Day Two
Alfred Hero Jones to Matthew Williams OMG YOU KNOW WHAT I REALISED
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Alfred Hero Jones to Matthew Williams YOU DIDN'T COME TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY BECAUSE YOU WERE FLYING TO GO PRANCING AROUND WITH THOSE LOSERS
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Alfred Hero Jones to Matthew Williams LOW BLOW BRO LOW BLOW
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Alfred Hero Jones to Matthew Williams YOU ALBINO SUCKING WHORE
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Gilbert Beilschmidt likes this.
Gilbert Beilschmidt I wish :(
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Alfred Hero Jones fiend
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Arthur Kirkland Alfred, it's not very nice to post things like that on your brother's wall for the public to see
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Alfred Hero Jones shut up mom you're no better and i know it was you who drank all the booze at my party just to spite me and make me have to spend money on more you owe me 150
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Arthur Kirkland I'm not your mother, you bloody arse!
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Matthew Williams good morning to you too
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Alfred Hero Jones even francis agreed artie ^ and inbox me matt
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Between Alfred Hero Jones and You
Matthew Williams July 6th at 08:00
what
Alfred Hero Jones July 6th at 08:03
i can't believe you missed my awesome party :(
Matthew Williams July 6th at 8:04
Alfred, I spent the whole of day before with you.
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Alfred Hero Jones July 6th at 08:04
SO
Matthew Williams July 6th at 8:04
so I don't see why you're getting your panties in a bunch
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Alfred Hero Jones July 6th at 08:05
you left me for gilbert beilschmidt
i repeat
GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT
the guy's cool and I don't mind if you have loser friends (you hang out with cuba afterall)
BUT
the guy's as much of a rapist as francis!
and in the light of recent events (me reading your diary)
YOU SHOULDN'T HANG OUT WITH HIM
HE'LL TOUCH YOU LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T BE TOUCHED
fyi alfred f. jones wears boxers not panties kthnx
Matthew Williams July 6th at 8:06
he's my friend!
(and we spent the whole day before i left together alfred, and you tried to set kumajiiji on fire and we both got drunk and then Arthur had to take us out of jail and it was only early evening )
and what the fuck!
why did you read my journal!
!
how much did you read?
just because we have the largest undefended border doesn't mean I can't go apeshit on you eh
fyi matthew williams don't be carin what kind of underwear alfred f. jones be wearin
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Alfred Hero Jones July 6th at 08:09
ENOUGH TO KNOW YOU CONSIDERED THAT OFFER THAT FRANCIS ANTONIO AND GILBERT MADE ONCE (LIKE REALLY, MATT? YOU'RE FUCKING DISGUSTING)
ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT YOU SECRETLY THINK THE WINO AND THE WALKING EYEBROWS ARE BOTH REALLY ATTRACTIVE AND YOU'RE GLAD YOU CAN CALL THEM YOUR FATHER FIGURES FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS
ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT YOU WANT GILBERT AS MORE THAN A FRIEND
ENOUGH TO KNOW YOU'RE LUSTING AFTER HIM LIKE FRANCIS LUSTS AFTER THE WORLD
BECAUSE, AND I QUOTE, "HE REMEMBERS ME AND HE'S LOUD AND KIND OF WEIRD BUT REALLY ATTRACTIVE AT THE SAME TIME AND HE'S NICE TO ME AND WE GET ALONG SO WELL EVEN THOUGH HE'S A WEIRDO AND I LIKE HIM AND HE GETS ME HORNY AND I FIND MYSELF THINKING/FANTASIZNG HOW GOOD HE'D BE IN BED BECAUSE I MATTHEW WILLIAMS AM TWISTED IN THE HEAD UNLIKE MY AMAZING HEROIC SEXYFUCK BROTHER, ALFRED, WHO DOESN'T LUST AFTER PASTY ALBINOS"
ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME AND WON'T KILL ME EVEN THOUGH I SCANNED IN A LOT OF THE PAGES BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU HURT ME I CAN JUST EMAIL THEM TO YOUR SOON-TO-BE-SEXTOY
fyi nice slang-y talk
Matthew Williams July 6th at 8:11
...
