Sorry, this chapter will not involve lyrics breaking up the story lol. I reread the first chapter and kinda found that irritating. To come to the conclusion, how Matt found the band Hurt is the exact same way I found it but after I found the band I was looking for ;o. It made me laugh after I found out the fact that New Prussia is in Canada,(other words Canada is more awesome), so Gilbert will be in this story. But now,
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Gilbert had only been in Ontario for a few weeks, after settling in his new home by the great lakes. It was a quaint little farm land, Matthew had let him use for the sake of not being harassed by the former nation. Sure, Gil had "forced" in other words, Matt to give him that land but all his awesome self wanted was to be near the silent nation. Matt was his vogel, always jumping about, or aboot. Gilbert inwardly chuckled at this stereotypically Canadian word. Stretching out in his purple clad bed, the white haired boy turned over and cocooned himself in his blankets before his alarm clock went off. *SLAM* "BRUDER AUS DEM BETT HEUTE! (brother, out of bed now)" his brother yelled from the bottom of the stairs as the boy fell off his bed. Struggling out of the blankets, Gil stood up and stretched again before walking over to the copper colored bird cage which held a small, fat canary. Opening the cage, yellow soon blended with the silvery white of the boy's hair. Chuckling softly as the bird chirped happily, he threw on some black skinny pants, a dark purple shirt and a black leather jacket with the Prussian eagle on the back. Smirking at himself in the mirror, he opened the door and walked downstairs.
It took the boys around a half hour to get to the school. Normally it would have taken only a few minutes, but they had pulled over numerous times, because they were fighting about who was suppost to drive. Gil walked up to doors and pushed both of them open, exclaiming that "The awesome Prussia has arrived, losers" *his words not mine*Looking around for the one boy that would put a twinkle in his red eyes, his smirk fell slightly. 'why isn't he here? Where would he be?' Gil thought not finding Mattie anywhere. Mattie was always at school, it's not like he was his brother, more likely to fill his fat ass with Mcdonalds than to actually learn something worth while. For Christ's sake, they mostly had classes that were filled with the insufferable American brat's history, and he still wasn't there to gloat how cool America is. The german boy looked into the classroom, not seeing either countries sitting there. Sure it wasn't common for Alfred, but it worried the boy that Mattie wasn't there. "Ficken (fuck)," he muttered under his mouth. Turning around to see his brother standing behind him. "Gehen Sie innen?(going inside?)" the blue eyed blonde asked his brother. "nicht(no)" he replied back moving out of the way to let the younger inside. As the blonde walked in, he was oblivious that the older had successfully grabbed the keys out of his coat pocket. Snickering about how awesome he was about everything, he threw open the doors and walked over to the car.
It took awhile to find the Canadian's house, but after a few drives around the block he came to a stop in front of a bungalow, after seeing Alfred run out and down the street screaming about Mcdonalds. "Fucking fatass" Gil said out loud to no one while stepping out of the car. Looking up at the house, he watched as a door close on the balcony. He knew Alfred had lived with the meek boy he was currently looking for, and has forgotten him plenty of times, so Gil knew that the door closure was from Mattie. He strolled upto the house and banged on the door. "Vogel! Ja, Open up! I know you're in there" The white haired boy didn't give the slightest hell that he was being gocked at like he was a insane maniac. He slammed his body against the door, busting the lock in one go. Gil quickly walked inside where he came across an partially empty mug and a slightly red kuma on the floor. Panicking, the boy looked about the house frantically opening up each and every door until he came across a door with a glass ridden floor. Opening the door, he dropped to his knees, not caring about the glass digging into his pants and knees. He fell down, placing his one hand on the bloody floor and one on his mouth, struggling to hold back tears.
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Kesesese, I didn't know how to write this in Gil's awesome ego tone, but I tried. Oh by the way, I suck ass at writing, or just English in general even though I am "English". Maybe I'll have a snapped Gil next chapter, I haven't figured it out but I had to stop writing because I have to clean lol and get ready for work tomorrow. If I have time, I'll try to add another chapter but you guys have to review. It's quite sad when I look for a angsty story to read and my story is surrounded by like a bazillion reviews on the stories above and below it. I wasn't going to write this chapter but now that I have there's probably only going to be one or two depending on how I feel, chapters left.
