"You know, I'm kind of getting to get a little worried about those two, we haven't seen them in a while," Matthew said.

"We'll be fine, if they need us, they'll just text or call," Gilbert pulled out his phone.

"Oh, of course, but don't you find it a little weird?"

"Well, now that I think about it, it has been a long time since we last saw them. Maybe they went to fine Antonio and Lovino."

"Maybe."

"Hey, do you want to go on that?" Gilbert asked as he was pointing to the largest roller coaster in the entire park, "'Shipwrecked' sounds like fun right?"

'Oh god, that looks terrifying.'

"Sure, why not?" Matthew said, his voice was laced with false confidence.

"Sweet! And the line isn't even that long, come on," he said as he grabbed Matthew's hand as they half ran half jogged to the ride.


"Just a question, are you from Europe or something? It sounds like you have an accent," Alfred asked Arthur.

"Yeah, I'm from England, I moved here in the eleventh grade," Arthur smiled as he answered.

"Oh yeah, so why did you move?"

"Just family issues, boring stuff like that."

"I see, my family is pretty complicated as well, my mom raised me here and my dad took Matthew up to Canada when we were little, and about five years ago, our dad died so Mattie moved back here."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, how did your mom, react to that?"

"I honestly think she was glad to get rid of him, but she was always kind of cold toward Matthew though because he and dad were very alike," Alfred said sadly.

"That must have been horrible; at least he had a good brother like you then."

"I don't really know, I was never there for him when he needed it, to be honest I think I was a terrible brother."

"Hey, chin up; you're doing this for him aren't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"See, if you weren't a good brother you wouldn't be doing this for him, anyway, we need to find them to see if it's going well or not," Arthur said.

"So basically, we're stalking them?" Alfred sounded interested.

"You could say that."

"Why are we bothering? I could just text him and ask him where they are!" Francis was getting quite annoyed, his cousin and old boyfriend obviously had chemistry, and it was so plain that they both liked each other. It was making him feel horrible; he still hadn't gotten over the English man. How could he? Arthur was the first guy that he ever went out with, he had gone out with plenty of girls, but, Arthur; he changed everything in Francis's life.

Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert were in the cafeteria of their high school, it was Thursday, October 27and Hetalia High had just gained a new student from England. And to the great displeasure of a certain Francis Bonnefoy, all of the girls were going mad for him.

"God, it's only because of his stupid accent, as far as looks go, there is no one more fabulous than me," Francis sighed, "once they get over it, they will all come running back to me begging for forgiveness."

"Because they were all over you before he came here," Gilbert said sarcastically, "they were totally hailing you as the god of super sexyness."

"Only a handful of the very bravest dared to venture to all of this loveliness," Francis gestured to himself.

"I bet they think they just can't handle it," Antonio joked.

"What, I'm French, it's just in my nature to be this sexy."

"Riiiiight, anyway, what's his name again?" Gilbert asked.

"I think its Arthur Kirkland or something like that," Francis answered.

"So, he already knows his name, knows that he has a nice accent, and is boasting about his own so-called 'sexyness.' How long do you think it's going to take?" Gilbert asked Antonio.

"Hmmm, I don't know, maybe a month tops."

"I give it two weeks for him to at least make a move."

"Fair enough, how long is it going to last?"

"Well, if the guy actually goes for it, I say, at most 6 months, and at least a month," Gilbert estimated.

"Oh, so you think it's going to last, for his standards, ok well, I say at most 3 months, and at least two and a half weeks."

"Excuse me for interrupting, but what the hell are you two doing?" Francis asked, sounding annoyed.

"Betting on your relationship status with the newbie," Gilbert smiled.

"Do you two do this regularly?"

"No we don't do it for all of the hopefuls, but only the ones that are the most promising," Antonio answered, "So only every once in a while."

"I see, but what makes you think that I'll go for him? Have you seen him, god, those eyebrows are just horrendous!"

"Ooh! So, he's already taken the chance to critique his appearance! He's only just got here earlier today! I'm shortening my bet on how long it'll take to less than a week to a week and a half," Gilbert said.

"Oh, will you two shut up about this, you are being ridicules! It's never going to happen, he repels me."

