I don't know if you guys know this, but I'm not the great Hima-papa, therefore, I do not own Hetalia ;c
"Guten morgen, mein vogel." He held out his index finger and let a genuine smile form on his face. How he loved his intelligent small bird. He watched in adoration as the bird fluffed his feathers and did a little shake. His bird was indeed as awesome as he was. Why wouldn't he be? The birds name was Gilbird, and the albino thought it fitting. The small bird outstretched its wings and flew onto the Prussian's mess of hair. Gilbert only found the action endearing, and relaxing, as the bird would make a small unnoticeable nest. The albino loved his bird to bits. "Would you like something to eat?" He asked, knowing the bird can't fully understand what he's saying. However, Gilbird chirped as a response.
Gilbert waltzed out of his room, wearing only his pyjama bottoms he had put on the night before crashing onto his bed. On his way down to the stairs, he heard the shower running, which meant that his younger brother was already awake. Ah, his younger brother, Ludwig. Gilbert could only imagine how or why he had a very strict, and disciplined brother. The younger could say 'good morning' and it would still be heard as a drill command. Gilbert snorted to himself, and walked into the kitchen. He went straight for the milk, and drank out of it's carton box. He grabbed a few grapes, and popped one into his mouth. Gilbert set one grape onto the counter, and saw his small bird land next to it. "Eat up, mein vogel." Gilbird didn't need to be told twice, or once for that matter. The albino smiled at his birds appetite, and rolled another grape to his canary.
"Oh, you're down here." Ludwig's voice sounded through the kitchen. Gilbert smirked at the surprise that was evident in his brothers voice. His brother was was three years younger than him, yet he was taller than him by one inch. It doesn't hurt Gilbert's self-esteem now, but when it happened, the albino threw a fit. "Where were you last night? Grandfather had said something important at dinner, and he wanted you to be there to hear it." Ludwig passed him, and made himself a bowl of cheerios. Gilbert's eyebrows arched, thinking of what his Grandfather could have possibly said that was so important.
"Well, what was it?" Gilbert pressed on, whilst petting his bird, who was happily munching on the grapes. Ludwig had turned to him and sat down at the breakfast bar.
"He's expanding the Beilschmidt Enterprises." the blonde stated, then spooned some cereal into his mouth. Gilberts mouth dropped slightly, this was incredible news, and he was happy for his grandfather; but unlike Ludwig, he didn't really care for much about his family's ever-growing business. "He has left to Germany to meet with a few advisers this morning." Gilbert's thoughts had stopped, before a shit-eating grin had managed to find it's place on Gilbert's face. "Oh Gott... I know that face, and I will not be partaking in any of your idiotic activities." Ludwig tsked, and went back to eating his cereal.
"Relax, West. Just a few friends, and maybe a little booze." He cackled, and grabbed his bird from the counter and went back up to his room. He put the small bird back into its cage and made sure the canary had fresh seed and water. He thought about what he could do, now that the leading authoritative figure was out of the house for who knows how long. He had definitely thought about throwing a massive, black-out party, but ever since the last one... Well, he didn't feel like damaging his Grandfathers property once again. Or being admitted into the hospital. He smirked, it had been that crazy. He sighed, not feeling up for partying. He quickly grabbed something to wear, and deemed himself hotter than the sun. He said one more bye to his bird and waited in the foyer for his younger brother.
It was strange, because usually, his brother would have been waiting for him. He checked his phone, and snapped a quick selfie for him to post onto his Instagram. He couldn't think of any awesome caption to go along with the awesome photo, so he just decided on three emojis. A happy face, the peace sign, and then the sun. His smirk grew when he saw that there was already more than a few likes on his photos. He was proud of his 4k follower count, and it only grew more. Sure, there were hate accounts, but he completely dismissed them as entirely unawesome to be acknowledged.
Ludwig was by his side within a few minutes, and they both left the house. While they had their own cars to drive to school, Ludwig preferred walking, and thus dragging Gilbert along with him. His reasoning was that the school was only a 20 minute walk from their home, and didn't need to waste gas on a short trip. Had it not been such a nice, breezy day, and more disgustingly hot, Gilbert would have used his car instead. The two brothers walked alongside each other, making casual conversation on their way to school. Boring things, such as what teachers they had for the day, or if Gilbert was going to skip classes again, to which Ludwig reprimanded his older brother for.
