Gilbert POV:
I don't remember when I feel asleep, but I woke up in my bed with Gilbird snoozing on my head. I sat up groaning thus waking Gilbird up. He gave me a small peck on the head and flew off to sleep on a pillow. I stretched my arms behind my back and glanced out the window to see moonlight peeking in through the shades. I looked around my room to see the silhouettes of all my furniture. I blindly waved my arms in the darkness trying to find my bedside lamp and grinned when my hand hit its thin shade. I clicked it on and blinked rapidly while my eyes came used to the light.
I got up out of bed and went downstairs to go ahead and check up on Matthew. The stairs groaned with age when I walked on them and I tried to make my steps lighter so I wouldn't wake anyone up. I sighed when I reached the bottom of the steps and released the tension in my body that I hadn't realized was there.
I let out a yawn and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the draws for a washcloth or towel to switch out with my gym shirt on Matthew's forehead. I found a grey washcloth buried underneath bottles of dish soap and held it under the faucet. I rinsed it out to where it wasn't dripping and walked back over to the couch.
I kneeled on the ground to switch out the shirt with the towel and noticed that Birdie's breathing sounded purposely slowed down for one reason. I ignored it and picked up the shirt when I noticed that it looked like it was being squeezed recently.
My suspicion was rising slowly and I took in other details that only my sharp eye could see. I could see his eyes moving under his eyelids and I realized that he was actually awake.
I wanted to facepalm myself for not realizing it since it was pretty obvious. The kid was a really bad actor.
I let out and amused coo and a smile that rivaled cheshire cat's on my face. "I know that you're awake Birdie. Or should I call you Matthew?" His body stiffened and my smile, if possible, grew wider than before. He slowly opened one of his eyelids and I my breath was again taken by the beauty of his eyes.
An awkward silence rang through the air begging to be broken by anything. I cleared my throat and stuck out my hand just to get rid of the awful quietude that hung in the air.
"You and I have never officially met before, but my name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. I'm in your art class and that's pretty much it. I already know who you are though.", I said with a wink that made him blush a light pink. Knowing that his cover had been blown, Matthew sat up and shook my hand tentatively.
"Matthew Williams...", he said in a voice barely louder than a whisper and I had to strain my ears to hear him properly.
I chuckled lightly. "I already said that I knew your name, but now I know your last name." Matthew shrank down and mumbled an almost not audible sorry.
"You didn't have to apologize! That's unawesome! Are you going to hold my hand forever by the way?", I asked looked down to our combined hands. Matthew's face turned a couple more shades of red and quickly pulled his hand away while mumbling another apology.
"Jeez, do you apologize for everything?", I asked jokingly. He mumbled yet again another apology and my eyebrow twitched in slight irritation.
"Cut that out. No more apologizing, okay? You have nothing to apologize for." It sounded like he was going to say sorry again, but stopped himself just on time. The awkward silence returned to my dismay and we sat there uncomfortably glancing from the ground to each other for what seemed like hours until he finally broke the ice.
"W-What am I-I d-doing here e-exactly?", he asked stumbling over his words while playing with the ends of his sleeves. He looked up while keeping his head down giving his a sad puppy dog look that could make the toughest man surrender in battle.
His adorable face made his sentence take longer than it should've to process through my brain and I snapped when it finally did. "Oh! I, uh, was walking past the art room when I glanced through the little window on the door and saw you lying there. I didn't know where you lived or anything so I just brought you back here.", I said in a pitch higher than my normal voice. I let out a nervous laugh and Matthew gave me a skeptical look.
"How do you know my name then?", he asked already knowing that I was lying. He crossed his arms and tried to give me a stern look that a scolding mother would give her child, but ultimately failed at it.
"I... Uh... Saw a paper in your backpack with your name on it?"
"Is that and answer, or a question?"
"Darn my inability to lie!", I mentally cursed. At first I thought that he had no backbone to him, but apparently I was proved wrong. He had at least a little bit of spunk in him.
"Well? Are you going to answer my question?"
Knowing that he could see right through me, I decided to come clean and told him the whole story of seeing his painting and seeing him art class. He gave me a weirded out look when I said I tried to find him in the school, but then again, who wouldn't be creeped out?
"S-So, you saw my painting?", he mumbled obviously not for me to hear, but I answered it anyways.
"Yea! It was really awesome! Like, almost my level of awesome!" He blushed from the praise and muttered quietly that it wasn't that good.
"No, seriously, they were awesome. Don't try and argue with me that they aren't." He looked up from his lap and nodded his head.
"Thank you. For everything. I probably would still be on the floor at school if it wasn't for you.", he said with a small smile. He finally lifted his head and it was illuminated by the moonlight from out side. It showed every curve and angle on his face making him look even more angelic.
"It was no problem. Anyone would do it."
He shook his head. "Not likely. Most wouldn't even see me there."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I don't know why or how, but for some reason I'm invisible to others except you for some reason. Even my parents forget I'm in the room sometimes." He started playing with the ends of his sleeves again and I could see that he wasn't comfortable with this topic; so I decided to change it.
"Since I know that we are not going to sleep anytime soon, wanna play on my Xbox?"
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I threw my controller on the ground for the sixth time and groaned in frustration.
"Gott verdammt, Birdie! How the fuck are you so good at this shit! Are you sure you have never played before!?", I whisper screamed at him trying to keep my voice down so I wouldn't wake up my brother.
