Oh yay. New chapter. I probably could of completed yesterday, but shit got in the way. So, I typed this up in about an hour or so.

Special shout out to my own personal Prussia and Canada(AKA, Yuki Koyuma) for helping me feel better. Seriously, you guys are the bomb. Also, thank you Darxetta, for RPing all of this with me and giving me the inspiration.

And to those of you who have faved/added this to your story alert, thank you. You all are awesome.

Anyways, enjoy chapter two of Cheap Bottles Of Wine.

Gilbert Beilschmidt tapped his hands against the steering wheel, humming a Ke$ha song to himself. He was parked in the school parking lot, waiting for the final bell to sound, signaling the end of the school day. He was there to pick up his younger brother, Ludwig, since he heard it was going to start raining and he didn't want his brother to walk home through that. Sure, it would be hilarious to see a soaked and angered Ludwig walk through the front door that day, but Gilbert felt like being nice.

The last bell rang out and a flood of exhausted teenagers exited the school, glad to finally be out of the hell hole. Gilbert caught sight of Ludwig and a grin spread across his face as he hopped out of the car to go meet his brother. He paused upon seeing Feliciano appear beside Ludwig, sporting his usually happy expression. Gilbert noticed Ludwig blush lightly as the Italian grabbed onto his arm and stood on his tip toes, but fell back to his flat feet, looking disappointed. Ludwig gave him a soft smile, then bent down and gave Feliciano a kiss on the cheek. Immediately, a rush of jealousy washed over Gilbert. This is why he never wanted to be around Ludwig when him and Feliciano were together.

Gilbert held a deep affection for Feliciano, and he made it blatantly obvious to those around him, including Ludwig. But, the one person who had yet to realize this was Feliciano himself. Gilbert had finally died down on his flirting since he didn't want to get in the way of his brother's love life, but that didn't keep him from feeling resentment towards Ludwig.

As Gilbert kept walking towards them when he saw Lovino Vargas, Feliciano's twin brother, stomp over and roughly grab Feliciano's arm and pull the easily frightened senior away from Ludwig. He appeared to be saying something-most likely cursing him in Italian-before he dragged his brother away, who gave Ludwig a joyful wave. Ludwig waved back then reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen, jotting something down.

"Got a date~?" Gilbert cooed, causing Ludwig to jump. He hadn't expected his older brother to be there.

"B-Bruder?" Ludwig stammered, but quickly regained his composure. Gilbert grinned up at him.

"Well, do ya?"

"Bruder, I believe that's not any of your business..."

"Hey, I'm your older brother! It has to be my business!" Gilbert retorted. Ludwig sighed and shook his head.

"Why are you here?" he questioned, running his hands through his slightly messed up blond hair, slicking it back. Feliciano rather did enjoy ruffling it up when they were alone. Why, he didn't know. Gilbert held up the car keys and jingled them then pointed to the sky, which was slowly filling up with dark clouds.

"I came to pick you up. It's gonna rain," he explained. Ludwig stared at him, making Gilbert feel a bit self conscious. "What?"

"It's just unlike you," Ludwig told him, to which Gilbert blushed at and quickly turned away, heading for the car and bumping into someone who dropped their books. He turned slightly and gave a quick apology, noticing that the kid looked familiar. Blond hair, one protruding curl, glasses, red hoodie. He knew this guy, but he couldn't place his finger on who it was. So, instead of spending too much time on the other person, he looked towards Ludwig and shouted at him to hurry up, threatening he wouldn't drive him home. Ludwig frowned and walked over to him, doing his best to ignore the boy Gilbert had bumped into.

As soon as they had gotten in the car and turned it on, rain began pouring down. Gilbert pushed on the brake at a stop sign, moving his head back and forth with the windshield wipers, slightly mesmerized. Ludwig glanced at him and tried to not let a laugh escape. His brother was quite the sight.

"So, I saw you and Feli~," Gilbert sang, smirking when he saw Ludwig blush deeply. "You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves." He emphasized his statement by making a kissy face towards Ludwig, who turned away and looked out the window, flustered. Gilbert laughed and continued driving. "To bad Lovi came and took him away. Seriously, he should just stick to sucking on Toni's face." Ludwig sighed at the childish statement.

"Bruder, that's rude to say," he scolded. Gilbert pouted.

"But it's true~," he whined. Ludwig couldn't help but wonder how this man was older than him. He decided to not answer back, ending the conversation. Gilbert stepped on the brake at a stoplight behind a few other cars. He really hated living in the middle of town. Too much traffic. So, he went back to watching his windshield washers.