Their school had come closer into their view, and upon looking at the building, panic began to set in Gilbert. He nearly forgot who he went to school with, who he shared many classes with: his now ex-girlfriend, Elizaveta. The closer he got to the school gates, the heavier and shakier his legs felt. His breath was hitching, and becoming shallow. He wanted to run away and never face the girl again. Or maybe move to a different country, learn a different language and forget about the brunette who made his world feel like a fairy tale story. The moment he and his brother stepped before the entrance gates, he halted, looking down to the ground. Puzzled, Ludwig looks back.
"Bruder?" There was a quizzical look on the blondes face, and Gilbert only tried to keep his tears at bay. Thoughts of how the day might just go zoomed through his mind, playing different scenarios of him and Elizaveta's interactions, if there will be any. Will be be his normal self, or a different part of himself he tries to conceal to the rest of the world? Would she outright ignore him, and his aching heart, or talk to him as if the break-up never happened. He didn't like either choices, and felt that if it were one or the other, he would still feel his heart shattering over and over again.
"Elizaveta broke up with me yesterday." He admitted to Ludwig, and closed his eyes shut. He remembered that he wasn't home all day yesterday, and never told Ludwig about it. Saying those words out loud only made him hurt more. He looked up at his brother, who had been standing there with a face filled with shock. The younger brother had not seen that coming, nor was prepared for such a statement. Gilberts already red eyes filled with tears, and Ludwig only felt sorry for him. The albino wiped his tears away and they both stood in silence. Ludwig placed a hand on the albinos shoulder, and willed for Gilbert to look at him.
"It's... uh, going to be okay." Ludwig started, not knowing how to carefully piece his words together. The younger brother never thought Gilbert would be the first to go through a bad break up, and therefore, wasn't mentally prepared for such speech. He decided to go for the safer route, and tell Gilbert things that he's seen in movies. "She's... just one girl among many. There-... there will be that one girl who will make you feel like you have the entire world, a girl that you will love to the moon and back." Each word that resonated from Ludwigs lips were brief, nearing awkward for the both of them.
"I loved her to the moon and back, though." Gilbert meekly said, sniffling. "I don't know what to do, or what I'm going to do next time we bump into each other. She wasn't just a girl, Ludwig, she was my best friend, you know this. We've been friends since we were in diapers!" He groaned, realizing he's lost more than just a girlfriend, but also an awesome companion.
"Yes, I know, but I don't know what to tell you, other than that you'll be okay in the long run. You'll fall in love again, and again, and again. It's not a pretty cycle, but it does one thing; it moves on." Gilbert knew his brother was right, he knows he'll be okay, and that it will take time. He wishes he can get to that part quicker, so he wouldn't have to deal with pretending that he's okay in front of Elizaveta. The albino thought of how she was doing, was she fairing? Or was she suffering just as much as he was. He didn't think so. She had a fancy, aristocratic man now, he bitterly thought.
Gilbert noticed quickly when someone walked passed them, and he recognized the smaller frame, sand-coloured hair, along with the loop-de-loop strand of hair. Gilbert would be offended if he weren't sad, at how the shy Canadian could simply pass by his awesome self. He figured they were on a friendly basis already. His mind wandered to the night before, with himself, Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew. They had a mini Smash tournament, and Alfred had been the one to win in the end. When it was Arthur and Alfred playing against each other, Matthew and Gilbert were talking about different games they liked. Gilbert learned that Matthew liked RPGs, and enjoyed Elder Scrolls Online, along with the rest of the Elder Scrolls franchise. Gilberts favourite type of games were first person shooters, and his absolute favourite game was Metal Gear Solid, Revengeance. He smiled to himself, thinking back to when Matthew had said he tried the game, but couldn't get passed the Bladewolf, no matter how many times he tried.
Gilbert wasn't thinking when he started walking to the shy blonde. He forgot about his brother, who was trying his hardest to comfort the albino. He outreached his hand and placed it onto the Canadians shoulder. Under his hand, he felt the boy jump in surprise, and tensed. He slowly turned his head and then violet eyes stared back at him, visibly shaken, and then relaxing. Matthew smiled and turned his body to the albino.
"Oh, hello, Gilbert. Good morning." He said, his hand clutching onto his forearm. There was a smile gracing his lips, and his eyes were attentive. Gilbert let his hand fall back to his side.
