How To Love A Rebel
chapter 4: The Canadian and the Prussian
Alfred's "Rad first week" didn't turn out to be so rad. The first day everyone either walked around the school grounds or stayed inside doing nothing. The next day he spent half of the day bothering Arthur and the other half with his brother. Since then Alfred, nor Arthur, had mentioned the bedroom incident. Arthur still couldn't figure out why he did it.
"Want one?" Alfred and his brother sat under a large *Field Maple tree. It was considered to be a Maple tree, but definitely not the kind that Matthew was used to. The leaves were similar, but more rounded. Both Matthew and his brother had their backs against the tree and were sitting on the ground. The two of them were less then a foot away from each other, but still Matthew had to look around the tree trunk to see his brother fully.
"You know I don't smoke anymore." Alfred was holding up a lit cigarette.
"Oh yeah." He put the cigarette into his mouth and inhaled it deeply. "You sure you don't want to start again?" He looked at his brother.
"I'm sure." Matthew had only smoked for a short period in his life. He wasn't big on smoking and never grew addicted to it. "Where'd you get them anyways?"
"Before a got a cab here I bought a whole wack of 'em from this guy on the street. And look!" He dug into his pocket. "*Cuban cigar!" Matthew chuckled. He put it back into his pocket. "I got drugs if you want 'em."
"Are you serious?" It wasn't that Matthew was surprised that he had drugs, he was surprised that he managed to hide them away from the school.
"Hell yeah!" He dug deeper into his pockets. His brother shook his head. "Look! Marijuana and *coke!" He held two bags in the air and smiled behind them.
"I can't believe you sometimes." He looked away.
"Do you want them or not?" He asked. Matthew looked at the bags. Matthew, again, wasn't big on drugs and alcohol the way his brother was, he rather have stayed out of it but when he was young he was dragged into it. Matthew took the bag of coke, opened it up, stuck his finger in it and sniffed it up, then handed it back to his brother. "That's all you want? Man, you're no fun anymore!"
A couple minutes past and Matthew sat there in silence while he watched Alfred's cigarette shorten. When Matthew looked away he got a tap on the shoulder. Alfred held the cigarette between his teeth and said "Give it up."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb. Did you not think I'd still look at it?" Matthew bit his lip and looked away in worry. "Com' on bro,". He inhaled a deep breath and gave him his right arm. Alfred twisted it upside down and undid the shelve's cuff. He pushed the shirt up to his elbow. Matthew's arm was covered with a skin colored bandage from the top of his wrist to his elbow. Alfred began undoing it. His arm was filled with scares and cuts from top to bottom. Most of the scares were dark brown (for the newer scares) or light brown (for the older scares). Matthew began cutting himself when he moved in with his brother. The years of cutting himself made him look like he was in a war. He was in a war. A war with himself. When he was fourteen Alfred found out that he was cutting himself and punched him in the face and told him to stop, but he never could. Alfred like drugs and alcohol, Matthew liked to cut himself. He cut himself to feel alive. To reassure himself that he was really there. He got a high, living, sensation from it. Every so often Alfred would check his arm and if he did cut himself he'd punish him. The first thing that Alfred noticed was the newest cuts right up near his wrist. He had done them throughout September and Alfred knew it.
"Matt-"
"I'm sorry!" He blurted out. "I didn't mean to! I couldn't help it!" He looked like he was about to cry. "Please don't punish me!" Alfred looked at his brother sadly and let go of his arm. Matthew pulled his arm back in and hid it away from him.
"I won't," He reassured his brother. "but you have to stop."
"I stopped when you came." He began wrapping up his arm again.
"Because you knew I'd check, huh?" Matthew looked at his brother. That was exactly why he stopped.
[~..X..~]
"Hey." Matthew heard a voice and the sound of a moving chair beside him. He looked over and seen the strange Albino with his hand holding his head up on the desk. Nobody ever sat next to him. Matthew sat in the very back of the classroom, in the corner. He always wished someone would come sit next to him, but after a month of school he gave up. When someone sat next to him he took back that desire. Now that someone, especially someone like Gilbert, sat next to him that meant he would now have to engage in conversation. Matthew wasn't a people person. He wanted to be one, but his mouth wouldn't let him.
"H-hi." He stuttered and looked at the board. Matthew couldn't see Gilbert but he could tell he was still staring at him. He gulped.
"Not going to properly introduce yourself?" He twisted his head sideways. "I'm Gilbert Weillschmidt, as you already know." He said and put his hand out to shake.
"M-M-Matthew W-Williams." He put his hand out but looked away from him.
"You have to look into someone's eyes when you are introducing yourself." He scolded him. "If you don't then you're just not awesome." He let go of his hand and shrugged. "Are you not awesome?"
"Umm...I...don't know..." He still couldn't look at him.
