HEY! So I got more of a response on this fic than I thought I was going to get SO THANK YOU SO MUCH I hope you like this chapter even though it's more PruCan. Throughout the story each of the minor ships will get like 1 or 2 chapters that are centered around them, mostly just to move to story along, as a filler, to inspire the trio, etc. SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
So it was back to square one for the tsundere capturing trio. It was still lunch, and they decided to meet in the sports room hallway for a quick progress report. Antonio sighed with a smile, holding his bruised cheek, "Well… in all honesty who actually thought that pick up lines would work?"
"Alfred. Put your hand down."
"Dude! But I seriously thought I had something. I mean cmon. Did they not at least blush or do any other crappy thing they describe in twilight?" Alfred crossed his arms in defense, cause red cheeks were better than nothing. Even if it resulted in them getting injured. The other two teenagers stared at him for a moment, pondering… he did have a point.
"Well, why don't we create a point system. Everytime we try something new we get points depending on the reaction. We can add them up later and rank the different strategies like that!" The spaniard dug around in his bad for something, "And we can each keep a notebook."
"You have me to thank for this awesome idea." The glasses wearing teen puffed out his chest. Mathias snorted and stuffed one of the various sandwiches that were on Alfred's plate into his mouth. That should shut him up for a while.
"How do you think we should organize the points?" Antonio bit the end of his pencil, "Blush should be 1… stuttering should be 2… any physical contact other than hitting should be 5. Sound good?"
"Yea we can just add stuff as we go on," Alfred waved a hand at the other boy, "Ok so what's our new plan. Operation, mission impossible, covert affairs, person of interest, CSI: Miami."
"Now you're just listing TV shows with crappy names." Mathias pounded his fist on his chest to keep food from going down the wrong pipe.
"Yo! People not as awesome as me! Come and talk, I will allow it," Gilbert strode up to their group, "What's up!"
Gilbert, in all of his silver haired awesomeness, slung an arm around Antonio and leaned on him, almost causing both of them to fall over. The three other boys looked curiously at him only to be met with a mischievous glint. Well… That probably wasn't good. Whenever he gets that look in his eyes they end up in big trouble. I mean… There's gotta be a limit to the number of times you can get out of jail, ahem, holding with just a warning. All three boys were a little reluctant to talk, sure those adventures were pretty fucking awesome…
"What do you have planned now?" Antonio removed Gilbert's arm from his shoulders, turning to face him instead. Gilbert just laughed.
"Ah! I'm glad you asked! The awesome me has a project that I need help with." Gilbert started digging in his pockets for something, making an elated sound when he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a sheet of paper and unfolded it.
"Lyrics?" Mathias squinted at the scrawly handwriting curiously. They seemed to be lyrics to a song that he swears he has heard before. It was kind of hard to tell the exact words though, considering how awful Gilbert's penmanship was. Not to mention there were various stains and creases from folding it to many times. Gilbert looked rather proud of his work though, practically beaming.
"Yup my friend. These are lyrics to woo the love of my life," Gilbert gave them all a smug look, "And I need you guys to help me."
Alfred gave him a lopsided glare, "Ok. One, dude it's so not cool of you to ask me to help you make a plan to get my brother to let you bang him. And two, we kinda have problems of our own. Ya know, with all the lovey stuff."
"Did I hear someone say they are having problems with l'amour? I can be of big help, non?" Gilbert and Antonio jumped when they felt someone swing an arm around their shoulders, "Oh and you two. Madame Fares found out about the penguin and we have detention."
Gilbert held his head, "Ah shit. But I thought that we hid it well enough so she wouldn't find it."
"It was a penguin. She was bound to find something like that."
Mathias decided to ignore the penguin comment. Instead he gave Francis a questioning look, "How can you help?"
"Ah! I am from the country of love, how could I not be of help?" The blond flicked some of his hair over his shoulder.
Alfred scoffed, "I still don't see what's so romantic about your weird french wall. Like, how does a wall make someone want to fall in love?"
"A wall? Whatever are you talking about mon ami?"
"Ya know, that big long wall that goes through your country!" Alfred looked at Francis like he was dumb. He should know these things right? Poor sucker didn't even know about the great wall that splits France in two… or something like that.
"I'm pretty sure you're thinking of China. How are you in AP history?" Francis prayed for this boy. Dear god, please don't let his stupidity get him killed, "Do you even know what France is?"
"Of course I do!" Alfred crossed his arms with a huff. Mathias gave him a challenging smile.
"Ok… Then what is it?"
The blond pushed up his glasses and let out a snort, "Irrelevant."
"Pardon? Irrelevant?" Francis was looking at him like he had just said that Beyonce was secretly a mermaid who hunted sea fairies.
