She (For Liz) - Parachute

He has no problem with secrets, she knows how to keep them;

He never felt the need to let them show.

I've had no trouble with speaking, or trust in my instincts;

But maybe this is one that I should know.

But as I'm waiting there, the devil on my shoulder stares,

Laughing at the one thing that I can't get - is what I need.

"Oh, come on, Gilbert just talk to him!"

"I...I can't! What the hell am I gonna say, huh?"

"Mon ami, you had no trouble with that in the past, what makes this so different? It's just Matthieu."

"That's the point! It's Matthew fucking Williams we're talking about here!"

"So?"

"SO WHAT AM I GONNA SAY?!"

Let it be known that Gilbert Beilschmidt had been gathering up the courage to ask - or even talk to - the said Canadian all afternoon. He had no idea how to communicate to the soft-spoken boy and even had gone to the extent of actually asking for help from his friends.

"Gilbert, amigo," Antonio chimed in, "if it was easier for you to smooth talk a random person, then how hard could it be for you to ask Marvin-"

"Matthew."

"-Matthew on a date?"

Gilbert pouted. They didn't understand how unawesome his situation was. Before, the Prussian was the king of smooth talk, often getting more than three numbers from three different girls - and because he was just so bad ass, he didn't call. And yet, he could not even breathe a word to Matthew.

He stole a glance at the boy who was sitting alone under the shade of an oak tree in the school grounds. He was busy reading and it looked like a pretty good book because an aura pulsated through the blonde. Violet eyes skimmed through words and chin-length hair resting against soft cheeks.

Damn.

He; He is the words that I can't find.

How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive?

And I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe to save my life.

All of my chances swim like sinking ships; it's time, it's it, I'll drown and make him mine.

"Well? Go on, talk to him!" coaxed Antonio who began to push the albino towards the boy. France just smirked and left the Prussian's fate in Antonio's hands.

"Woah - wait, Tonio -"

"Oh relax, mon ami, you can do this!"

Antonio roughly shoved the Prussian who was now in front of Matthew who still seemed to be absorbed in his novel.

Gilbert turned around and gave both of his friends a look that could kill. I am going to send you two to hell.

The duo merely smiled. Sure, as long as you're coming with us!

He narrowed his eyes at the two and turned at the boy, "H-Hey...!" he said rather loudly and put on the most charming smile he could muster as of the moment - which sort of looked like a cross between pained grin and a lion baring its teeth at you.

Matthew looked up, and a pair of violet eyes met red. He flinched slightly at the other's expression but nevertheless, unmoved from his position. "Y-yes?" he asked nervously.

My vocal chords have been fighting;

My mouth likes to spite me;

It never says the words that come to mind.

I've brought a stick to a gunfight

And I'm stuck with my tongue tied, I run

But I can't hide what's always there.

Gilbert stood frozen, his stiff smile still plastered on his face as he looked down at the blonde. "S-so," he stammered. Come on just say something! Something awesome! Something like...something like..."D-did it hurt?"

"Did...what?" Matthew said awkwardly.

"Did it hurt?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

WHAT?!

He; He is the words that I can't find.

How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive?

And I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe to save my life.

All of my chances swim like sinking ships; it's time, it's it, I'll drown and make him mine.

Matthew blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

Oh mein Gott, he might think I'm some weird creep. Quick, say something!

"S-sorry, I-I meant to say-"

"AAHAHHAHAAHA!"

"...what?"

"Ahah - that's - hahaha...that was funny..." said Matthew, wiping away tears of joy.

"Oh..."

The Canadian giggled, stood up, and dusted his pants, "Well, I have to go...bye."

"Bye."

He; he is the words that I can't find. How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive?

A/N: MEIN GOTT, HIMEPAPA, THANK YOU FOR MAKING THESE TWO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH /verbal keyboard smash.

Man these two, I'm being eaten by ants, they're too sweet. Auughh!

Well anyway, I don't normally put lyrics unless I had no idea how to cut through the chapter. Sorry if it looks so choppy. I mean, I don't know, my creative juices are still running dry. :c But oh well~ 3

RnR please! Flames will be used to light up my non-existent fire place!

~Ruru