"You don't know if you're awesome? What kind of a human being are you?" Matthew was really starting to feel uncomfortable. He didn't like talking this much. People rarely talked to him, and when they did, and they noticed that Matthew couldn't really talk to them, they'd stop, but not this guy. Gilbert got closer to his face which made him more uncomfortable. "Are you sick?"
"N-no."
"Then why are you not answering in full sentences? You look sick, maybe you should go to the nurse." Class had started and Gilbert was still talking.
"Maybe we s-should listen to the teacher."
"Nawh!" He leaned back. "I know all this stuff already, I was taught it last year." Matthew looked at him funny. "I'm nineteen, I started school a year late and failed last year, so I had to redo this class." He smirked. No matter where Matthew went, he still ended up finding people that looked like they'd get him in trouble.
"Oh..." Was the only thing that came to mind.
"You talk more around your brother, huh? Or as you'd say 'Eh?'" Gilbert joked. Somehow he knew that he was Canadian and not American like his brother. Gilbert really started to sound like his brother. He would always mock him.
"Shut up Al." Matthew said and didn't even realize what he said, and who's name he said. A couple seconds later he clicked in. He covered his mouth and shot his head towards Gilbert. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He said in one quick breath. The albino began laughing. Matthew was confused. Why was he laughing?
"Are you saying sorry for telling me to shut up or calling me your *brüder name?" Matthew didn't understand what "Brüder" meant at first but then it clicked in.
"B-both." He still felt very bad. The albino laughed again.
"That's the first time someone had said sorry for telling me to shut up!"
[~..X..~]
Class was over and it was time for break. During class Gilbert kept talking and trying to get Matthew to talk, but he'd always answer in a stutter or short sentences. Gilbert followed Matthew and kept trying to get him to talk more. Matthew stopped in the middle of the foyer, turned around and looked at Gilbert, but before he could say anything his brother ran up past him and yelled "Save me bro!" then shot off. Matthew, and Gilbert, were very confused until they heard "ALFRED! YOU FUCKING, IGNORANT, SON OF A BITCH!" Before either of them could turn towards the voice Matthew was held up by the collar of his shirt. It was Arthur holding him up.
"I am going to kill you, and I'm going to kill you slowly!" Arthur has breathing heavily.
"I-I-I'm not Al!" Matthew was scared shitless. Arthur's expression changed.
"Oh shit." Arthur let him go. "I'm sorry, I thought you were your brother, you look alike... where did your brother go?" Matthew thought about it. He could either lie or tell him the truth. Alfred always had Matthew's back, and Matthew always had Alfred's.
"He went that way." He pointed to the opposite direction as to where he went. Arthur said thanks and ran in the direction.
Gilbert stood there looking at Matthew. "You two don't look the same at all."
"Well nobody else seems to think that." He sighed.
"Why do you let him use you like that?"
"It's complicated... we just owe each other I guess you could say." He turned around and faced him.
"That's the first time you spoke to me without stuttering." He smiled. Matthew had just realized it too.
"O-oh."
"NO! Don't go back to stuttering now!" He scolded him. "Wait! I have a great idea! Come here!" Gilbert went to grab his right wrist but Matthew jumped back. Gilbert looked at him wondering why he did that.
"Ummm... old hockey injury." He made up an excuse. Gilbert bought it and walked away, making sure he was following.
Gilbert walked Matthew to an empty old classroom, that wasn't in use. Matthew sat down on a chair in the first row and Gilbert stood up by the board with chalk in hand.
"By Christmas we will fix you up!" He began. "First thing," He turned to the board and began writing "get rid of that stutter." He wrote "Stutter" on the board. "Second thing, be more social." He wrote "Social" on the board under the word "Stutter". "Third, gain some confidence." He wrote again. "Fourth, go on a date."
"Wait! why?" Gilbert turned around.
"Because it helps you." He turned around and began writing again. "Fifth..." He took a long pause to think about it "Ah! I know!" He wrote in down on the board without saying it. He stepped away and Matthew read "kiss".
"What?"
"Get someone to kiss you! And a real kiss!" He put his hands on his hips and leaned forward.
Thankfully, for Matthew, that was the only class he had with Gilbert, and the last time he had to see him that day. The rest of the classes he either had with his brother (Who didn't show up for some odd reason) or by himself. He walked out of the class that he usually had with her brother and felt a sharp pain in his upper jaw then blacked out. When he woke up his head was leaning against a wall. He looked up and seen Gilbert with his hands wrapped around someone's neck.
"Gilbert!" He shouted in confusion. He tried to jump to his feet but got head rush and blacked out for a couple seconds. The guy that he was chocking pushed him off. Gilbert lost balance and was pushed to the floor. The guy picked Matthew up by the collar and pressed him up against the wall.