"The first sign of love is denial!" Antonio said happily.

"I'm pretty sure that's something else like schizophrenia."

"Oh, right, well it works for love as well!"

"I am NOT in love with him! God you guys are so annoying!"

"Um, is it ok with you guys if I sit here?"

Francis looked up behind him to see a bright pair of emerald eyes.

That was the first time that Francis and Arthur met, and Francis never forgot it, and now his cousin was flirting with the man that he loved, he would trade the world for Arthur to love him again.


Gilbert and Matthew were approaching the end of the line of the gigantic ride 'Shipwrecked' and Matthew was getting quite nervous. He always hated any of the really big rides and avoided them at all costs, but for some reason, all Matthew wanted to do was be with Gilbert, he was just really fun to be around.

"Hey Birdie? What's up, you look like you're going to be sick or something." Gilbert sounded genuinely concerned.

"Oh, it's fine, it's just the anticipation."

"I know right? This looks awesome! Almost as awesome as me! But, alas, there will never be something that is as or more awesome than me."

There were a few moments of silence.

"Hey, Gil?"

"What is it, Mattie?"

"Why do you keep calling me Birdie?"

"Why do you keep answering to it?" Gilbert laughed, "I don't really know, it just sort of fits you, and you kind of remind me of a pet bird that I once had."

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it."

"Well, his name was Gilbird, named after the awesome me of course. He was kind of quiet and small, his feathers were sunshine yellow, the same colour of your hair to be honest."

"He sounds really cute."

"He was," Gilbert smiled, "I got him for my fourth birthday and he used to just hop up onto my shoulder or on top of my head. He really was the best. I cried so hard when the poor thing died; it was only a few months ago too."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, he lived a long and full life though, so that's good. Just think of all the great times that you had with him, you must have given it a really good life."

"I guess so."

They drew closer and closer to the end of the line, 'Oh dear god, I don't want to do this, it's terrifying,' Matthew thought as he heard the screams from above him.

"Next," a gruff voice said

'Oh god, shit, there's no turning back now.'


"THERE! I found them!" Alfred pointed over to where he saw Gilbert and Matthew, looking through a pair of binoculars, "oh god, they're getting onto "Shipwrecked'? What the hell did Gilbert do to him to convince him going on there! He's terrified of bigger roller coasters, and they're getting onto the biggest one here!"

"Well, that means either two things, one: that Matthew really likes Gilbert and is willing to face his fears for him, or two: Gilbert is threatening him or something of the sort. It might just be me but the first option sounds more likely, because Gilbert really doesn't seem like the 'threatening someone just to go on a roller coaster' type of person, do you?" Arthur observed.

"He doesn't seem like it but, my baby brother would never do that willingly!"

"Well, see for yourself," Arthur said pointing at the binoculars around Alfred's neck, "he's smiling."


It was taking everything Matthew had to not burst out in tears or scream his head off, 'oh god, why on earth did I agree to this?' Matthew's knuckles were turning white from him tightly hanging on to the metal harness type thing that was the only thing that was going to keep him from falling however far and breaking every bone in his body, 'we haven't even started moving yet, I wish they would just get it over with, this is killing me, just waiting here.' Almost the instant he thought that, they started to be pulled slowly up the first part of the ride.

Clunk, clunk, clunk.

'Oh maple, I can't do this, I can't do it."

They arrived to the top of the track and stopped, 'It's like they know that I'm terrified of heights and they want to torment me.'

They were all still in suspense, seconds passed, it felt like minutes to Matthew, and then they were speeding towards the ground. They twisted and turned, in circles and loops, sudden, sharp turns and jagged zigzags.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Matthew couldn't stop himself from screaming on the top of his lungs.

He heard Gilbert beside him yell, "WHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO, OH YEAH!"

'He's mental, off of his rocker, completely out of it, and freaking crazy.'


"Ok, now should we keep spying on them, or go wait for them," Alfred looked at Arthur.

"Well, I say we wait until they get off, and see what happens, if they seem to be ok, and if neither of them tries to kill the other, then we'll keep spying," Arthur answered, "other than that, there isn't a whole lot we can do but wait."

"While we're waiting, wanna go get something to eat?"

