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The strawberry blonde kept running until his legs started to burn. This is why I'm not in track! He screamed to himself. Turning a sharp corner, he sought out a very familiar house that was placed at the near end of the block. Still running, he pulled out his phone and pressed the speed dial. Matthew didn't plan to answer, but he was sure Alfred would leave his house when he called.
Opening the door, the American saw his friend power walk to the front steps, "Dude! What are you doing here? I'm supposed to go get you at four." Alfred took a few steps down his porch, watching the Canadian twist and look around with a disgruntled look on his face.
"Couldn't do it Al," he raised his arms in defeat, "It smelled like a dentist office in there, and there were these horrible magazines with water stains!" Even Alfred had to flinch at that picture, "And then the friggen receptionist is trying to get me take these condoms that look like grape suckers, and just yappin' away about her friggen boyfriends pie balls."
Alfred chuckled, "Hehe, yum."
Matthew continued ranting, "Yeah, and Katyusha was there! Yeah, and she was like, 'Hi Babies have Fingernails', FINGERNAILS!" Matthew shot out his hands, showing his fingernails in demonstration. Alfred kept on laughing.
"That's gruesome, do you think the baby could, like, scratch you on the way out and—"Matthew looked at his friend with morose.
"I'm staying pregnant, Alfred."
Alfred looked to his house with wide eyes, "Dude, you have to stay quiet, my Dad is inside he doesn't know that we're sexually active." He whispered, walking down the remaining steps.
"Look, I've been thinking, I could, like, have this baby and give it to someone who totally needs it. Like a woman with a bum ovary or a couple of nice Lesbos or Gays!"
"But then your small body is going to get huge! And you're going to have to tell people that you're pregnant…"
Matthew looked up in the sky with frustration, stomping off to sit on the steps, "Well, maybe they'll canonize me for being so selfless…"
"Or maybe they'll freak the fuck out and not let you go to London on spring break." Matthew picked at his nails.
"I was already planning to head for Berlin with Gilbert anyway."
The blonde American thought for a moment, you could literally see a hamburger shaped light bulb flicker on top of his handsome little head, "You should look at adoption ads, I see them all the time in the penny saver." Matthew looked up with a disbelieving face.
"They have ads for this?" Alfred smiled.
"Yeah-hea! People desperately seeking spawn, right next to dogs and koalas, and used kitchen equipment 'nd stuff It's, like, totally legit!"
The faint sound of children and preteens playing football where floating around like the fall leaves. Two blondes sat on a lonely bench next to one of the oldest trees in the park. Both boys clutched giant red slushies, despite it already being chilly outside.
Alfred pointed at one picture, "Mm, Wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple have found true love with each other, aww, all that's missing is your bastard." He looked up with a smirk, but it faltered when Matthew was looking at something completely different.
"I want a polar bear."
Alfred groaned, "Matt you're totally not even listening to me!" he gritted his teeth in annoyance.
"No, I'm sorry, I just don't feel right giving the baby to a family that describes themselves as wholesome."
"Why?"
He shrugged, "I don't know, I just want something a little bit edgier."
"Well what did you have in mind?"
Again, he shrugged, "(1) Idon't know, but wholesome is a bunch of bull, maybe a family who, like, live in a cabin like Abe Lincoln, the dude is like a fucking lumberjack, but one of the cool ones, who's, like, a part time Mountie, and a mom who dresses like one of those old 50's moms and cooks like Betty Crocker and Rachael Rays love child, but I don't want to be too particular."
Alfred's eyebrows rose above his hairline, "Okay, Uh, how about this, educated successful couple seeking infant to join out family of five, you will be compensated, help us complete the circle of love, call Denmark and Norway…" Alfred nodded in approval, "That sounds great!"
"Yeesh! They sound like a friggen Scandinavian Cult! Besides, they already have three kids, now they're just being greedy little bitches." Alfred looked back, only to perk up once again.
"Matt, look at this one." Alfred turned the magazine over so Matthew could read. He pointed at a classic photo of a couple. The couple was very attractive, the woman being insanely pretty and the man being oddly handsome with his large burly scarf.