"Hey, Mattie. Guten morgen to you, too." He responded, and added nothing else. Which wasn't a good choice, as both parties were standing, not knowing what to say next.
"'Guten morgen' eh?" Matthew commented, and Gilbert only laughed at how ridiculous he made the greeting sound. "What's up?" Matthews violet eyes moved away from his own, and Gilbert followed. His brother was standing beside him, staring at the Canadian perplexed. "U-um, hi." The albino knew that the younger male was unbelievably shy, and a tad bit awkward.
"Hallo. Who is this, Gil?" Ludwig stared at his older brother, wondering why he had gone off and talked to a random boy. The German was very confused with Gilbert's mood-swings. Gilbert had quickly taken the timid boy under his arms and introduced him.
"This is my new awesome friend, Mattie." Gilbert said with a grin, and Ludwig only stared at the odd duo. "Mattie, this is my brother, Luddy, he's not as awesome as me, but that's okay." He smirked, and only received a stoic look from his brother- not that he was expecting for something more or less. Gilbert looked over to Matthew, who looked pleasant, and welcoming.
"Nice to meet you," Matthew smiled, and quickly untangled himself from Gilbert's side-hug. The self-proclaimed Prussian decided not to say anything about it, thankfully, Ludwig instead he decided to fill the awkward silence with his own introductions. Then proceeded to say something about going to classes and that the albino and Canadian should go to theirs too. Matthew happily agreed, and both he and Gilbert walked into the school.
"What class do you have first?" Gilbert asked, looking around cautiously. He's anticipating seeing Elizaveta, hoping she wouldn't see him, or that they don't make eye-contact for the rest of the day. He busied himself with Matthew, as it turns out, he's a great distraction. Matthew looked over to him, sensing his mild jumpiness., but said nothing of it.
"Ah... Well, I've got Mr. Peters for my first class." he replied, and Gilbert nodded. Mr. Peters was a nice fella, goodhearted, and maybe a little crazy in the head. He was the science teacher, after all. "Then I have... English lit with Ms. Khol." He added.
"Wow, you got the good teachers. I got stuck with unawesome shitty teachers who think it's hilarious to give me daily detention." Gilbert rolled his eyes. He had gotten one too many detentions from his awesome pranks. He just didn't know why Francis or Toni haven't been caught yet. Gilbert makes a note to ask them how they do it. He scratches that note, because he's the awesome Gilbert who doesn't need to ask for instructions. He'll eventually go without receiving detention or suspension.
"Hm, yeah, I guess." Matthew turned into a stairwell and halted, "What classes do you got?" He asked, peering up at the taller male. Gilbert thought about it for a moment, before pulling out his timetable.
"Uh, math and then world history." Gilbert made a face as he read out the words. "Only good thing about them is that Franny and Toni share them with me, and then I have a spare after that." He added, thinking that his first class of the day wasn't on the second or third floor. Matthew chuckled, which brought Gilbert back into reality.
"Franny?" He mused, smiling lightly. Gilbert smirked, and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah, that's his nickname. You know, Francis." He looked around, seeing students filling the hallway, making their ways to their respective lockers.
"I know who Francis is, he's my cousin." The blonde states, something he didn't know about Francis, as he doesn't really talk much about his family. Gilbert only knew that he moved from France and that most of his family lived there.
"Oh, I didn't know that. Well, that just proves that you are indeed awesome." His smug grin did not leave his face, and Matthew rolled his eyes, all the while a smile playing on his lips.
"Let's just get to class." Matthew said and started for the stairs. Gilbert followed, despite knowing that his class was on the main floor. Matthew didn't, though.
:P :P :P I hope you're enjoying this fic just as much as I'm enjoying writing it! Anyways, Matthew and Gilberts relationship atm is very... small? They only met the day before, so I doubt there's going to be serious life changing conversations yet. I intend to make this a slow-burn, but I've never really put much thought into it, so I'm a little unsure about making the fic that way. Either way, this fic will end with them being lovey-dovey and shit.
Also, if you see any mistakes, misuse of phrases, or general spelling errors, feel free to contact me and I will get right on to fixing it! Like I said last chapter, this fic is un-beta'd and partially proof-read. Cya in the next chapter! :)