Alfred Motherfucking Jones.
I hate you.
Like.
A lot.
But I won't hurt you...just...please alfred f. jones, united states of america, best brother in the world, best hero ever.
DON'T FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THINGS GOOD IN (YOUR) LIFE, SEND OR SHOW THOSE TO ANYONE
*ANY*ONE
fyi go die
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Alfred Hero Jones July 6th at 08:15
atta boy :)
and dude, not mother fucking. i only did that once.
fyi no u
From: Gil
Message: Guess what I goooottttttt
From:Matt
Message: what
From: Gil
Message: Got the cool car. put your big boy pants on because were going drivin
From:Matt
Message: Where are we going
From: Gil
Message: who knows, but we're driving. specifically, -your- driving. so come down soon :D
After the first few minutes, Matthew's knuckles had retained their original colour. Somewhat.
He was still getting used to the fact that they were going rather...fast.
No, fast was an understatement.
Matthew never went over a hundred kilometers per hour back home (110 at the max), and he never got a speeding ticket in his life.
And now, he was on an infernal stretch of highway, at 200 and pushing while Gilbert egged him on from the passenger seats.
Earlier that morning, after breakfast, Gilbert had casually tossed to him a set of keys, telling him that they were going to go on a picnic, and he had the basked already packed. Matthew had blinked, hearing the amount of enthusiasm in Gilbert's voice, and found himself wondering if it was secretly Feliciano speaking. They had hopped into the car, with Gilbert at the wheel. Matthew was confused, because Gilbert had told him to hold on to the keys because he would need it very soon.
A good twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a rather large garage. Gilbert told Matthew that he would finally get the chance to drive a "real" car instead of that "random American shit you always drive", and that's when Matthew had realized what the keys were for. He was too busy looking at how expensive (and deadly) the car looked, and didn't hear whatever brand it belonged to. All he remembered was that it was German. Gilbert told Matthew that he'd be the one driving, since Ludwig didn't really trust Gilbert with it and Gilbert wanted to be a good older brother and actually listen for a change. Matthew protested, Gilbert laughed, and then fifteen minutes after that, Matthew had found him driving on to a road that didn't have a speed limit, and a car that didn't seem like it had one either.
Gilbert had encouraged him to go faster and faster, saying that he should be more manly. Matthew pointed out that Gilbert was holding a wicker picnic basket with a checkered cloth on top in his lap so he really shouldn't be talking, all while trying to not crap himself as other cars whizzed by them. But he'd be lying if he didn't say that after the initial 'holy shit this is mother fucking fast' reaction, he had started to enjoy himself.
"Fuck, this is great." Gilbert said happily, as he stared out the window on the passenger side, watching as the trees blurred by them.
"Mhmm." Matthew replied, his eyes fixated on the road. Driving so fast was actually rather liberating, and he could feel a small smile forming on his face.
From:Ludwig
Message: where's the car
From:Gil
Message: in the garage
From:Ludwig
Message: not the normal car. one of the *other* cars.
From:Gil
Message: in one of the *other* garages?
From:Ludwig
Message: You know which one I'm talking about.
From:Gil
Message: hmm...nein :)
From:Ludwig
Message: If it's not back in one shape...
"Turn right here?"
"Yep."
They had taken a detour somewhere, driving through a city then a small town and then a small village. Soon, they were surrounded more and more by nature and forests, and now they were going down a more secluded road. Matthew slowed down as the road beneath them slowly started to deteriorated as he turned into the hidden entrance.
Matthew drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, humming a bit as he listened to the gravel and rocks beneath the car crunch.
"So...where are we going?" he asked after a while, admiring the greenness surrounding them.
"Well there's a really cool place I wanna show you that's slightly off this road...It's totally awesome. Go left on that fork."
