Yay for awkward situations! :D I still and never will own Hetalia!
Matthew's POV
I turn around at the sound of Gilbert's raising voice. He angrily walks past me. I try to grab his arm but he shrugs it off and leaves the room. I stare back at Ludwig who has a shocked expression written across his face as he stares at the open doorway.
I quietly stand up from my chair, gather my backpack and rush after him. I search the school with no luck until I decide to check the rooftop. Reaching the top of the stairs, I open the door a bit and peek around it where I see him sitting near the edge of the building. I open the door some more.
"Gilbert?" He looks over his should and quickly turns around.
"What do you want?" I walk towards him and sit down.
"I just wanted to check if you're okay. You seemed pretty upset." Gilbert pulls his knees to his chest and lets out a frustrated sigh while he glares down at the ground.
"It's a long story Matthew."
"I have time; study hall is the last period of the day." He looks up at me wearily and tells me his story.
We sit in silence as we watch the sun set behind the mountains. I do a side glance towards Gilbert. He hasn't moved since telling me about his past. I look into his pained eyes and it awes me that even through all that, he is still able to put on a smile. I never knew that he has been through hell and back. I don't know how else to comfort him so I reach over and hug him. His warm body seems to fit perfectly against mine and I don't want to let go, he stiffens up at the sudden hug but then he starts to relax. He gingerly wraps his arms around me and we sit like that for a few moments in Gilbert stirs.
"We should probably get back to the dorm. I bet Gilbird is pretty hungry." I stand up and nod.
"Kumakiro must be hungry as well." Gilbert looks up at me with an odd look.
"I though his name was Kumajirou?" I pause and think.
"No, I'm pretty sure his name is Kumakiro."
Gilbert's POV
Sitting on the couch, I watch Gilbird eat out of my hand, he is so awesome. I smile and at my very much beloved bird. What would I do without him? I hear soft and melodic singing, even though I have to strain my ears to hear it, the singing is silvery and silky. It's coming from Matthew's room, the door is ajar and I look inside to see Matthew singing to his bear whose name is apparently now Kumakiro. I open the door all the way and lean against the doorway. When his singing stops I speak up.
"You have a really awesome voice." He jumps and turns towards me, letting out a squeak.
"G-Gilbert!" I chuckle.
"I'm being serious. You have a voice of a bird. . . Hey! Can I call you Birdie?! That would be totally awesome!" He starts to blush.
"Umm, sure."
"Awesome! You should sing louder and more often too!" Matthew doesn't say anything, but his blush spreads. I pause and stare at him, I never really noticed how beautiful he is; his golden hair and frames his face except for that one strand of hair that just curls away. His deep violet-blue eyes that always have a friendly and gently sparkle to them and his shy smile. I blink and feel a blush of my own creeping across my face. I turn around and clear my throat, trying to hide my stupid blush. I start to speak swiftly so I can get out of this unawesome situation.
"Well I just wanted to tell you that. Gute Nacht Biride." I shut the door before he can mumble out a reply. I go into my own bedroom and dive underneath my blankets. Gilbird hops around my bed before making a nest on my pillow. He chirps softly as I pet him. I whisper up to the ceiling.
"What's going on?" I am answered by silence.
Matthew's POV
Today is Saturday, no classes. Which is good because I have a lot of homework to do. I reach out to pet my bear, but he isn't here.
"Kumachiro? Where are you?" My bedroom door is partly open. I step into the living room and Search everywhere but I still can't find him. I sit down on the couch and sigh. Where could Kumachiko be? I hear a strange sound and glance up and I look into Gilbert's open bedroom. I see my bear standing over Gilbert with a bottle of open syrup over his head. He slowly tops the bottle down and I dash into Gilbert's room.
"Kumashi! No!" I jump and knock Kuma off the bed; however, I fall on top of Gilbert. His crimson eyes snap open and he jumps up startled, "What the fuck?!" His face grows redder than his eyes when he realised it is me, "Birdie?!" I lay stunned on top of him, our faces only inches away from each other. I can feel his light breath on my face. He turns his head and stares down at the pile of clothes lying next to his bed and he tries to pull a blanket around himself and grunts out.
"You're ruining my awesomeness. Get off. . . I'm commando." My face feels as if it is on fire and I slide off of Gilbert and the bed, stammering.
"I-I'm so sorry! Kumami was going t-to dump s-syrup o-on you. I-I had to s-stop him." He studies me with unblinking eyes and he gruffly speaks.
"Since you decided to wake the awesome me up, at least hand me some clothes since you are here." He sits up and readjusts the blankets on his lap, his porcelain white skin is unblemished save for a large red and jagged scar running across his stomach. I quickly nod and search through his drawers. Finding him some boxers and white skinny jeans and from the closet I get a black tank top and a dark blue and green plaid over shirt. I throw the clothes on the bed and run out of the room. My face is still burning.
Author's Note
This was quite a fun chapter to write :) I can safely assure you, my dear readers, that when I was writing this chapter my friends were subjects to laughing fits during lunch because we were just thinking about the mental pictures and stuff. Well, I was I don't know if they were because I do not read minds, nor do I wish to. We were judged by many that day. . . However! I must take my leave for now! For video games are calling my name at the moment! Fairwinds! :)