We had picked Call of Duty because that was the only game that I could find and started to play that for any source of entertainment. Birdie was tense at first, but he started to warm up to me after we started conversing. Or at least after I went upstairs to put some clothes on instead of just walking around in my underwear.
He should've been more comfortable around my sexy awesomeness without a shirt... Or pants... Alright, I would've been uncomfortable too.
He laughed at me and my frustration went away almost immediately. His laugh was like the chirping of baby birds and soothed me. But then I remembered we were playing a shooting game and this was no time to be thinking about baby birdies (even though they are cute).
I picked back up my controller and started playing the game again when another person shot me not even thirty seconds later.
"Gott verdammt!", I screamed again, this time not bothering to lower my voice. I flung my hands up in the air and the controller went flying behind the couch. "Fuck this shit, I'm just going to watch you play instead."
"You're going to break that controller if you keep throwing it everywhere.", Matthew said not even looking away from the screen.
"Oh, please. These things are ancient and I have rage quits all the time. They aren't breaking anytime soon.", I said with amusement in my voice. I watched Birdie play the game and didn't notice that I was smiling the whole time. I laughed my ass off when he got killed by another player though. He has one of those adorable tempers that not many people have.
The sun started to rise and rays of sun shone through the window setting a glare on the TV screen. Matthew finally put down the controller and I saw that his cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat were on his forehead. He was like this when I found him in the art supply room...
"W-We should get ready for school... Do you have any extra clothes I could borro-" He was cut off when he tried to stand up off the couch and fell to the ground. I tried to give him a hand to help him up, but he raised his hand to me in protest saying that he could do it himself.
"I-I'm fine... My legs are just asleep.", He tried pushing himself onto his feet again to only fall to his knees again. Even that small task took the breath out of Matthew and his breathing came out ragged like he had been running for hours.
I quickly lifted him back onto the couch again and picked up the wet rag he had discarded when he was playing games. I lifted his hair being careful not to touch the weird curl he had and put the rag onto his head. He let out a small sigh of comfort but a fit of coughs cut it short. I got a glass of water from the kitchen and he took it gratefully and took long, greedy gulps.
"Judging by what happened, you are not coming to school no matter how much you want to.", I said in a strict tone to show that my mind wasn't going to change.
He looked up at me with the most heart-shattering puppy eyes. "No, I need to go! My parents will get mad at me if I don't..." He let out a gasp. "My parents! I didn't tell them I was over here! They're probably freaking out right now! I need to call them!"
I picked up the house phone from the kitchen and handed it to Matthew. He fumbled with it and quickly entered what I guessed was his parent's phone number. I heard the phone ring and he put the phone up to his ear while tapping his foot impatiently.
"Hello?", said a female voice from the phone.
"Hi mom, this is Matthew. I'm sorry about not coming home last night, but I... Uh... Went home with a friend and forgot to tell you.", he said waiting for yelling to come.
"Who is this? I don't know anyone named Matthew. I think you have the wrong number, good-bye!" There was a click and the dial tone rang. Matthew sat up on the couch frozen with his mouth agape and his eyes widened in shock. His hand started to shake and he slowly closed his mouth only to open it again. Tears started to form in his eyes and the phone dropped to the ground with a quiet thump. He held his hand in front of his face as if making sure they were still there and a tear escaped the corner of his eye.
"T-T-They f-forgot about me...", he said as the tear fell of his chin onto his lap. His whole body started to shake and more tears raced down his cheeks. He started mumbling incoherent words and started clutching his head and pulled his knees to his chest.
Not knowing what to do, I sat down on the couch and pulled him into a hug stroking my hands through his hair making him take his hands out of it. I don't know if it was just because of the need of comfort or something else, but he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug and started sobbing into my chest.
"T-They forgot about me... T-They don't care about me... I shouldn't have been born. I shouldn't have been-" I cut him off by pulling him closer muffling his mouth with my shirt. A sob racked his body and he wet my shirt with his tears. I ran my hands through his hair again until the last of his shakes were gone and the sun was up all the way by that time.
The warmth of Matthew's forehead penetrated through my shirt and made me frown in concern. The rag had fallen off again when Matthew was fumbling with the phone trying to call his parents. I wanted to reach down to the ground where it dropped, but knew by the slower breathing from Birdie that he was asleep. I didn't want to disturb him, so I stayed perfectly still.
I heard my brother coming down the steps and turned to see him at the bottom of the staircase already dressed for school. I put my fingers to my mouth and pointed to Birdie. He nodded understanding to be quiet and mouthed the words 'why aren't you dressed?'
'I'm going to stay here with Birdie and take care of him. He is still really sick.' I mouthed back. He nodded his head again and picked up his bag near the door and waved good-bye. The door closed with a slam and I cursed the stupid door for being so old. Matthew stirred in his sleep and let out a groan.
His violet eyes snapped open and he sat up. His face was still pinkish from his fever and I frowned again.
"You should lay down Birdie. Your unawesome fever is high again and you need some more rest. And we are still not going to school, hear me?", I said in a motherly tone and was relieved when Matthew let out a giggle. At least he still had enough strength to laugh.
"Okay, mother.", he said with a smirk. I wet the rag again and placed it on his forehead, hopefully for the last time. He quickly dozed off and I sat on the couch beside his head and played with his hair with a gentle smile on my face.
"He looks like an angel... Wait, what am I thinking?!"
Sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days, but I got distracted by Black Butler and other fanfics.
The only time Hetalia will belong to me is when tomatoes take over the world and their king is a potato. In other words, never.
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