Matthew obeyed, and the what had been left of the road had become dirt. They were surrounded by the forest, and drove in silence for around ten minutes. The trees around the road started to lessen, and Matthew started to see hints of shimmering water. Soon, they were curving around a rather large and isolated body of water. Matthew did a slightly sharp intake as he saw the lake.
"Gilbert, it's beautiful." he said quietly as he looked around, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Gilbert said, sounding nonchalant, but mirrored the smile. "Pull over on that shoulder...yeah just there."
Matthew pulled over, bringing the car to a complete stop at the shoulder of the road. "This place is so awesome!"
Gilbert gave him an expectant look, and Matthew rolled his eyes playfully.
"Alright. It's almost as awesome as you."
Matthew did think that his country had some of the most beautiful nature, but he was pretty sure this place came in a very close second. Short trees and tall plants lined the space in between the road and the lake. The place was quiet, with the occasional bird chirping and small animal scampering through. They sat in silence, Matthew looking around, appreciating the view while Gilbert watched Matthew from the corner of his eye.
After a short while, Matthew finally spoke up.
"So, what are we going to do?" he asked, looking at Gilbert. "Picnic?"
"I prefer to call it something less pansy." Gilbert replied, and Matthew stared.
"You brought a wicker basket with sandwiches and juice. And with a red and white checkered blanket on top. How is that not pansy?"
"I packed wurst."
"Does it change anything?"
"Shut up. Hey- don't laugh!" Gilbert sniffed and looked away, and Matthew continued to chuckle. "Not awesome."
"Sure, sure." Matthew patted Gilbert's shoulder reassuringly, and Gilbert flicked his hand away.
"Get out of the car. And, by the way, you're carrying the basket." Gilbert said, dumping the basket onto Matthew's lap. "I'm not going to be seen with that thing."
"You were perfectly fine waving it around the garage, where there were actually people around."
"Shut up." Gilbert grumbled, slamming the door behind him as he stepped out of the car. Matthew let out another chuckle as he followed suit.
From: Alpha Dawg
To: King Arthur
Subject: BIG NEWS
MATT'S IN LOVE WITH GILBERT
GILBERT
GILBERT!
-Alfrizzle J-shizzle
From: King Arthur
To: Alpha Dawg
Subject: RE:BIG NEWS
Okay?
-Arthur
"Look at that motherfucker!" Gilbert said happily, as the stone skipped across the water eleven times, each skip rather large.
Gilbird chirped in agreement, hovering over Gilbert, and Matthew just grinned from where he was sitting on the blanket, chewing on a large pretzel.
They had laid out the cloth on a small dirt clearing right on the bank of the lake after they arrived, and had eaten lunch. Gilbert played with a lighter while they were eating, setting random plants near them on fire before quickly putting them out. At one point, he had tried to set Matthew's sandwich on fire, which had earned him a hard smack on the head. He had grumbled something about "un-fun losers", but joined in the laughter anyways.
Matthew and Gilbert just lazed about the lake, either wading into the water with their sleeves rolled up, or walking through the grass. They even attempted a game of "extreme" hide and go seek, where Matthew spent half an hour looking for Gilbert, before finding him perched near the top of one of the taller trees lining the outside of the forest. Predictably, Gilbert, not used to climbing down trees, had to wait for Matthew to climb up and help him down. Being teased for that had led to Gilbert getting Matthew in a headlock when they hit the ground, clamping his nose till he admitted that Gilbert was still the most awesome thing on the earth, and that he would never, ever repeat this incident. Ever again.
Matthew looked on as Gilbert continued to skip rocks across the lake, and was struck by how peaceful the ex-nation looked. Even though he was cursing like no tomorrow every time a rock failed to skip, and made rude hand gestures to both the lake and Matthew as he teased him, Gilbert looked very happy, and very at home.
It was only the second full day he was in Germany (being a nation, that still didn't sound right to him), and he was already having a lot of fun. It was much nicer than the times Cuba invited him over, and forgot that he wasn't America. Plus he was with Gilbert, which just made things...better. Matthew had to smile slightly to himself at the thought.
