Matthew managed to get a tray, buy lunch, and find a place to sit. The only problem- It was with his brother. Now, don't misunderstand, he doesn't hate his brother or anything, it's just that... he could be a bit... well... annoying. Hopefully, his 'friends' would be better.
First, a Chinese person Matthew almost mistook for a girl at first glance, he was so effeminate. He wasn't wearing a skirt or dress or anything like that, but he did have a slightly feminine figure, long black hair tied into a low ponytail, brown eyes, and his sleeves on his red, silky mandarin jacket just happened to be so huge that they comepletely covered his hands. His pants also looked suspiciously like black leggings and his shoes suspiciously like red flats.
Next, a Russian guy who had violent- sorry, I meant violet- eyes (like Matthew), platinum blonde hair, and for some reason, a scarf and giant coat, even though it was pretty warm in the cafeteria, not to mention the school. And also, he was ridiculously tall and intimidated Matthew so much, he ended up sitting as far as possible from him.
Then, a boy who seemed to be British with GIANT eyebrows, messy blonde hair, and emerald eyes, and was arguing with Alfred about something.
Oh, and there was Francis from Chemistry class at that table too.
"Hey, Matt! Glad you came to sit with us!" Alfred said, breaking away from his argument. "Betcha don't know who these guys are, huh?" Alfred didn't give Matthew a chance to respond. "That's Yao-" Alfred pointed to the Chinese guy- "Ivan-" the Russian- "Arthur-" the Brit- "aaaand Francis," Matthew already knew who he was because of Chemistry class, like I said earlier.
It was then that he realized Vash didn't have a place to sit either. Instead, the boy was simply standing in the middle of the cafeteria, looking from table to table. "Hey, Vash! You can come sit with us!" Matthew found himself calling out.
Vash spotted Matthew and made his way over to the table. "Hi." he said simply, setting his tray down and sitting in between Matthew and Yao. "Oh... uh, hey Vash." Alfred said awkwardly.
Matthew was a bit... confused. Alfred, being the outgoing guy he was, had NEVER spoken in that awkward tone of voice, EVER. Or at least not in the first eight years of the twins' lives and the... actually-very-short-time since Matthew had moved in with his dad and brother.
"...Why are you all staring at me like that?" Vash asked, glancing around the table. "No reason." Ivan said. Matthew looked at his face and wished he didn't. His smile was so... unnerving...
The Canadian began to wonder if Ivan only sat with Alfred, Arthur, Yao, and Francis simply because they were too scared to tell him to leave.
But he also got some sort of weird feeling that the fact that Alfred and his friends had all stared at Vash had something to do with why everyone in Chemistry had known Vash's last name.
"Ah. Pardon, mon ami." (Sorry, my friend) Francis spoke, averting his gaze. Vash mumbled something that might have been French, but he said it so quietly it was impossible to tell what he was saying.
The boys began to chatter again, and as time passed, Matthew began to notice similarities between the Frenchman and the Swiss. "Are you two related?" Matthew blurted out, referring to Francis and Vash.
Francis leaned back in his chair. "Oui, Mathieu." (Yes, Matthew). "You see, Vash and I are-" Francis failed to notice the frantic hand signals Vash was using, but in his (Vash's) favor, a voice rang out through the cafeteria.
"HELLO?! DO I HAVE EVERYONE'S ATTENTION? THANK YOU, NOW CAN FRANCIS BONNEFOY PLEASE GET HIS BUTT OVER HERE?!" A Hungarian girl was standing on a table, yelling. She had long, light brown hair, and blue-green eyes. Sitting at the table was a cheerful-looking, brunette, green-eyed Spanish guy, and a white haired, red eyed... German, maybe? boy.
Francis sheepishly grabbed his lunch tray and headed over to the table, where the girl hopped off of the table in triumph and sat down next to the white-haired one.
"Wait, what was he going to s-" Matthew began. "Nothing!" Vash cut him off.
Matthew looked to the others.
"Don't look at me, I can't read the frog's mind."
"I don't know either. Maybe Alfred knows, da?"
"Hey, I don't know either, commie."
"Aiyaa! Would you two stop being at each other's throats for one minute?!"