Arthur paused, "sure, why not."

"Sweet, hey Francis, want to come?"

"No thanks Al, I'll stay here. Someone has to make sure they don't wonder off," he said bitterly.

"Well, ok then, if you're sure," Alfred noticing his tone of voice.

"Yeah, I'm sure, go on. Just don't get anything that will make you sick again."

Alfred laughed, "Ok, I won't."

And they left, leaving Francis to himself with his thoughts. "This is why I never wanted to see Artie again, because I knew that I still wouldn't be over him," he said to himself, "and now it seems like I won't have a chance to get back together with him." He let his mind wander into the past.

Exactly a week after Arthur arrived to Hetalia High, Francis had tried to make a move on him no more than 3 times daily.

"Wow, he really didn't wait long," Gilbert laughed with Antonio as they watched Francis try to convince Arthur that they were meant to be together for the second time in three days.

"He really didn't, I guess I owe you this," Antonio handed over $5.

"I appreciate your business," Gilbert joked as he pocketed the money as they continued watching Francis's pathetic attempt of wooing Arthur. "Ahh, what would we do without our poor love sick puppy?"

"Honestly I have no clue, like what would we bet on? It would be so weird without him," Antonio wondered.

"Oh look over there, isn't that the one particular Italian that you yourself are swooning over?" Gilbert nodded toward where he spotted Lovino yelling at his twin brother.

"Oh, shut up, I'm not swooning over anyone," Antonio denied, while his face told a different story, it was as red as a tomato, "but no one can say differently that he is adorable when he's mad."

"I think that you are the only one who thinks that," Gilbert said.

"Oh, there's no way that I'm the only one who thinks that, he's just too cute to not think that!" Antonio argued.

"Right, you keep thinking that Antonio, but you might want to keep that to yourself, if Lovino ever found out that you think that, you just might end up with a broken nose or something," Gil said.

"Mmmm, right," he said dazed. Francis headed back toward the two.

"That's it! That stubborn, stuck up, old cow! I give up on him! I will never be able to convince him of our love! He can go rot in hell for all I care now, he is just way too much work!" Francis was very distraught.

"'If love is a labour I'll slave until the end' isn't that what you said to him yesterday" Gilbert teased.

"That was from a song, I was trying to be charming and poetic! But he is impossible! I can't do this." Antonio and Gilbert looked at each other and burst out laughing, "What's so funny?" Francis demanded.

"It's just, you say that every time!" Gilbert explained while laughing his head off.

"I do not!"

"Yes you do!" Antonio insisted.

"Oh my god! You two are so impossible," Francis threw up his hands, almost hitting someone.


Matthew had his eyes squeezed shut, his heart was racing, and he was hyperventilating. 'Shipwrecked' was slowly coming to a stop.

"Please tell me it's over," Matthew refused to open his eyes.

"Yeah, it's over, I'm sorry Birdie, I didn't know you didn't want to go, you should have told me, I wouldn't have made you go."

"It's ok, I'll be fine just get me off of here."

"Ok, but you are going to have to let go of the bar thing, just saying."

"Oh, right," he reluctantly released his grip on it, stretching his hands, realizing how tightly he must have been holding onto it because they were stiff.

"You can open your eyes now," Gilbert said, as he tugged on the metal harness thing, releasing Matthew.

"You must think I'm pathetic," Matthew said miserably.

"Of course not! We all have our own fears, and loads of people don't like roller coasters. I actually think that you were quite brave; you faced your fears just for the benefit of me having a little fun. Not everybody would be able to do that," Gilbert smiled at Matthew.

"You really think so?"

"Yes, I do, now do you want to go get something to eat?"

Matthew smiled back at him, "I'd like that.


"So, what do you want to eat?" Alfred asked.

"I don't know really if I want anything, I kind of just wanted to get away from Francis, really."

"Oh, it must be kind of awkward being around him," Alfred said.

"A bit, but I think that he feels more awkward, he always was very emotional about that kind of thing."

"Really? He never seems to act like this around any of his other ex's."

"Hm, that's kind of weird," Arthur sounded a little confused, "oh well, he'll get over it, stupid frog."

