Gilbert sat and watched the teen for weeks. He would see him enter the school, by himself after his brother ditched him to go with some friends, and he would only see him again after school when he would walk out by himself and go home. It was rather intriguing to watch the under-dog when he himself had been the center of attention when he was in high school. Gilbert stood from his perch and pounced on the heels of his feet to get the blood flowing again.
The albino waited until the students started arriving to glide down and wait for him to arrive with his brother. Today he decided to stop watching from afar and instead go out into the field, a smirk tugged at his thin lips, he always loved field work. It didn't take long for the pair to come walking down the sidewalk. Gilbert sidestepped out of the way and then fell into step beside his blonde target right as the brother was going off about the game tonight.
"Dude it's going to be epic!" He shouted and flailed his arms around.
"I'm sure it will," Gilbert almost didn't hear him his voice was so quiet. The loud mouth was about to say something else when the boys from his group called him over.
"See ya later, Mattie!" He said and rushed over to them.
"Bye, Alfred." Matthew said. He walked into the building and to his locker. Gilbert grabbed onto a strap from his backpack so that he could gander at the many posters in the hallway and not lose Matthew. Almost all of the posters were about the football game after school today, the demon sighed and watched Matthew open his locker and take out a few books. Gilbert let go of his pack back as Matthew swung it off his back to put the books into it and take out a few more to replace the empty spots in his locker.
It was then that Gilbert noticed the inside of his target's locker; it had the kid's schedule taped to the door and the Canadian flag drawn on it at the corner. He leaned forward to examine the schedule. His jaw dropped after scanning it twice, every class was an AP course! Matthew closed his locker but Gilbert wasn't fast enough, the door hit him in the nose, it went through him but it still made his nose bleed and pain shoot up to his forehead.
His pale hands flew up to his nose and he bit his lip to keep the loud cry of pain from escaping. He may be invisible but people could still hear him. Matthew didn't notice the drop of Gilbert's blood dripping from the edge of his locker as he hoisted his back pack onto his back and went to his first class with a disgruntled Gilbert in tow still holding his face. The blonde sat down at his seat at the back of the class room leaving the demon to lean against the wall with one foot propped against it behind him. He wiped the blood off his face; the bleeding had already stopped from his rapid healing abilities.
A boy with deep brown hair, an odd curl stuck out from the front, and brown eyes sat beside Matthew. Gilbert was going to ignore him but his tongue flicked out and ran across his bottom lip on impulse. The sharp tang of anger hit the back of throat along with the taste of self-loathing mixed with jealousy.
"Good morning, Lovino," Matthew said.
"What the fuck do you want, Canadian?" Lovino growled. Matthew smiled at him leaving Gilbert with the impression that this was normal for the brat.
"How are you doing?" Matthew asked. Lovino huffed and slammed his history book down on the desk. The blonde giggled softly and a ghost of a smile appeared on the brunette's face before he mumbled something. Gilbert didn't catch it but Matthew must have because he smiled wider and nodded happily. Their class started soon after, the teacher started a lesson about World War II while passing out a work sheet.
Everyone moaned and groaned but they started filling it in anyway with the help of their books. Gilbert couldn't help himself as he leaned over Matthew's shoulder to read the questions for himself; he frowned as memories of the war sped past him. Beelzebub loved calling him the Last Prussian because he had been the last person from Prussia to die during the war and then of course it was dissolved. The only noise was of pens scribbling and pages being flipped.
Matthew got stuck on a question. He started flipping back and forth between three pages trying to look for the answer. Gilbert leaned in until his lips ghosted over the boy's ear and told him the answer. Matthew spun around with a small jump but he couldn't see the demon as he covered his mouth to stifle the giggles, his tail wagging back and forth in amusement.
"Something wrong?" Lovino asked. "Bastard," he mumbled as an afterthought. Matthew slowly shook his head turning back around and writing down the answer. That's how it went for the rest of the day when Matthew failed to be able to answer something that Gilbert knew the answer to. By the end of the day Matthew didn't know what to think and all he could do was shrug it off.
Gilbert hooked his thumb into his hood and lifted it enough to let Gilbird out as he followed Matthew out of the school building. The yellow bird flew into a tree and started chirping. Gilbert linked his fingers behind his head and followed the blonde boy home. It was a nice place, Victorian style with oak trees growing on either side of the house and a fence that showed a big back yard. Matthew trudged up the stairs; Gilbert moved to follow but stopped dead as he felt the aura of another demon coming from the house.
"I'm home Papa!" Matthew called out.
"Bienvenue à la maison, Matthieu!" A very familiar French laced accent called back. Gilbert knew this aura and voice but he never thought he'd find the demon they belonged to here. The last time he had seen his old friend was on an assignment together, they had gotten separated and Gilbert never saw him again. He just disappeared and everyone thought he was dead or turned back into an angel by some miracle. Matthew moved to the shut the door when a man with shoulder length, wavy blonde hair and blue eyes came around the corner.
His eyes locked onto Gilbert's red ones.
Francis' eyes widened. Gilbert's brain was trying to work out the fact that Francis didn't have horns anymore as Matthew shut the door.
"Oh Scheiße." Gilbert whispered.