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Teacher!Alfred x Student!Matthew (mentions of one-sided Matthew x Katyusha and Gilbert x Matthew)
A/N: A series of inter-connected one-shots/drabbles
A/N 2: Marianne = Matthew's mother and France's female design
"Hey," Gilbert suddenly said as they walked through the crowded halls, "Why do you even like that chick anyway?" He asked and Matthew blinked because the question seemed really random, "I mean," Gilbert quickly added, seeing Matthew's questioning expression, "Is she really worth getting potentially beat up by Braginski?"
Matthew laughed nervously, not liking how Gilbert seemed to always mention Ivan when they were talking about Katyusha, "I like her because she was one of the first to actually memorise my name beyond a few days. She's also very nice to me." The Canadian shrugged, unsure what he liked exactly about Katyusha.
"Oi – I remember your name! Does that mean you want to jump into bed with me?" Gilbert smirked, his expression teasing as Matthew spluttered and blushed horribly, "Well, whatever, man! The chick does have a nice rack."
"You shouldn't talk that way!" Matthew gently scolded, though his blush deepened as he was reminded of Katyusha's large 'assets', "It's disrespectful!" He muttered, knowing that the Prussian probably wouldn't listen to word that he said, "Will you come with me to put the note into her locker?" Matthew timidly asked, waiting for Gilbert's answer anxiously.
Gilbert gave a mocking sigh, "Birdie – you've got to learn how to stand up for yourself," The albino smirked at Matthew's slightly irritated expression, "You're not really a man if you confess on a stupid piece of paper."
"Yeah, like that really helps my self-confidence," The Canadian boy muttered passive-aggressively, suddenly ignoring Gilbert to search for his neatly-written love note. He blinked, searching a bit harder when he couldn't find it and furrowed his eyebrows, "Where is it?" He mumbled, vaguely noting that Gilbert was now giving a loud cat-call towards a group of passing girls, which just so happened to include Elizabeta Héderváry, a Hungarian classmate of theirs.
Matthew froze, seeing that Katyusha was also a part of that little group of girls (why were girls always in their little packs? It made things so much harder!), and was now looking at him! Matthew stumbled, feeling his voice catch in his throat when his current crush smiled that pretty and shy smile and it was all directed to him!
He temporarily forgot all about the missing love note while he stared dreamily at Katyusha; not noticing when Elizabeta was hitting Gilbert over the head with her book bag for making crude remarks and gestures, "How does she always hit so hard?" The Prussian rubbed his head, knowing he would never have a chance with Elizabeta because she was engaged to some college student who majored in music or some pansy crap like that.
"I told you the way you speak is disrespectful!" Matthew sighed with exasperation and looked towards his friend with a deadpan expression, "Hasn't your Grandfather told you that before?" He watched longingly as Katyusha disappeared, along with her little clique, down the hall and towards the cafeteria room.
Gilbert merely rolled his red eyes, "And hasn't your Muti told you that you barely speak at all?" He replied sarcastically, snickering when Matthew lightly punched his arm for mentioning his mother again. He liked Matthew's mother, who just so happened to be a famous model/fashion designer and her being hot as hell helped with that as well.
"Shut up," Matthew rolled his indigo eyes this time and then paled when he remembered the missing love note, "Gilbert, help me find the note! I think I lost it!" He hissed, desperately digging through his backpack and through all his papers while Gilbert just stood there, snickering at his panic.
The Canadian moaned, feeling the panic build when he couldn't find it. It wouldn't be such a big deal if he hadn't signed his name on it without specifically addressing it to anyone, meaning that any random person could find it and misinterpret it, "Maple, where the hell did I put it?!"
"Don't get your panties in a knot," Gilbert smirked, ignoring Matthew's glare for implying that he wore female underwear, "You put it in here, right?" The Prussian snatched Matthew's bag from him, digging through it as Matthew looked on anxiously and hoping that his friend would find it, "You lost it." Gilbert simply said after completely emptying the bag and Matthew sighed miserably, absently looking the mass of papers that had been dumped on the floor, courtesy of Gilbert.
"I was sure that I put it in there with my other work!" Matthew moaned with agony and, in a sudden bout of teenage angst, wondered why his life seemed to suck so much.
"Who cares?" Gilbert, in his own weird and twisted way, tried to comfort his depressed friend, "You can always write another one. And it's 'Bros before Hoes', isn't it? You don't really need Katyusha when you have Awesome me!"
Matthew glanced up at Gilbert and gave him an unnerving sarcastic stare, "But, we're not brothers." He deadpanned, not amused by the currently horrible situation. Matthew then proceeded to mentally wangst over his lost letter while Gilbert didn't help by just snickering over his predicament.
The two jumped a little when another voice interrupted them, "Hey, Matthew. Can I speak to you alone?" The two students turned to see Alfred Jones, their new teacher and Gilbert's sudden least favourite one; his bright blue gaze was directed to Matthew and he looked serious (well, as serious as Mr. Jones could get, which wasn't too serious).
And then Matthew paled when he noticed that Mr. Jones was lightly waving a little piece of paper around.
He could easily recognise it as his love letter and he vaguely wondered how the hell Mr. Jones had gotten a hold of it.
Maple – his life was screwed....
Wow, a way better response than I expected! Keep that up and this should be updated frequently! ;)