Hi! I've been abandoned at my school by my mother, so I'm going to start typing this chapter. Earlier, it was raining really hard outside and I went out here with no umbrella just dancing like a dork. A lot of people gave me looks and called me weird.

I just said that being weird is just a side effect of being awesome.

Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Gilbert POV

I kept glancing up at the clock waiting with anticipation until it would ring to signal lunch time.

I bounced my leg up and down with impatience. "Why won't the verdammt bell ring already?!"

After what had seemed like an eternity, the shrill ringing of the bell echoed through the hallways. I stood straight up and picked up my binders and pencils and shot out the door after the other people who made it out before me.

Not even bothering to put my stuff in my locker, I ran towards the lunchroom with full speed just to get a glimpse of Birdie.

"Maybe I can properly introduce myself when I see him!" I swung open the lunchroom doors and screamed "Your royal awesomeness has arrived!". No one even glanced my way since they were all used to me doing it by now; not the even the teachers cared anymore.

I spotted my friends Antonio and Francis at our awesome table in the back and swaggered over towards them.

"Your royal awesomeness has arrived! Bow down, kiss my feet, and worship me!" Francis rolled his eyes and Antonio gave me an enthusiastic wave and turned back to each other and continued their conversation.

"I don't know why my little Lovi would hit me like that! All I said is that his face was as red as a tomato and then he hit me calling me tomato bastard!"

"Ya know Antonio, maybe he just doesn't like being called a tomato. Or, ya know, like you in general?", I said rolling my eyes.

"I know that's not true.", Antonio crossed his arms. "Underneath all that mean exterior is a nice Lovi and I know that Lovi loves me just how I love him."

It was always obvious that Antonio loved Lovino since the first time they had met. Even though their meeting involved a prank, whipped cream, and the boys locker room (long story). We could tell that Lovino loved Antonio back, but he didn't like showing affection. It was like a jacked up Romeo and Juliet except Juliet was a cranky ass bitch who punched Romeo when ever she got the chance.

I laughed at my joke and turned around in my chair to scan the lunchroom for a person wearing a red, baggy hoodie.

"It seems that our little Prussian is off in lala land today. What has you so distracted, hmm?", Francis asked me with a perverted look on his face.

"Mein Gott Francis! Do you have to turn everything into something dirty? I'm just looking for a certain person that I want to talk to."

Antonio gasped. "You're not going to fight them, are you?! You promised your papá that you wouldn't get detention this year!"

I rolled my eyes again. "No Antonio, I'm not going to pick a fight with them. I'm just going to talk to them and..."

"Wait, why do I want to talk to the kid anyways?"

"... And, umm... See if their okay... Yea! That's what I'm going to do."

Francis just face palmed himself and sighed. "You have no idea why you want to talk to them, do you? Whatever, tell us what he looks like though, we might know him or can help you look for him.

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yea, I guess so... He is wearing a baggy, red hoodie with a white maple leaf on the front and wears oval glasses and his hair is a honey blonde color with a strange curly hair sticking out the front of his face. He also wears baggy blue jeans that barely fit him and he's as thin as a toothpick with a very feminine figure. The part about him that stand out the most though is his light, violet eyes that look like amethysts. Do you know a guy like that?"

Francis tapped his chin in thought and hummed to himself Antonio just sat with a ditzy look on his face.

"Hmm... The eyes and hair sound like my cousin, but I haven't seen him since I was six years old or somewhere around there. But I don't think that it's him because we moved away from him ten years ago. Mon Dieu, what was his name? I can't for the life of me remember..."

"Pretty sure that this guy isn't your cousin Francis. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would molest others, let along talk to them." I rolled my eyes.

"Non, he was not like that. In fact, he was always very shy when he was around people. But I do remember him having the sweetest smile that could brighten anyone's day!" Francis gushed and I wrinkled my nose and stood up.

"Whatever, Francis, you can go ahead and keep gushing over your cousin, but I'm going to go find Birdie."