"Yes. Compared to the great United States of America, every other nation is in fact irrelevant." Alfred placed a hand on the other teen's shoulder. These poor ignorant people. The American let out a loud, rather obnoxious laugh.
"I don't know what is more surprising. The fact that you think that, or the fact that you used such a big word." Francis' comment was left unheard.
"Hello! Denmark is pretty freakin awesome." Mathias placed both hands on his hips and stood before the laughing boy. The two started to argue over which nation would win in a game of rock, paper, scissors while the other three watched.
Gilbert stepped in at one point because lunch was going to end, "Hey now! Both countries are awesome, but no nation is as awesome as Prussia!"
Mathias and Alfred both turn to him, "Prussia doesn't exist anymore!"
The rest of the day was uneventful. Of course Lukas, Arthur, and Lovino avoided the trio for the rest of the day. They just walked the other way or stuck up there noses in a blunt effort to get the message across.
They all decided to meet in the detention room so they could discuss Gilbert's plan further. They figured that it would be better for their own health if they just agreed to go along with whatever. The room was empty when Mathias first entered. No one was there… Oh crap… he was left alone with his thoughts!
The teacher wasn't even there yet. Deciding that standing was wasting too much of his energy, the blonde sat in one of the empty seats in the back. For almost the whole day all he could think about was this english project. He was rather hopeful that everything would work out and soon enough Lukas and him could ride into the sunset on one of those unicorns that Lukas sometimes mentions. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't completely taken by his best friend. Of course he had been in love for like five years before actually realizing and coming to terms with it. But now that he knew what that unusual feeling he gets around the blunt and cunning blonde was, it was all he could think about. He was just wonderful, smart, drop dead gorgeous, a million things. His thoughts ranged from memories of when Lukas played with his hair and sung to him to what he would look like with cat ears on to how he was so cute when he talked about magic.
"Dude. Stop smiling like that, it's kinda creeping me out…" Alfred's voice snapped Mathias out of his daydream. Behind Alfred, Mathias could see Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert signing in with the teacher.
All of them huddled in the back, the teacher paying them no mind. Gilbert brought the lyric sheet back out again. They sat there and talked about ways that he could express his liking and use the song. Just playing it on an Ipod was out of the question, it wasn't awesome enough. They couldn't go all out on instruments either, none of them could play anything extremely well. What else could they do?
"Well, why don't you sing it, and we'll play the instrumental on the Ipod in the background?" Antonio compromised. They could just get a really loud speaker, and maybe a mic or megaphone.
"That could work! But now we need to decide where and when it will be." Gilbert high-fived the spaniard and cheered.
"Well, it has to be during school, Mattie has Hockey practice until late and then he stays up doing homework a lot." Alfred contributed, even though he was slightly against the idea of Gilbert dating his poor, innocent brother. It wasn't like Gil was a bad person but he wasn't about to let just anyone take away his twin.
"How about during lunch? We can find out where he's sitting and then you can burst in and perform." Antonio started to look at the blueprint of the school that he printed, "I think he eats around here."
"I think I could probably get all of the other supplies by tomorrow, so you can start practicing." Francis smiled, boy this was fun. What a rush… matchmaking and helping with love and the sorts. Now he understood how Kiku and Elizabeta felt.
"This is going to be awesome!"
Two days of awesome preparations later.
Matthew sat down to eat lunch under a nice tree, waiting for his other friends to arrive. It had be a really weird morning so far. Like, Arthur and Lukas' magic talk weird. First, his brother was up before him. Alfred. Alfred F. Jones was up before the sun, and he wasn't forced to be awake at the ungodly hour. When they sat down to eat breakfast, Alfred kept fidgeting and asking him if he was eating in his normal spot for lunch again. At first Matt thought that maybe Alfred wanted to sit with him, but after he asked for like, the fifth time, he started to worry for his brother's mental health.
If that wasn't strange enough, Gilbert refused to make eye contact with him. Usually, he talked endlessly about something, anything, on the bus ride to school. Mattie revelled in that simple thing everyday. Someone with as busy of a life as the self-proclaimed Prussian actually took the time to talk to Matthew. They had gotten considerably closer over the years, sharing secrets, hopes and dreams. Matt often found himself worried all day when the other didn't show up at the bus stop. And Gilbert would rush over to his house whenever he was sick, with the excuse of "I just came to kick Alfred's ass in this new game I bought."
"Hey Matthew. Are you ok?" The blonde looked up, to see the worried face of his most likely future brother in law.
"Um. Yea… I'm fine Arthur. Thanks… um… actually, have you noticed anything weird with Alfred?" The boy poked at his sandwich nervously. He knew from all of Alfred's non-stop chatter that he had almost every morning class with Arthur.
Arthur groaned, "Don't talk about that wanker."