"Bruder, you should pay attention to the road," Ludwig told him. Gilbert shrugged and stared at the scenery outside.

"I sure feel sorry for the poor sucker who has to walk home in this rain," he muttered, his breath fogging up the window. Ludwig nodded in agreement before he noticed a small, rather frail teenage boy walking home. He recognized him as the one who Gilbert had bumped into and didn't even bother to help.

"You mean like him?" Ludwig asked, pointing out the window. Gilbert looked over and nodded.

"Yep. Feel sorry for him," he said. Ludwig sighed again.

"We should give him a ride."

"Do you know him?"

"I see him around school sometimes. He seems like he's friends with Feliciano, I think," Ludwig explained. "Also, you caused him to drop his books earlier."

"Oh, that's him?" Ludwig nodded. "Fine, he can have a ride." Gilbert rolled down the window on Ludwig's side. Ludwig was about to speak up when Gilbert cut him off. "Hey, kid!" Startled, the blond looked towards them. "Did you know it's raining?"

"Um, yes...?" He stared at them, recognizing Ludwig.

"And did you know you're soaked?" The teenager sent him an unimpressed look, annoyed that this stranger was telling him things he was already quite aware of.

"Yes, I know," he said in a firm tone.

"Then get in the car!" Gilbert offered, gesturing to the back seat of the small vehicle. The blond stared at him, surprised and a bit suspicious. "Come on, hurry up! Do I look like a kidnapper?" The teen frowned. "Yeah, don't answer that. Just get in."

"Matthew Williams, right?" Ludwig questioned once Matthew had finally agreed to get in the car. Matthew nodded, clicking the seat belt into place. "Ah, so you are the one Feliciano knows."

"Well, I don't know him too well..." Matthew mumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably. He glanced at the driver and stiffened. Now that he was closer, he recognized the man as who had spoken to him the park a few days ago. Then again, it wasn't too hard to recognize him. Matthew didn't see too many albinos out and about. Matthew just hoped Gilbert wouldn't recognize him.

"Hey, aren't you that kid I met in the park the other day?" Gilbert questioned, finally remembering who Matthew was. Matthew inwardly sighed. He nodded, trying to keep his hair from dripping everywhere on the seats. Not that it would do much, what with his soaked to the bone and freezing clothes already wetting the material of the car. Gilbert grinned at him. "Cool to see ya again." He directed his attention back to driving, trying his best to cause large splashes in the multiple puddles, much to Ludwig's protests.

Matthew stared at his lap, hoping the brothers wouldn't talk to him. He clasped his hands together and twiddled his thumbs, then jumped when Gilbert suddenly spoke up.

"Oh! Oh! Does Feli ever talk about Luddy and him going on dates and stuff?" Matthew thought for a moment, then nodded. "Are they going on another date later on?" Another nod. Gilbert grinned at Ludwig, who was once more blushing profusely. "I knew it! Luddy has a date~! Luddy has a date~!" he sang.

"Bruder, please be quiet!" Ludwig exclaimed, very embarrassed. Matthew watched them, then gave a quiet apology. He hadn't known it was a secret. Feliciano never made it seem so. Ludwig looked back at him and gave him an apologizing look. "No, no, it's fine. Bruder would of found out anyways." Matthew nodded and looked away. "By the way, we never asked for directions to your house."

"Oh yeah!" Gilbert exclaimed loudly, making Ludwig glare at him. "Where do ya live, kid?" Matthew grimaced, noting that Gilbert probably wasn't that much older than him. Besides, Matthew turned 18 on first of July.

"Please don't call me that," he told him with a sigh, then gave him directions to his home. Gilbert listened, then began driving to Matthew's home. Him and Ludwig had idle chit chat along the way, Matthew being left out again. Not that he minded. He barely knew these people anyways.

The car came to a halt in front of Matthew's two story home. The blond quickly gathered his school items and pulled his hood over his head. Gilbert turned around to face him.

"This it?" he asked, silently admiring the well kept house. Matthew nodded and opened the door.

"Thanks for the ride," he said quietly, wanting to get inside as quickly as possible. Gilbert nodded at him, then smiled. Matthew felt his heart skip a beat. He closed the car door and rushed inside, slamming the front door behind him. Gilbert blinked, then shrugged, pressed on the gas and sped down the street, laughing the entire way as Ludwig yelled at him to slow down.