"You American bastard." He said in a harsh voice.
"Eh?- Wait! No! That's my brother not me! I'm not Alfred Jones! I'm Matthew Williams! Please don't hurt me!" He pleaded and tried to make him believe that he got the wrong guy. "Please, please, PLEASE!"
The guy looked closer at who he had pressed up against the wall. He swore in his own language and let him go and Matthew gasped for air. "Sorry..." He rubbed his head. Matthew finally got a good look at him. He was a big built, not in a muscular or fat way, tan man with black hair in semi dread locks, pulled back into a ponytail. "Do you know where your brother is?" Matthew didn't notice that Gilbert's nose was bleeding in the background.
"Um...n-no, s-sorry." Matthew figured the man was Cuban. The Cuban said sorry again and said his goodbyes as if nothing had happened. After he left he noticed Gilbert holding his nose.
"I get nose bleeds a lot. It's not that bad." He reassured him.
[~..X..~]
Gilbert explained how he just had a class next door to him and he wasn't stalking him or anything, although Gilbert still believed that Matthew couldn't defend himself, so he added it to his list.
"WOAH! Man! What happened to you!" Matthew entered his dorm to see Arthur and his brother sitting on Arthur's bed. Alfred had a tissue stuck up both his nostrils, with dried blood tainted to the upper parts of the tissue, and Arthur was wrapping up his fist in a bandage. Alfred's reaction to Matthew was from his swollen up cheek and bruise on his eye, it wasn't a black eye although. Matthew didn't get into fights. The only time Alfred seen his brother injured was either from hockey or from his parents.
"I think I have the same thing to ask you." He looked at his brother.
His brother laughed. "Got into a bit of a fight, but nothing big really! Nobody saw so we didn't get in trouble." Alfred tried to get up but Arthur pulled him back down and said he wasn't done with his injury. "So what happened to you?"
"Nothing...just..." He tried to think of an excuse "Smashed my head off of the stairs." He didn't want to bother Alfred by saying it was partly his fault for his injuries. He wasn't all that good at lying.
Gilbert stepped forward. Nobody noticed he was there, because Alfred was focused on his brother, and Arthur on Alfred. "Hey! You're the awesome guy! What 'cha doin' here?"
"Hanging out with your brother." Alfred looked confused. Nobody hung out with Matthew. The only person he hung out with, and even talked to, was Alfred. "Anyways," He began "somebody thought Matthew was you and punched him when he left class." He turned to face Matthew "And that's how he got that." Matthew was rubbing his face.
"Was he Cuban looking?" His brother nodded. "Same guy that hit me! Bastard..." He took the tissue out of his nose and shook his head. "Anyways..." He got up, and this time Arthur let him, and walked over to his brother and put an arm around his shoulder. "Thanks for bringing him back." He shook hands with Gilbert and he left for his own room.
Star Notes
Field maple: A type of maple tree that grows in parts of Europe.
Cuban cigar: A type of cigar that is illegal to have in the USA (Which is why Alfred showed it off).
Coke: Short for cocaine.
Brüder: German for brother.
Windy's Wonders
YES I KNOW! *Gets up and slams hands against desk* THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AL AND ART! But don't worry! (now say that in a Indian accent, cuz it's funny!) This is actually part of the plot :3 But of course y'all (seriously have to stop saying that) won't see it until later chapters sooooo you're gonna have to wait!
All about Matt and Gil, just cuz they're awesome! :P
OK! I decided to clear up the whole Al raping Art thing XD but you'll have to wait 'til the next chapter! It sort of a part of the plot, but not major! I originally wasn't going to mention it until Robyn said something and I pretty much rewrote the whole chapter (in mai head). So we're gonna see new characters next chap! :D The next chap is pretty much the same day, but Al's and Art's POV of it ;) Fun soundin, eh? It's gonna be fun!
Time for a random and weird fact about Canada (just cuz ;P) Last year we had to study the stupid Canada's Food Guide in class and on the last page at the bottom it said "Copyright her majesty the Queen of England" I was just like 0-o. XD (For those of you who don't know Canada's not like The States, with their whole independent thing. We are still part of the commonwealth thinger...shuddup I don't feel like being a history teacher today XD)
It's getting FUCKING cold here! One day it was like 20 and the next 0! and it was even snowing! WTF? It NEVER snows this early! so it was like that for two days and for two days after it was 28...WTF! Oh well I get to walk around with my huge ass Canada hoodie and bomber ontop of it (Yes I have a bomber, yes it's awesome, and yes it looks ALOT like America's...it just happens to look alike XD), and my smexy gloves and hat going "I'm sexy and you know it!" XD I look so fucking hot in my bomber :P
I have the same problems as Canada...but I'll tell you about that later XD Kinda funny actually!
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