Then he slightly blushed, as he remembered that Alfred had read his journal. It was hard enough telling it to a notebook, and Matthew was absolutely mortified when Alfred told him he knew about his slight (alright, bigger than that) crush on Gilbert. Matthew found himself going even pinker as he remembered what exactly it was that he wrote in his diary. Being the ever-efficient person, he had actually listed down every single thing that he liked about Gilbert within the book. And, when Gilbert had given him the tickets, he had written a rather enthusiastic entry about how excited he was...and a rather shy one afterwards, where he wrote that this could possibly be the big chance for him to tell Gilbert that he liked him, and for them to maybe get together.
And Alfred had read it. All.
I'm going to kill him, Matthew thought sourly. And then I'm going to tie him up and send him to Francis with ten crates of lube.
"Yo, Mattie, you okay?"
Matthew snapped out of his reverie to find that Gilbert had plonked down beside him and taken the half eaten pretzel out of his hand.
"Yeah, why?"
"You were just sitting there, going kind of red."
"O-Oh." Matthew raised his hand to touch his burning cheek. He cursed his tendencies to blush often, especially when he was thinking back on rather embarrassing moments. "Ahh, I guess I'm just a little..sick from the water?"
"Hmmm." Gilbert scooted closer to Matthew, and raised a hand to his fore head. "You are sort of warm. Damn. Get on here."
He patted his lap, and Matthew's eyes widened slightly.
"G-Gil."
"Put your head on my lap." Gilbert clarified, smirking slightly. "I need to check something."
"What?"
"Your eyeballs."
Matthew blinked for a second, not quite sure of what he heard.
"My eyeballs?"
"Yeah. They're the best indicators of whether you're sick or not."
Matthew gulped a bit, not knowing whether to believe the man, but nodded anyways. Gilbert shifted behind him, and pulled the back of Matthew's shirt till his head was in his lap. Red eyes squinted down at Matthew, and Matthew tried to will his blush away.
Using two fingers, Gilbert stretched the eyelids of Matthew's right eye open and inspected the eyeball..
"Hmmm." He said, looking intently into the eye. "Interesting."
He let go, and Gilbert repeated the action with his other eye, this time taking longer to examine it.
"Well." He said finally, letting Matthew blink away the dryness. "You better not be getting sick, because you're on fucking vacation and that's not awesome."
"I'll try." Matthew replied, and Gilbert hummed again.
"Go to sleep." The silver haired man commanded, and Matthew raised his eyebrows.
"Why?" In your lap? But Matthew decided not to ask the last part.
"Because I said so, that's why. And rest is good for you so that you don't conk off in the middle of the week."
Matthew didn't reply, and Gilbert cupped his cheeks with his hands.
Smushing them together, he said "I'm not going to let you go till you sleep."
"Mfah."
"Sorry?"
"Lef gof of mah fashe" Matthew said, his speech coming out slightly funny.
"Not until you go to sleep."
Matthew glared at him from beneath.
"How I can I go ta shleep if yuh dunn leggo?"
"True."
But Gilbert didn't let go of Matthew's face until Matthew finally gave up and closed his eyes. Matthew found that he was slightly drowsy after all, and as Gilbert let go of his face and tapped Matthew's forehead in approval, Matthew slipped into a light sleep.
From: Alpha Dawg
To: King Arthur
Subject: RE:RE:BIG NEWS
I LIKE GILBERT AND ALL BUT HE'S TOO DIRTY FOR MATTHEW
WANT TO COME WITH ME TO GERMANY AND CRASH AT LUDWIGS' SO THAT WE CAN KEEP HIS DIRTY HANDS OFF MY INNOCENT BROTHER?
PLEASE?
-Alfrizzle J-shizzle
From: King Arthur
To: Alpha Dawg
Subject: RE:RE:RE:BIG NEWS
no.
-Arthur
Gilbert looked down at the head on his lap, and resisted the urge to run his fingers through the golden hair, because that was only for pansy people in love. And he was not a pansy person in love. He was a fucking awesome person...who was totally infatuated with the man who was currently using him as a pillow.