"Who's Birdie?", Antonio asked as I walked a name.

"I-It's like a little nickname I made up for him... I think it suits him." "Why did the cafeteria get so hot all of a sudden?"

"Whatever, bye!" I waved and took off running out of the cafeteria.

Francis POV

Watched in amusement as Gilbert's face exploded with a dark red blush. His pale white skin made it look more visible and I chuckled in my head.

Gilbert ran out of the cafeteria and as soon as the doors slammed close, I let out a laugh. Antonio looked at me like I was crazy, but I just gave him a side glance and a wink.

"It looks like our little Gilbert has fallen in love with a little "Birdie"."

"Wait, who's Birdie?", Antonio asked tilting his head to the side.

"Duh, the guy Gilbert was just talking about! You know, he said he looks like...", I trailed off. I had forgotten the description that Gilbert had given me.

"I can't remember what his description was.", I dead panned with a conflicted look on my face.

Matthew POV

The bell signaling lunch rang and I smiled the first genuine smile this day.

Lunch time was the only time I could really relax and get away from everyone because I had a secret hiding place on campus. Behind the school was a forest were I would go to and sit underneath the shade of my favorite maple tree and relax. Sometimes, I would even do sketches of the trees or wildlife out there to get my mind off of things. I never really needed to worry about lunch either because there were apple trees out in the forest.

I stood up out of my chair and another wave of dizziness rushed over me again. It has happened all day because of my fever and a broken rib was not helping my matters very much.

I walked down the halls and out of the heavy doors and a gust of Autumn air blew through my hair and I smelt the crisp blow.

I soon arrived in the front of the orange and yellow forest that was painted with fall and a bit of frost. I started to walk on the gravel path that led to my hiding spot while listening to the loud crunching of rocks underneath my feet. The rustling of the leaves sounded like music to me and as I walked down the stunningly beautiful path, I felt like I was finally free from all my worries.

I came to a small opening and smiled as if I was returning to my true home. The maple tree was the only plant with red leaves and they shone in the sun like they were gems. A worn out bench sat below the tree looking like it would break if you even blew on it and a sketchbook and pencil laid against the trunk.

Another blast of wind came and a couple of ruby-red leaves flew down gracefully from the tree. One landed at my feet and I bent down to pick it up and I held it in-between my fingers and twirled it around taking in all its details with close precision. I let it go and it flew again to the ground a bit less gracefully this time.

I smiled and sat my bag down on the ancient bench and sat against the trunk of the tree. I picked up the old notebook and flipped through it to look at my past drawings.

Most of them weren't that well drawn, since lunch didn't last forever and I didn't have that much time to add extravagant details to them, but they were still decent. Sketches of birds, saplings, and other things decorated the pages and I smiled fondly at each memory that they held within.

I turned to a blank page and remembered the maple leaf that I picked up.

"I could draw that... It was very pretty." I crawled on the ground over to the dropped maple leaf and picked it up and sat back down. I placed the leaf delicately on my bent knee so that I could draw it from a certain angle.

My hand darted over the page with careful strokes making sure not to mess up as to not waste time erasing. I had just finished my leaf when I heard the bell in the distance meaning I had five minutes to get to my next class.

I stood up a little too quickly, getting the thousandth dizziness feeling that day and picked up my bag. I raced down the walkway, ignoring the intense pain where my broken rib was.

I got to the school doors, only to be swept along with the crowd and pushed around like a pinball. A kid "accidentally" elbowed me in the stomach and even though it wasn't my fault, I mumbled a small apology. It had always been a habit of mine to say sorry even if it wasn't even close to being my fault.

The guy looked around for whoever had said something to him, but didn't see anyone so he just shrugged it off.

I got pushed around more by the crowd and eventually got shoved into the mens bathroom. The door slammed behind me and I picked myself off the ground and brushed off my already dirty clothes. I cracked open the door to see that the mass of students had dwindles down to only a couple of people.

I walked into my science class, only for the smell of cigars to hit my nose like a bomb.

