AN: I'm a big huge sucker for PruCan apparently. Ho crap! Today is Gil's birthday (January 18th) apparently. -heart-
Warning: PruCan-ness, and France
He may just be at his second year here at this school, but already his name held special meaning. There wasn't anybody who didn't know who he was or who the 'Bad Friends Trio' were. From the moment he set foot into the school grounds, he looked to Francis and Antonio and said, "I'm going to become a legend here."
Nobody could miss Gilbert Beilschmidt even if they tried. His exotic last name, his infamous catchword, his bright crimson eyes, his shock of pale silver hair, and his mischievous smirk caused most people to flock to him in the first minute he set foot on the school grounds.
And if him being an albino wasn't enough, on April First, he wrote his name into the school's legends in permanent marker. He hacked into the school's website and transformed it into his blog. The school's website is still the albino's blog to this very day. He refused to hand it back and forced the school to set up a new website (they couldn't expel him, he was too much of an asset to the school).
And that's what made him this school's idol. Mathew Williams told himself. A nudge to the shoulder brought him out of his thoughts and to the moment at hand. A shy and sheepish smile gave way as the Canadian watched, through violet eyes, the school's star fumble around with his phone, trying to get a shot of them together. "Gil, do you need help?"
"No," Came the reply in a gruff manner as the German struggled to take a proper picture with his new phone. He twisted his hand into an odd angle and snapped a picture. Taking a look at the new picture, he let out a groan of frustration. "This phone is so not awesome." He deleted the picture. He tried again with a different angle. "Sheesh. Did that bear of yours have to use my phone as a chew toy?"
"I told you not to leave it there."
He shot the replier a quick glare before snapping a shot. "They said that the phone wouldn't be ready for pick up for another week." He took a look at the picture. He deleted it. "The photos aren't awesome, thus, this phone isn't awesome."
A small chuckle caused the blonde's shoulder to shake. "I wouldn't know, Gil. You're not letting me see them."
The corner of the silverette's lip twitched into a lightning quick… smirk? Sneer? Mathew couldn't tell for sure. "Well, yeah. You should see awesome photos, not these half-assed crap."
"I'm pretty sure they're better than what I can do."
"Yeah, probably, but these don't meet Prussian requirements. So you can't see them."
"Thanks for the self-confidence boast."
"You're welcome."
The two looked at each other, and it took quite a bit to suppress that flicker of surprise that came across the quiet boy when he saw that bizarre emotion that was floating around in those red eyes. It looked so out of place, but at the same time it just seemed to belong there.
He was snapped out of his daydream when Gilbert leaned just the slightest bit closer. He soon found that he was all too powerless to stop the faint burning of his cheeks, especially when Gil smiled.
"Where you entranced by my awesomeness?"
No response, just a more acute burning sensation that spread to his ears.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You were bound to be sooner or later." He murmured, leaning forward until their foreheads were almost touching…
And that was when Mathew 'accidently' uppercut Gil's chin. Friendship with a cocky albino is such a beautiful thing.
He was a freshman, and that was all he was. He wasn't special and there was nothing that helped him stand out amongst the other fishes. He was unnoticeable and overshadowed by his twin brother, who was older just by a bit. Nobody knew that Francis, another one of the school's idols, was the one who managed his upbringing for the most part. Nobody knew that Gilbert, the infamous Gilbert B., was his best friend. From the moment he set foot onto the school grounds, he looked down to Kumajiro and said, "My name is Mathew."
Nobody could notice Mathew Williams even if they looked at him for an hour. His common last name, his quiet demeanor, his dull violent eyes, his wavy blonde hair with the curl, and his arms that seemed to clutch at its owner desperately when they weren't holding Kumajiro, this caused him to blend into the background or get mistaken for Alfred, his brother.
Those few friends that he did have, they always forgot him or mistook him for his brother. Francis, the very man who raised him, would occasionally forget his name, but he wouldn't mistake him for Alfred. Alfred would sometimes forget his name too or not see him. Cuba has never been able to realize that the Canadian wasn't his American brother until Cuba has hit him at least once. Then all the others, they didn't even know he existed until something points him out.
I felt bad for him. That's why we were friends in the first place. Gilbert tries to tell himself as he's surfing through his old freshman scrapbook. The only pictures he could find were of him and Mattie, Mattie and him. There were a few of Gilbird and Kumajiro, but those were rare at best.
A finger points to the first picture (placed on the last page of the book) and his eyes track it back to its owner. There's a smile in his eyes at the look on his guest's face and he looks at the photo.
"Hey, that was the April First you hacked the school's website, right?"
"Yeah. That was an awesome day. It was also the day you came to my dorm with a bottle of maple syrup as a present."
"Ha ha, I remember. You were eating wurst and Kumahiro invited himself to your snack."
