on to be a MOTHER!
A/N: (1) You're probably wondering why I wrote it like this.
When would Gilbert EVER do his homework? Point proven.
And if any OOC-ness, sorry.
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