They Where Ivan and Natalya Braginski, and they were beautiful even in Black and White…
The albino was sprawled across his bed, decorated with baby chicks if I could add; a yearbook was propped on his legs. The specific black and white page was dog eared for the small, rectangular picture that sat at the end corner.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Gilbert literally threw the yearbook across the room, not wanting to look like a sentimental bitch. The door creaked open to reveal his younger brother, Ludwig.
"Dinners ready." He said sternly. Gilbert had always wondered what the small Italian boy saw in the rule-bounded German.
"S'Alright, the awesome me isn't hungry." Ludwig took the sudden rejection to concern.
"But I made pancakes and have a six pack of beer, it's your favorite." Gilbert waved his hand in a passive motion, shooing his brother.
"Just go eat the pasta your boyfriend is probably making."
Ludwig turned a tinge pink, "He's not my boyfriend…" But he let it go anyway, not wanting to press the matter further. The he remembered, "Bruder, some kid called for you, I forgot his name, but he called when you were feeding Gilbird." Gilbert automatically knew it was Matthew. Everyone forgot the cute blonde which always confused the Prussian.
"Alright." Ludwig took this as a departure; slowly close the door, leaving his odd older brother with his weird thoughts.
The moment Gilbert heard strong steps down the stairs, he opened the closest drawer. Inside it would look completely empty, but in the far corner were a neatly folded pair of boxers. Gilbert clutched the soft material close to his chest. He opened his palm slowly, looking at the silly design with reminiscing eyes.
They were the boxers Matthew wore on their special night.
Alfred sat on the side of the stairs, nibbling on his fingernails, his good friend pacing the floor.
Berwald watched his eldest walk side to side around their living room. He had called them down for something important, but would not specify what. He took a look at his 'wife', wondering if he could shed some light, but the smaller blond looked just as confused as he felt.
Matthew stared at the ground while pacing, "So, I'm not sure how I'm going to spit this out." He began to twiddle his fingers together.
Tino sighed, "Did you get suspended again? I mean, after the first 3 times, I'm sure they're supposed to always count you present… (2)"
Alfred smirked a little bit, "No, the school would most likely contacted you in the event of his suspension."
Tino smiled with relief, taking Berwald's hand in a loving motion.
"D' y' n'd m'ney? L'g'l c'ns'l? (do you need money? Legal counsel?)" Matthew waved off his offerings.
"N-I'm not asking for anything, except for maybe mercy!" Matthew said quickly, "Like it would be friggen sweet if no one hit me." He folded his hands in a prayer motion.
The small Finnish man began to have a mini panic, squeezing his husbands hand with much force, "Well, what did you do, did you hit someone with your car?"
Alfred looked at his friend with a serious face, "I think it's best to just, tell them." Both parents sat up at his words. Tino could feel Berwald's hands starting to sweat. Matthew stopped pacing and turned to his elders.
Taking a big breath, he looked into their eyes, "I'm pregnant…" Berwald sat, shell shocked. Tino raised his other hand to his mouth, gasping, "Oh god."
"A-Ah-But I'm going to give it up for adoption, I've already found the perfect couple, they're going to pay for the medical expenses and everything and, what, thirty-er-odd weeks we can pretend this never happened!" Matthew explained quickly, giving his family a hopeful smile.
Berwald ignored his pleading, going back to the main issue, "You're pregnant?" It was so important that he spoke in clear English.
Matthew ran a hand through his curly hair, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, and if it is any consolation I have heart burn that is…radiating my knee caps and I haven't taken a dump since Wednesday…morning!"
"Wh' 's th' k'd?(who is the kid?)" his father asked, his hand that wasn't holding Tino's was clutching the armrest on his chair.
Matthew was confused at his unspecific question, "The baby? I don't know much about it," he said, holding his hands above his stomach, " Other than it might have fingernails."
Tino looked amazed, "Fingernails? Really?" Matthew nodded, happy that his 'mother' also had no real idea on the developing of a spawn.
