Whoa! Two chapters in one day!
Not a lot in Gil's POV this time.. It's mostly Matthew's.
And it's a bit angsty, too. I actually teared up!
I don't own Hetalia. But it'd would've made a wonderful Valentines Day gift.
Oh, also, thanks for the reviews!
It had been a week since the rooftop incident, Matthew and I had became surprisingly closer, and here I was, sitting in my room, with a bruised, swollen cheek. From Alfred. Of all fucking people.
Gilbert had decided that today, he'd hang out with Matthew today. Or, at least try to. He knocked on the door, greeted with Alfred, with Matthew standing behind him, eyes sad.
"I already said I wouldn't let you hang out with this guy." He said to Matthew openly, and Gilbert was met with a fist to his cheek.
"That was really stupid of you to come here!" The American yelled, as Gilbert stepped backwards quickly, bringing his hand up to his reddening cheek.
Matthew gasped as he watched all of this, and winced, a look of horror swiping across his face. He looked over to Gilbert first, and then looked at his brother.
"Alfred! Why would you do that?" The blond questioned, his voice wavering.
Alfred just huffed in anger, staring at Gilbert. "Go away, Gilbert. You changed, and I do not want you near Mattie." He stated in a firm voice. Gilbert just chuckled at this. "People change for reasons." He replied to Alfred, a sour grin on his face.
"Fuck off. You don't have any reasons." Was Alfreds reply to that. Gilbert just scoffed. "Fine. I'll leave." He hissed at the American, giving Matthew a small, sad smile before he turned around, leaving.
During the whole scene, Matthew had a pained expression on his face.
I chuckled to myself, remembering the memory. Maybe seeing Matthew wasn't the smartest idea I had. I just wanted to see how he was doing, but it seemed that Alfred still held things against me.
-Matthew's POV -
As I watched Gilbert walk off, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wanted to go do something, follow Gilbert and make sure he was okay, but I didn't want to appear weak. Once he was gone, I quickly glanced in Alfred's direction for a few quick moments before I silently ran up to my room, slamming the door and locking it. I let the tears fall, thinking back to last night.
"Mattie. I need to talk to you." Alfred stated to the said blond, in a stern voice. Alfred had just seen Matthew talking to Gilbert for the first time, and clearly, he didn't like that.
Not giving him a chance to reply, he grabbed Matthews wrist, not tightly, but not gently either. Matthew let out a small wince at that. "Why are you hanging out with.. With Gilbert?!"
Matthew tensed up, almost jumping at the sudden raised-voice. He didn't want to tell him that the man saved him from jumping off a roof, so he made up a quick lie.
"Well, he doesn't seem that bad.." He said, nervously. It was partially the truth, at least.
"He doesn't seem 'that bad'? Are you kidding me?" The American asked rhetorically, with a frown. "He's a fucking idiot who doesn't have a life! I don't want to see you around him, Matthew."
"Al, He's my friend. Don't tell me who I should and shouldn't hang out with." Matthew replied, somehow keeping his voice at the same level, but sported all of his emotion in his eyes. Alfred just happened to glance into them, and he frowned.
"Whatever." Alfred said, letting go of Matthew's wrist, and walking upstairs, slamming the door to his room, thankful that there was no one else in the house.
After a few hours, Alfred had went to Matthew's door and knocked on it somehow gently before opening it, walking in and waking his brother up. He sat up from his bed as Alfred greeted him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Alfred felt embarrassed for his actions earlier, but he wanted to know that his message got across to the Canadian.
He passed a hand through his hair before speaking. "I'm sorry about earlier.. I just..." He looked over at Matthew, sighing. "He's not a good guy, Matthew. I don't want you near him." He explained, his tone dripping in seriousness. Matthew bit his lip at this, trying to think of how to reply.
"Can you at least tell me what's wrong with him?" He finally asked, his voice a bit strained.
Alfred let off a sigh at this, and he sat up straight. "Well, me and him were pretty good friends a year ago. Just, something happened one day, I don't know what, but.. He changed. He started to be rude; always fighting, not smiling anymore.. He just became awful." He explained. "When I asked him what happened, I literally took his fist to my face. I don't want you to approach him."
Matthew ended up wearing a sad expression, letting the explanation bleed into his thoughts before he replied. "Well.. Maybe.. Maybe he just needs a friend. Someone to listen to him." He poured out, kinda relating it to himself at the same time. Alfred bit his lip at this, and then sighed
"Stay away from him, please, Matthew."
"Well, I have plans with him tomorrow, and I'm not cancelling them."
Alfred let out a groan. "Matthew, you just pretty much ignored everything I just said!" He yelled, getting up from the bed. "I said don't! I'll talk to Michelle, or dad, or even Francis, I don't care! If this guy does something to you, I'll kill him." He hissed out at Matthew, seeing him cringe a bit, just like earlier before he left the room.
Matthew was about to go after Alfred, but he stopped himself. Instead, he let out a shaky breath, his hands also shaky, as well. He never saw Alfred that angry with him as he was right now. He couldn't just break away from the guy who had saved his life.
Somewhere during the memory, I had dragged my blade across my wrist a few times. I winced at it, wishing I didn't space out like that. The cuts weren't deep, in fact, they were lighter than what I was used to. But quite a bit of blood formed on the lines. I dropped the razor onto my bed, wiping my eyes with my other hand.
I heard a light knock on my door, followed by a faint 'Mattie..', coming from Alfred. I jumped as I heard it, quickly opening up a drawer on my nightstand, picking the blade up and shoving it in there while grabbing a few pieces of toilet paper, placing them on my wrist, closing the drawer before pulling the sleeve of my green sweater over the tissues.
"Matthew?" I heard again, accompanied by a knock.
I let out a light sigh. "Alfred, go away.." I replied, my voice cracking a bit. I wasn't ready to talk to him. "Matthew, answer me and unlock the door, please.." I felt defeated at that. Yes, I could be stubborn, but not in this state.
I walked up to the door and opened it, mixed emotions on my mind. "What do you want, Alfred." I stated, more of asked. My voice felt like it was swept from emotion, unlike my mind.
"Look," Alfred started, with a sigh "I'm sorry, okay? But I told you, he's no good; you can't hang out with him!"
Not this again.. I thought. I really didn't feel like fighting about this. "Can you at least let me find out on my own?" I decided to ask, averting my gaze to the floor. I could hear Alfred give a small sigh. He looked angry, but I could see apology in his eyes. "Alright..." He mumbled, but then spoke up. "But I swear, if he lays a harmful finger on you, he'll pay." I sighed.
Alfred looked away as he heard a knock on the door, and sighed. "It's Arthur and Kiku. You can... go see Gilbert, I guess.."
I let out a small, tired smile. "Thanks, Al.." I whispered, while surprisingly hugging him. I felt him rub my back slightly and I went into my room to quickly put on a few bandages under my sleeve, and I made my way downstairs. As I got downstairs, I only saw Alfred and Arthur, which picked at my curiosity.
"Good afternoon, Matthew." Arthur greeted me, and I let a bit of a smile come out and waved with my right hand. "Hey, Arthur." I replied, before turning to Alfred, thanking him once again before I was out of the house, and on my way to Gilbert's. He'd told me where he lived before, so I'd have no problem getting there.
Hopefully, I'll write in more of Alfred's and Gilbert's POV next chapter. But mostly Alfred's. We need to see what's on his mind! I know we're all curious. And what's Arthur got to do with all of this? We'll find out!