Matt giggled at the exasperated look on the other blondes face. He was expecting a reaction similar to that one. Arthur sat beside him and leaned up against the tree.
"So I'll take that as a no?"
"Is anything ever right with your brother?" Arthur answered with another question. He did have a point though, Alfred never acted normal per say.
Matthew turned to answer him when his brother appeared, grabbing Arthur's wrist and pulling him away from the tree and Matt.
"Alfred what the bloody hell- unhand me!" He struggled against the strong hold that Alfred had him in. It only made the blue eyed boy tighten his grip.
Mattie didn't even have time to process what was happening. In a second Alfred had dragged the fussing boy away, leaving him alone again. He sighed and turned his head, only to see Gilbert standing in front of him with a Microphone and a bunch of people in the background. Some had video cameras (Elizabeta and Kiku) and some were merely passing by and just happened to be curious as to what was going on.
"Hi." The silver haired boy said rather lamely. Matthew just waved a small hand to acknowledge him.
"I have something for you… so just stay put ok?" The purple eyed boy nodded in response.
Gilbert took in a deep breath and watched as Francis gave him a reassuring thumbs up before Antonio pressed play on the stereo. The music was loud, now or never. Gilbert opened his mouth and waited for the chords to play.
"Say You Like Me" (We the Kings)
She's the girl that no one ever knows.
And I say hi, but she's too shy to say hello.
Gilbert waved like Matt had done earlier, a shaky smile on his face. Mattie on the other hand was down right shocked, what the hell was happening?
She's just waiting for that one to take her hand
And shake her up.
I bet I could.
Gilbert took his hand and placed it on his chest. Matt, bright red and wide eyed.
I wish my heart was always on her mind.
'Cause she's on mine like all day, all the time.
Forget me not, forget me now.
I've come too far to turn around.
I'm here tonight.
Letting go of his hand, Gilbert started doing the routine he had been practicing for the past two days. He was going to kill Francis for making the moves so embarrassing. But he started doing the series of small movements, pointing in the directions he needed to, spinning around. Mattie started to giggle again, hiding his amused smile behind his hand.
'Cause I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
The blonde blushed as Gilbert took his hand again. Letting the lyrics sink in and blushing profusely
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Gilbert reluctantly let go again, starting his next set of intricate moves. He glared at Francis and Antonio who were laughing at his expense.
She's the girl that no one ever knows.
Works a double just to buy her clothes.
Nicotine and faded dreams,
Baby, just believe
There's no one else like me.
'Cause I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
This time Gilbert sat next to him, staring into his eyes. Matt felt his face getting even hotter, if that was possible, every second of the intense eye contact.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Gil Jumped to his feet, almost over. It was the last time! Finally, this would some to an end soon. These dance moves were really not awesome.
It's time to fall into my arms.
'Cause I've been waiting for too long.
You're an angel,
Grab your halo,
And lets fly tonight.
'Cause I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
'Cause I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
I'm never going down,
I'm never giving up.
I'm never gonna leave,
So put your hands up.
If you like me,
Then say you like me.
Gilbert kneeled in front of the practically dead from embarrassment Matthew.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Matt felt Gilbert grab his hands. His eyes were screwed shut, but he would always be able to tell when Gilbert touched him. It was warm and sent pulses of happiness throughout his body.
Just say you like me.
Gilbert was a little out of breath by the end… ok, a lot. He was panting a bit as he squeezed Matts hand and willed him to open his eyes.
"So, What do you say Matt? I've liked you for such a long time, do you maybe want to catch a movie some time? I remember seeing this ad for-" It was honestly cute watching the usually over confident male ramble on nervously. Matt silently laughed before cutting him off with a small peck.
"It… sounds great."
They sat there for a moment. Happy and content, practically just forgetting the fact that there was a crowd watching them now. Everything was perfect.
That was until, "Hey! You kids can't play Music this loudly! What are your names? You're getting detention!"
Alfred felt the brit relax in his arms after he saw what was happening. Green eyes watched with wonderment as the overly cheesy scene unfolded before him. This was good for Matt, he should be really happy now. Of course Arthur was happy for his friend, but he also felt a bit bitter. It was just a little too sweet, it left him with a small sense of self-pity. But to hell with that for now, he had another issue to deal with, "Alfred. Please let go of me now."
Alfred sighed and let him go, watching as the other male marveled at the spectacle. Maybe… The American took out his phone and started typing.
Group: Tsundere captors XD
Alfred: Guys… How good are you at singing?
I hope you liked it! If you have any comments or anything, I try my best to respond to them all... was this chapter ok even though it was mostly PruCan? Im so sorry for that, but like, if I fit the next part of the plot (which is The main three centric) into this chapter too it would be super long. Anyways! I hope you liked it!