Berwald glanced at both of them, "No! I m'an wh's th' f'th'r, Matthew? (I mean, who's the father?)"
Matthew twisted his nimble fingers once again, "Its, uh, it's Gilbert Weillschmidt…" The room was silent; the only noise that was heard was the Cuckoo Clock that hung in the kitchen and the pitter patter of Peter's feet upstairs.
"Gilbert Weillschmidt?" If you knew Berwald, like Tino and Matthew, you could hear the almost nonexistent scoff in his tone of voice. Matthew watched his 'mother' also force back a small grin threatening to overtake his pale features.
Matthew felt offended for some odd reason, "What?"
"I didn't think he would have it in him." said Tino.
The silent Alfred started to laugh obnoxiously, "I know right?!" he grinned at his friend. Berwald turned back to his serious face. (Which, technically, is the same face. Only angrier.)
"Th's n' l'ugh'ng m'tt'r. (This is no laughing matter.)"
Matthew agreed, "Right, and Gilbert is actually really good in—"
"Y'h."
"—in chair."
Berwald internally prayed that it wasn't any couch in the house, "S' y'r th'nk'ng 'b't ad'pt'on?(So you're thinking about adoption?" Matthew nodded again.
"Yeah, this couple out in the hills, they've been trying to have a kid for like three years—"
"We found them in the penny saver next to the exotic animals!" Alfred added his own two cents.
"—and they have a legitimate lawyer, and I was going to meet with them this weekend."
The Finnish man tried to reason with his step-son, "That's a tough decision, much tougher than you can imagine right know."
"I know that and I'm just not ready to be a parent." Matthew admitted, shoving his hands in his sweater in shame. He felt even worse than before, not only did he place a burden on Gilbert, but his parents aswell.
"D'mn sk'ppy y'u're n't! Y'u d'n't 'v'n r'm'mb'r to giv' P't'r 'is bre'th'ng m'd'c'ne! (Guess what he said, haha.)" Berwald exclaimed, speaking much more than Matthew expected.
"That was once, and he did not die if you recall!" he shot back. They always held that above him, even when Peter forgave him and said it was pretty funny.
"Matthew, have you ever considered, you know, the alternative." Tino asked softly.
"…no." Matthew stated, but he kept the clinic story to himself.
"Well then, you're a little Viking," Tino smiled up at him, then he grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from the lamp desk, "first things first, we need to get you healthy, no more Tim Hortons for a while." Matthew internally protested; Tim Hortons is to Matthew as McDonalds is to Alfred, "And I'm going to set up an appointment for you, and find out where you're going to deliver…" Tino ferociously drew a to do list, which included little side notes of his thoughts and small pictures.
"I'm g'ng w'th y'u t' m't th's' ad'pt'n p'r'nts." Matthew nodded solemnly, turning to his friend who offered him a supporting smile. "I th'ght y'u w'r' th' k'nd of b'y wh' kn'w wh'n t' s'y wh'n…" Berwald's disappointed face made Matthew's heart drop into his stomach acids.
Matthew shrugged, "I don't really know what kind of boy I am…" Together, Matthew and Alfred headed upstairs into his room, one looking severely depressed.
Berwald buried his face into his hands, moving his glasses into an awkward position above his head, "T'll me th' tr'th, Tino, is th's my f'lt…?" Tino placed the list on the couch cushion next to him and watched the stressed man with sad eyes. He took his squared glasses off and placed them on the lamp dresser, grabbing his husbands much larger hands and massaged them in circles with his thumb.
"No, I think Matthew just mad a dummy mistake and someone is going to find a blessing in all this crap…" he reassured.
A/N: So I'm a little disappointed in the river of story alerts/ story favorites, yet I only get one or two reviews.
I'm not completely happy with this chapter though.
(1) Hmm, am I the only one who wanted a life like this? Haha.
(2) Let me explain this one, I'm sure with Mattie's invisibility powers he would be marked absent. A LOT.