The teacher was Mr. Bonnefoy, my cousin Francis's older brother. His full name was Louis Bonnefoy and from what I've heard, he doesn't like Francis at all.

When he had first been hired by the school, he had brought in five packs of cigarettes and complaints started rolling in from the students and parents. The school had warned him many times about his smoking habit, but he ignored them and smoked them anyways. Eventually, everyone got used to it and the complaints stopped.

"Take your seats and do whatever the hell you want. You could say it's a free day, so leave me the hell alone." He took a long drag from his cigar and kicked his feet up on the desk. So far we haven't really learned anything in this class since all Mr. Bonnefoy did was tell us to do whatever we wanted, but no one was complaining.

I reached into my backpack and dug out the paper I had drawn in my class with Kiku.

The paper had become a little wrinkled, but it was still in good condition compared to the other stuff in my backpack. I began shading it in more, since I didn't have any inspiration to draw something else.

The smell of cigars in the air grew thicker and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Everyone else had gotten used to the smell of cigarettes, but still hadn't; I had a really sensitive nose.

My other classmates were being extremely loud and I cringed when one of them let out a booming laugh right next to me.

"This class is so rowdy... Surely Mr. Bonnefoy will do something about now. He doesn't like it when we are too loud."

Right after I had thought that, Mr, Bonnefoy slammed his hands on his desk and screamed at us to shut the fuck up. All of us immediately went silent and he let out an irritated huff and plopped back down in his chair. I could've sworn that he looked at me and winked though... Whatever, probably just my eyes playing tricks on me.

The bell signaling the end of school rang and waved of kids crashed out of the classrooms trying to get out of the accursed building. I sat at my desk until everyone was gone and then I left. I didn't want to get pushed around in the crowd of kids again like I did during lunch. Especially since my fever seemed to be getting worse. I walked down the hallways gingerly since harsh moments made my rib hurt more than it already did.

"How am I even alive still?" I had always been pushed around by others and hurt almost constantly, a normal person would've been in the hospital at least by now.

There was one time when Alfred and I had lived in the orphanage and we decided to play toss with a rubber ball that we had found under my bed. The game wasn't exactly your normal game of toss though.

Afterwards, I had ended up with bruises decorating my chest and even one on my face. That was around the time Alfred still remembered and cared for me and he apologized a lot and forced me to eat painkillers for the pain.

I missed those day where Alfred and I were tighter to each other than super glue was to paper. We would always be there for each other and tried to make the other as happy as possible. Then of course, all of that crashed down when Sally and Jeremy came.

I still got hurt when they adopted us, but it wasn't because of Alfred's "clumsiness" anymore. But the thing that did change was Alfred and I's relationship with each other; our once tight bond loosened each day until it hung limp like a wet noodle.

I shook my head in an attempt to erase the negative thoughts in my mind and started walking in the direction of the art supply room.

"I just need to get some feelings off of my chest, that's all.", I reassured myself.

I pushed open the door and smelt the scent of paint that constantly filled the room. I threw my backpack into an empty corner of the room and pulled out a canvas, easel, and stool. I sat down at on the stool and held my head in my hands.

"Ugh... My head feels like it's about to explode..." My fingers combed through my hair and pulled at knots. I sighed and picked up a paintbrush from a flimsy plastic cup and held it up to the canvas. I brushed imaginary lines on the canvas and remembered my maple leaf drawing from earlier. I decided to just redraw that in more detail and color it in some more.

I picked up a pencil and sketched a drawing of the leave first and picked the paint brush back up and dipped it into a bottle of red-orange paint.

I was halfway done with my painting when an agonizing pain ripped through my skull and my hands flew up to my head. The paintbrush fell to the ground and I screamed in agony and squeezed my head. I heard the door opening and someone whom I didn't know rushed to my side. I lifted my head to see pale white skin, snow-like hair, and a pair of beautiful, ruby-red eyes.

That was the last thing I saw until the world faded to black.