It hadn't taken him long to figure out that he actually had a thing for his Canadian friend, because repressing feelings were for lame people like England and Romano. However, finding a way to admit it was a totally different thing. It wasn't like he had a problem admitting his feelings out loud or anything. He had plenty of experience telling Austria he was a pansy, Russia that he hated him, and Hungary that she was bat shit crazy but an awesome friend anyways.
It was just that with Matthew, he wanted to be a bit more "tactful", as his brother put it. Gilbert didn't want to annoy his friend instead of seducing him.
That's why he had come up with the awesome plan of inviting Matthew over to stay with him for a couple of weeks. He would slowly woo him, and by the end of his stay, he and Matthew would be together. And he could move in with him, because he was pretty sure Ludwig was fed up of him. He was pretty sure his little brother was fed up with him a long time ago, but he had decided to bestow his awesomeness upon him anyways, because Ludwig was too much of a stick in the mud.
Gilbert was also pretty sure that Matthew liked him back if the weird message from Alfred, who normally didn't interfere with Matthew's friendships due to Matthew being good with threats and hockey sticks, was anything to go by. He had noticed that when he was with him, Matthew was just a little more exuberant and a little more...himself. He showed his more snarky side around Gilbert, but Gilbert was also sure that he acted more affectionate towards him. From what he knew, when Alfred had come knocking at Matthew's door at 4 am in the morning, Matthew had put cayenne pepper in his pancakes.
Matthew shifted slightly, muttering something in his sleep about how Gilbert shouldn't set Kumajirou's fur on fire, and Gilbert had to grin slightly. Gilbird had nestled himself near the crook of Matthew's neck, and both of them were dozing peacefully. Gilbert actually had no idea what the fuck your eyeballs had to do with whether you were sick or not, but it had got the slightly smaller blond close to him and that was good enough.
Matthew wasn't flushed anymore, and Gilbert came to the conclusion that instead of Matthew really being sick, he had just been reliving some embarrassing moment in his head which he wouldn't admit to Gilbert. Yet.
So cute... Gilbert thought absent-mindedly. He did allow himself to shift a strand of hair from Matthew's forehead and tuck it behind his ear. It crossed his mind that he should take a picture of Matthew in this state, so he pulled out his phone from his pocket. Turning off the sound so the click wouldn't wake Matthew up, he took a picture and saved it to his phone.
Hey, look, I'm getting reception...
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Gilbert Beilscmidt tagged Matthew Williams in a picture.
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Francis Bonnefoy this is why I'm so glad Mathieu took after me and not rosbif~ I imagine that picture would have been ruined with those giant eyebrows
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Arthur Kirkland watch it, frog
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Feliks Łukasiewicz totes getting cavaties here gilbear
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Feliciano Vargas your friend looks so cute, ve~ but ludwig's kind of upset about you taking the car still :(
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Antonio F.C awww, so cute but its funny that this is really the guy who beat you in a drinking contest
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Mathias Thomsen LOL I REMEMBER THAT
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Lars V. and then he had to go streaking down the road with a giant Canadian flag, if I remember correctly.
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Gilbert Beilschmidt I thought we had agreed never talk about that ever again
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Lars V. no that was just you
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From:Gil
Message: hey luuuudwiiiig wanna come pick us up the car's out of gas
From:Ludwig
Message: It's your own fault for not checking before you left
From:Gil
Message: is that a yes :)
From:Ludwig
Message: find your own way home
From:Gil
Message: bitch
From:Gil
Message: Feliiiiiii, luddy's being mean and he left us stranded in the woods without gas :(
From:Ludwig
Message: I'm coming to pick you up. Did you really have to text Feliciano? You know how he gets
From:Gil
Message: :)
Since I've already done the like-each-other-but-are-in-denial I wanted to write the whole like-each-other-and-try-to-admit-it-without-looking-like-a-dink-this-is-a-lot-of-hyphens just because
mathias thomsen= denmark
if i didnt say before
miguel lopez= cuba
spelling mistakes within texts/facebook posts/emails are intentional
