Author's Note

Mattie: Please don't hate me for not updating in a long time! I'm getting toward the end of the story...but I smell a sequel :3 And maybe a rating change? Let me know if you want this to change to M instead of T, if you catch my drift. But I really love that you all are reading my story let alone my little note it's like you give a shit and makes me happy. :')

Warning: Chapter contains sexy Spain. I am not responisble for blood loss via nose or need to change underwear.


Just By Chance Chapter Seven

Matthew was completely intoxicated by Gilbert. Everything about the albino male drew him in. His smell, his touch, and god that voice. Matthew stared out the window thinking about all these things. What exactly was it that he loved about Gil? Maybe it was that charming accent or striking green eyes…

Wait. Matthew sat up a bit straighter in his seat. He glanced around the room of students who were taking notes, or at least pretending while their teacher lectured. His eyes traveled around the room, looking for a familiar face. He couldn't find it in his class, or in his mind. But Gilbert had a hoarse voice and red eyes, not…

Who was he thinking of?


Arthur checked the bathroom stalls once, twice, and then again before turning to the pixy in front of him.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

The pixy gave him a flustered look before ranting at the poor, confused teenager.

"Well maybe you would know if you listened to me this morning! Or any time ever! You have barely even looked at us since you were in elementary school. And then they put you on all those meds that made you act up all the time. May I remind you that I, Fae, was only pixy that held faith and came to bust you out of the situations. How did my grateful wizard repay me? BY IGNORING ME AND PUTTING HIS HUMAN BOYFRIEND IN DANGER!"

"Wait," Arthur shouted surprising Fae, "What do you mean by wizard? How is Matthew in danger? And what does that Prussian bloke have to do with any of it?"

"Why should I tell you? You never listen anyway…" Fae lowered herself unto one of the fossetts and looked stubbornly away from Arthur.

Arthur faced the mirror, seeing Fae's reflection as well as his own. The pixy was facing the mirror with her legs crossed and arms folded. It was obvious that she was trying very hard not to look at him. He looked at her reflection, and whispered somberly, "Well, I'm listening now."


Matthew fidgeted restlessly before giving up and asking to use the bathroom. The teacher looked surprised at him, like he had just noticed the kid was there. He let him go all the same but looked over all the students and rechecking the attendance.

Matthew had gotten a tour of the school from…someone. Who showed him that the bathrooms in the senior hall were the best and usually empty. The tour guide also mentioned people smoking in the freshman bathrooms all the time. The Canadian scrunched up his face a bit. Not that he had anything against smoking; it just reminded him of Lars, who he hadn't exactly patched things up with yet. He had told someone about Lars….

He froze in thought. This was seriously not funny. He never forgot people, ever. Even if they did forgot him all the fucking time. He felt like he had been pushing through flog all morning. He hurried his steps and headed for the senior bathroom. Tears of frustration were brimming in his eyes. Matthew wasn't much of a crier either. What the hell was with him this morning? He shoved the bathroom door open and suddenly the fog cleared.


Arthur jumped when the bathroom door was slammed open. He turned and saw Matthew crying and looking more than a bit ruffled. "Matthew are you-"he tried to ask the poor boy if he was alright when the lad threw his arms around Arthur and crashed his lips into the Brit's.

Arthur was surprised, especially after what he saw this morning. He was feeling a little more than surprise though when he heard Matthew moan while desperately pressing himself closer. Arthur took over and snaked his arms around the younger boy, one through that damned soft hair and the other traveling down his back as Arthur pulled him in deeper. Arthur experimentally ran his tongue along Matthew's lip, whose mouth shot open with a sharp gasp. Arthur let his tongue go into Matthew's mouth and explore a bit. Matthew moaned again when the green eyed teen ran his tongue over his own. Arthur was lost a bit in pleasure when he felt a cruel cold tears still falling from Matthew's face. He broke the kiss, but pulled the Canadian into his arms.

Arthur whispered a bit breathlessly into Matthew's neck, "What's wrong, love?"

"I-I," Matthew stuttered, "I cheated on you! E-e-even if we weren't r-really official Gilbert k-kissed me and I liked it and I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me!" Matthew clutched Arthur tighter and sobbed. Arthur held him closely while petting his hair and shushing Matthew.

"It's alright love," he said. "Don't cry, you're forgiven." Fae raised an eyebrow at the two. Arthur looked at her coldly. "I'm sure we'll figure this all out soon."

"Can we just stay here?" Matthew asked softly. Arthur nodded, placing a small kiss on Matthew's forehead.

"Matthew love," he started with a small smile, pulling back to see his face, "Would you please be my boyfriend? For the sake of my sanity?" Matthew flushed at the affection in Arthur's face. But smiled and shot right back, "If it's for your mental health, how can I say no?" Matthew leaned forward and gave Arthur a quick chaste kiss before pulling back with a frown.

"I seriously don't know why I was all over that Gil guy though. The weird thing was that when he was around I completely forgot that we had even met." He gasped suddenly and covered his mouth, "That sounds so fucked up I-"

Arthur hushed him with a kiss. "I'll just have to give you something to remember me by then." The younger boy blushed furiously while Arthur smirked to himself.

They stayed about ten minutes longer. Ten minutes of hugs, kisses, and apologies before they realized they both still had class.


"Coach Vash is like, super weird." Alfred complained walking the track with the Bad Touch Trio. "He's like 'PARTICAPATE UNLESS YOU DON'T WANT TO THEN AT LEAST WALK THE TRACK!' I mean, what's the dude's issue?"

"Bro just can't decide." Gil stated with a shrug, humming under his breath.

"Ohonhonhonhonhon, reminds me someone I know." Francis cut in while smirking at his Prussian friend.

"Lol bro Antonio's not into you." Gil said with a wide smile, hitting a nerve in Francis.

The group turned to look at Antonio, who had decided to participate in the soccer game. He bent over heavily, placing his hands on his knees while panting desperately for breath. His entire body was dripping sweat. He pulled up the bottom of his gray PE shirt to wipe the perspiration of his face, exposing his well-toned tan abs. He stood straight again, and reached inside his shirt to pull out the rosary his boyfriend had given him earlier that day. He gingerly kissed the cross before dropping it back down his shirt.

"God damn he's sexy." Alfred said with a whistle. That was probably the smartest thing Gilbert and Francis ever heard him say.

"He is. But that's not the situation I was referring to. I was talking about your new toy, Alfred's brother Mathieu." Francis spat.

"Oh?" Gil questioned, "Cause last time I checked, his bro was totally into me. All up on my nuts and everything." He turned to high five Alfred, but even he seemed scandalized by that comment.

Gilbert paused, suddenly grabbing his head and swearing in German. His mind traveled to his new boyfriend, who he could clearly see making out with the British guy again. Pixies swarmed him with worry, while Alfred and Francis asked if he was alright.

"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled, "Fucking excellent." Love spells were hard to keep up with in the first place, but having someone break one hurts like a bitch. It didn't help that he had to watch while his Birddie got groped and sucked on without being able to do anything.

Alright Arthur Kirkland. You want a war? You've got a war. No one could defeat the power of Prussia.

No one.


Mattie: If you don't like Prussia anymore I'm sorry. :( But it's MapleTea for a reason. ;)