"Ha. Ha." Gilbert laughed in his sarcastic way as he rolled his eyes. "You still owe me a wurst by the way."
His shoulder bumped into the wall when Mathew nudged him a bit too hard. He didn't say anything, but smile. He's the only one who Mathew is even willing to stand up to, no matter how little the act of defiance is.
"I don't owe you anything. I helped you pay off all those panda plushies you bought."
Ouch. That hurt. He did not need to be reminded how easily he succumbed to those lifeless beady black eyes, the soft and fluffy texture of the cloth, or how squishy and fluffy the plushie was. It was not manly and thus it was not awesome.
A pale and slender finger pointed to another picture. "Hey, Gilbo." He winced, but he didn't show it. That nickname (no matter how endearing) just wasn't one of his favorites. "When was this picture? I don't remember you taking this one." Mathew said.
A smirk was present on his pale face before he even knew it was there. "That," He started. Taking Mathew's hand into his own, he removed it from the book and dropped it into the Canadian's lap. "You don't need to know." He closed the book.
Mattie just gave him an odd look, but he didn't say anything when he shoved the scrapbook back into the desk. Friendship with that unnoticeable Canadian was beautiful.
"Gilbert~!"
From where he sat propped up by the tree trunk, he could see the faint outline of a Frenchman skipping towards him. "Hey, Francis." He gave him a curt wave before setting about devouring the rest of the pancake lunch that Mathew made for him.
A wide and slightly lecherous (he can't help it, it's just what he face looks like) grin on his face and hands behind his back, Francis strolled up to where the German was seated. He invited himself to sit down next to the eating male.
"Mathieu made you lunch again today?"
The question was innocent enough, but knowing Francis quite well, the Prussian was on his guard. He shifted his position in the grass so that his body blocked the majority of his lunch from prying eyes. There was something of a mumbled, "Yes," as Gilbert scarfed down his food.
Undaunted by the hostile display of territorial hostility regarding the lunch, the Frenchman scooted closer, a lot closer than necessary. "So, how long has little Mathieu been making your lunch?"
Where's he going with that? Oh how he wished that Antonio was here to distract the pervert, but alas he was somewhere with Lovino during heaven-knows-what. "Maybe a month… or two." Or three…
"Mon Dieu!" He slapped his hand across his open mouth in feigned surprise. It didn't fool Gilbert for one moment.
"What?"
"Êtes-vous deux de sortir?"
"… English."
"… Nah. It's not important. There's no way you two are like that." He said coyly as he slowly turned away from the Prussian's searing gaze. A moving figure clad in a bright red hoodie caught his attention. It waved to him. He waved back.
"Bonjour, Mathieu!" He called out, a hand cupping his mouth as the other helped him get up.
His eyes narrowed into slits and that infamous grin of his was on his face. He jabbed his friend hard in the arm. "Ha. That's not going to wo—"
"Bonjour, Francis!" Came the faraway voice of Mathew attracting the attention of said man and a Prussian's.
Francis watched in blatant amusement at the different and conflicting emotions that seemed to fight for dominance in Gilbert's two crimson eyes. He had to cover his mouth in case a chuckle escaped when Gilbert just resorted to shoving the rest of his lunch into his mouth.
It wasn't long until Mathew was within grasp so that was why Francis grabbed hold of the younger one's hand and placed a kiss onto it. He didn't miss the look of utter annoyance that was on the silverette's face.
Five minutes of mindless chitchat passed before Francis decided to excuse himself. Pushing back some more of his blonde hair to their rightful place behind his ear, he said pleasant goodbyes and walked over to give Mathew a hug. He then strolled over to where Gilbert stayed seated and squatted down.
"Bye."
"Goodbye, Gilbert. And just a word of advice…" He made a great deal of checking left and right to make sure nobody was listening before leaning forward and softening his voice.
"I advice you to find out how you feel about my little Mathieu, okay?" Smile on face, he ruffled up white hair before getting up. "Au revoir!" He stated quickly, right before Gilbert could say anything. Francis gave Mathew a smile before leaving.
There was no doubt about it. Those two were like flowers. They could grow on their own, but they might not grow in the proper way. So that's why you have the gardener. Now, guess who the gardener is…
Translations:
1) Mon Dieu - My God in French
2) Êtes-vous deux de sortir? - Are you two going out in French
3) Bonjour, Au revoir - Hello in French, Good bye in French
Random:
1) I noticed that I've been spelling Mathew's name differently from how it's actually spelled. 8D;; The 'official' spelling is with two 'T's, but I only spell it with one.
Responses:
Sightlines: XD Thank you~ Thank you~ Did you notice that in most PruCan fics, the relationship officially starts with Gil breaking into Mattie's house?