"Why do you call him that?" Alfred asked.

"Stupid or Frog?" Arthur smiled.

"Frog."

"I don't even know really, it just sort of happened, I guess when I first met him he kind of reminded me of a frog because I really hated frogs for some reason," Arthur laughed.

"Ok then, that's a little bit weird."

"I guess." They kept walking for a little while and then saw a stand for mini doughnuts.

"Hey, want to split some mini doughnuts?" Alfred asked.

"I don't see why not." And they got in line, not seeing that Matthew and Gilbert were heading in their direction, followed by Francis.


"Oh my god, mini doughnuts! They are the best!" Matthew said pointing at a stand.

"I know right! They are so good," Gilbert paused, "hey, is that Alfred over there?"

Matthew looked, and indeed saw his brother with a blond in punkish clothes, "Yeah, but who's that with him?"

Gilbert squinted, "Mein gott, it's Arthur!" Gilbert looked at Matthew seeing the confused look on his face, "One of Francis's ex boyfriends."

"Oh! I think I remember him saying something about someone named Arthur and how he didn't think that he would ever get over him," Matthew remembered.

"Really? It always seemed like he hated Arthur after they broke up, but then again, you can hate someone because they love them."

"If you don't mind me saying this but you sound like you have experience with this," Matthew looked at his feet.

"It's ok, but yeah, for a while I thought that I still loved my ex girlfriend, but then I realized once she got over me and started dating this other guy, that she was right, I didn't love her as a girlfriend, I loved her more as a little sister or something."

"What's her name?"

"Elizabeta, if you ever meet her, get on her good side as soon as possible, otherwise you might get a face full of frying pan," he looked at Matthew's questioning expression, "Seriously, it's not pleasant, trust me, it happened to me on more than one occasion," He laughed, "I don't think my nose was ever the same after that."

"You have got to be kidding me, like, you can not be serious. Who hits people with a frying pan?"

"You two wouldn't be talking about Elizabeta would you?" Francis appeared it seemed almost out of thin air.

"Yup, I was just telling Mattie that if he ever meets her to get on her good side ASAP."

"Yeah, you really should, she can really be vicious, and you can't imagine how much a frying pan to the face hurts."

"Oh my god, you were serious!" Matthew couldn't believe this.

"Would I really joke about getting hit in the head with a frying pan?"

"Well you kind of were laughing about it."

"Just looking fondly into the past," Gilbert joked, "anyway, when did the idiot meet the smart ass?" He asked as nodding towards the two blonds.

"Oh, um, a little bit after we lost you guys I guess," Francis laughed.

"Mmm, I see. Wait here," Gilbert said pressing his finger to his lips. Matthew looked at him questionably, "trust me." He smiled.

Matthew watched as he saw Gilbert slowly sneak up behind Alfred and Arthur, them being oblivious because they were deep in conversation, and once he reached them, he pushed them both sideways onto the ground on top of one another and he burst out laughing.

"GILBERT, YOU ASS!" Arthur yelled as he got up off of Alfred, both of them looking a little pink in the face, "YOU ARE SUCH A BLOODY WANKER! IN WHAT STATE OF MIND MAKES YOU THINK THAT PUSHING TWO PEOPLE OVER ON TOP OF EACH OTHER IS IN ANY WAY OK?" Alfred was still on the ground but he too had joined in with everybody laughing, Matthew and Francis walked over while holding their stomachs laughing. Arthur still looked both furious and embarrassed.

"Aw, Arthur can't you take a joke? It was all just for laughs," Alfred said getting up off of the ground, dusting himself off and saw Arthur glaring at both him and Gilbert, "Hey what did I do?"

"How are you ok with this?"

"Because you're making such a big deal of it to make up for both of us," Alfred smiled.

"Oh, you really are a git."

"Yeah, well, you're an ass wipe," he stuck out his tongue.

"Well, you're a twat."

"You have freakish eyebrows."

"You-"

"Oh my god, they're like an old couple," Matthew said while they kept bickering.

"I know!" Gilbert said in disbelief, "come on, let's go find another place where we can get mini doughnuts or something, I have a feeling that this could go on forever."

"I think that it really could, ok let's go," Matthew agreed.