"Dude, you're wet," Alfred told Matthew from the couch. Great, another intelligent remark. Matthew shot him a glare, but the other teen merely stared back. Alfred removed the towel from around his neck and threw it at Matthew, who thanked him begrudgingly. He removed his glasses and began wiping the foggy lenses. Alfred redirected his attention back to the TV, flipping through the stations before pausing on an old Western movie. "What took you so long?"

"Alfred, we were supposed to go home together," Matthew hissed, but Alfred, being the oblivious man he was, took no notice of the venom in his step brother's voice. "Do you remember?" Alfred thought about this, tapping his chin, before grinning.

"Oh yeah!" he chimed, causing Matthew's anger to flare up even more. "But I got tired of waiting. Besides, I wanted to get home and call Arthur!" Matthew rolled his eyes, his frown deepening.

"You could of waited to call your precious boyfriend." Alfred put on a shocked expression.

"What the hell, Mattie! Artie isn't my boyfriend! I'm not gay, dude!" he defended, sticking his tongue out at Matthew in a childish manner.

"Whatever you say." With that, Matthew trudged his way up the stairs, went to his room, closed the door then locked it. Alfred was one of the only people who he could speak to like that. Anyone else, he would of been quiet and polite towards.

Matthew slung his books onto his bed and pulled his hoodie over his head, tossing it into the laundry bin. He slowly worked at the other clothing. A nice, hot shower sounded amazing at the moment.

Once he was in the shower, he began to recap the happenings of that day, as he usually did. Nothing entirely interesting went on throughout the day. He got an B on his science test, he helped a small blond girl when she dropped her belongings. He talked to Ivan about hockey for a little while at lunch before the large and somewhat frightening Russian went to speak with the Chinese boy, Yao, who was a senior. Matthew noticed Ivan's little sister, Natalia, following him. Ivan probably didn't see her though, since he would usually run away when the girl was near. Matthew didn't understand why, since she was a very pretty woman. Quiet and cold, yes, but pretty.

Then there was when that albino guy, Gilbert, bumped into him rather roughly which had caused Matthew to fall. Of course he didn't help, but Matthew had heard him apologize, which was new. Then there was the car ride home. Ludwig, the tall, burly and foreboding German sophomore had shown a new, different side of himself. It was amusing, yes, but Matthew barely knew him, so it didn't exactly matter.

Then there was Ludwig's brother, who was really loud. Matthew couldn't help but wonder about him. He wondered how old he was, when he graduated, why he was shorter than his younger brother. Then again, Matthew couldn't exactly speak, since he was a tad bit shorter than Alfred. But he was only three days older than Al, so he figured it didn't count.

Matthew's mind drifted back to Gilbert as another question popped into his mind.

"Why did he smile at me?" Matthew asked himself. He blushed and shook his head, sending droplets of water flying. Why was he blushing at this annoying man he only just met? Sure, he was handsome and what not, and he actually apologized to him when they bumped into each other unlike others, and he initiated a conversation with him a few days back...okay, this was going nowhere. Matthew shut his eyes tightly and told himself he wouldn't think of the other man and that he would never see him again. And with that annoying attitude and loud voice, he didn't want to.

Matthew stood in the kitchen, fixing himself an after school snack when he remembered his cousin, Francis Bonnefoy, was supposed to text him. He went upstairs and searched through his clothing, finding no phone. So he went back downstairs and continued his search, beginning to panic.

"Mattie, what's up?" Alfred asked, watching his brother crawl on the floor looking for the device.

"I can't find my phone."

"Oh." Alfred went back to the TV, not asking if Matthew wanted help. A few minutes later, Matthew sighed in defeat, his curl drooping slightly.

"I can't find it," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Alfred glanced at him.

"Think you dropped it in that car?" he questioned. Matthew gave Alfred a questioning look. "You got out of a car when you got home. Someone drove you, right? Maybe it fell out in their car." Matthew's eyes widened upon realization. He brought a hand to his face, groaning, only one thought racing through his mind.

Another meeting with Gilbert Beilschmidt.

I watched Sucker Punch with my Prussia and Canada. Or, would you rather, Nikki and Sadie. My brain felt severely raped aftwards. Perhaps next time I should turn up the volume so I can actually hear the speaking.

Also, the movie offered me no lesbian action. I was upset about this.

If you don't know, bruder means brother in German. I get the feeling this is fairly obvious, though.

Also, I'm aware Lovino and Feliciano are not twins. It just worked much better if they were.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are wonderful things, you know. I'll try to get the next one as quickly as possible.