GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!
Sunday.
It's Sunday.
But, guess what it means?!
I HAVE ANOTHER THREE DAYS TO POST NEW CHAPTERS!
LONG CHAPTERS - HERE WE COME!
Alright, I need to calm the fuck down…
So, if you looked at that last chapter, you saw that a few students changed their instruments.
So yeahhh...
I hope you have an awesome time reading this!
See ya' at the end!
"Can't you believe it?!" Alfred asked, his mouth curved into a Hollywood smile.
"I'm so proud of you, Alfred." Matthew said, smiling aswell, "You actually can get a date!"
"Pfft," Alfred punched him in the shoulder with the hand that wasn't occupied with the bookbag, shutting his locker door right after. "Shut up. You're just jealous."
Alfred stuck his tongue out like a preschooler.
"Puh-lease!" Matthew laughed, "You can go date the Russians as much as you want, but leave me out of it."
Alfred chuckled.
Matthew grabbed his bag out of his locker and shut it, too.
"Ah, remember when we couldn't even open our lockers?"
"You mean; remember when you couldn't open your locker and had to use mine? Heck yeah, I do. Prick."
"You love me."
"Nah." Matthew said, walking out into the crowded hall with Alfred behind him, "I just want you to think I do."
"Ha ha ha," Alfred sarcastically laughed, "Look at me, I'm dying of laughter."
"Shut up, dork."
They finally made it past everybody in the hall, opening the doors that led outside.
The air was crisp, beginning to thin and get colder.
A small breeze blew by, chilling Alfred.
"Dude, how come you never get cold?! Here I am, dressed head-to-freaking-toe in all this snow stuff and you're wearing shorts, of all things!"
"I'm not sure… Probably from Dad's side. You know how he is when it gets cold outside."
Alfred nodded.
There father was the type of person who would practically go swimming in a lake filled with ice if he wanted to.
"Guess I'm too much like Mom…"
Their mother got cold easily…
Very easily…
She was the reason why the thermostat had to stay at exactly seventy-eight degrees at all times otherwise she would get a cold.
"Hm…" Matthew pondered as they walked down the sidewalk.
"'Hm' what? You're doing that thing again… The thing I don't like you doing because you're plotting something."
"Nope, not plotting."
"Then what are you-"
"Imagine if you ever slept with Ivan… Honestly… That aura he always carries around him radiates a cold temperature… I can't help but laugh at the fact that if you were ever to cuddle with him, you'd probably catch a cold!" Matthew laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
"S-Shut up…" Alfred's cheeks turned pink at the thought of the idea.
...Ivan.
Sleeping with him…
Just imagining what was u-under his u-uniform…
Alfred's cheeks turned into a darker red and Mattie's laughter died down.
"You not getting a fever are you? You're as red as one of Antonio's tomatoes."
Matthew stopped in his track, Alfred doing the same.
He was about to put a hand to his brother's forehead, Alfred blocking it with his own.
"N-No! I'm fine, Mattie, really."
Matthew gave him a look, "Whatever you say. Just don't get me sick."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby bro." And with that, they kept walking down the sidewalk.
"Where did you say you guys were going on a date?"
"Well, it's more of a study date. And his house."
Matthew froze, "N-Not that I care, but… W-Will Natalya be there?"
Alfred shook his head, "No, Ivan said that she and Katyusha were going shopping."
"Good…" Matthew let out a breath of air he hadn't realised he'd been holding in, "I just don't want to find out my brother's dead because he decided to sleep with a Russian!"
"S-Shut up, you!"
"Bruder!" Gilbert yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he propped himself on his elbow.
The blonde could feel his elbow make a dip in his bed.
He could hear his brother's footsteps as he ran up the stairs like an elephant.
Ludwig's door slammed open to reveal Gilbert, as messy as ever.
His hair was all over the place, the vest of the school's uniform sliding off his shoulder along with the backpack, and he only had one shoe on.
The other was downstairs by the door.
"You didn't wait for me, arschloch!"
"Shut up! Vatter will hear you swearing, dummkopf!"
Gilbert rolled his eyes, fixing his backpack that rested on his shoulder.
"I told you I was staying after because of detention and to wait for me."
"I didn't want to." Ludwig said matter-of-factly, "I was busy."
Gilbert sighed, "I never thought I'd ask this, but, I need advice…"
"On what?" Ludwig asked, narrowing his eyes.
Gilbert usually didn't come to him for advice.
If it was something like needing a formula or anything of that matter for a prank (like that rocket he launched at the teacher from the football field all the way up to her classroom on the fourth floor in middle school), then yeah, Gilbert would come to him for that.
"I-I," Gilbert took in a deep breath, cheeks dusted a faint pink, "I-I need help on getting someone to notice that I like them."
Ludwigs blinked.
Did his brother just ask for love advice?
"U-Uh, N-Now's not the best time a-and I-I'm not the most romanti-"
"I-I know…"
"D-Did you try France?"
Gilbert nodded.
"I-I might have a book or two somewhere in my room."
Ludwig stood up, pushing the sheets that covered his legs onto the other side of the bed, covering what appeared to be pillows.
Gilbert blinked looking at his brother's other half, but decided not to question why his brother was wearing only boxers.
Heck, he did it sometimes too.
"H-Here," Ludwig said, pulling out a book and placing it in Gilbert's hands.
The book was an aged, wine red and had beautiful chipped golden letters that were written in big, bold letters.
A Fool's Guide To Love.
Gilbert smiled, fixing his bag from falling off his shoulder once again.
"Danke, bruder! I totally owe you one!"
"Y-Yeah, yeah." Ludwig waved his hand dismissively, tucking himself back in the bed. "Make sure you lock the door on the way out. I don't want to be disturbed while I sleep."
Gilbert nodded, "Unawesome homework keep you up late again?"
Ludwig nodded, "Y-Yeah…"
"Alright, bye!"
"B-Bye."
As soon as Ludwig heard the door lock and shut, he pulled the covers off the "pillows".
"Ve~! Luddy, it was hard to keep quiet!"
"Shh," Ludwig pressed a finger to the Italian's lips, pressing the brunette to the bed, "He's gone. Now we can have our fun."
(homagawd 0-0 there goes all the blood in ma nose)
~The Next Day~
"Alrighty, then!" An old woman said , clear, pink clipboard in hand.
She sounded different…
Australian?
The old woman had her brown and grey hair pinned high in a tight bun, she was wearing a blue dress with an even darker blue shawl over it.
Everyone was sitting on the chairs on the ramp of the music room, watching as she went to the whiteboard to write something.
In big letters, she wrote her name.
Ellen Clar. (another OOC I made)
"Good morning, Mrs. Clar." The class groaned in a monotone voice.
"Sadly, Mr. Erik cannot be here today due to… Circumstances…"
"What'd he do this time?" Lovino grumbled.
He was rather close with Mr. Erik, seeing as they both liked music and soccer/futbol.
"He pulled his back from trying to tend to his garden…" She scoffed. "Honestly, he's such a frail man. Never seen anyone like 'em."
She pulled the pen out of the clip thing on the clipboard.
"Calling attendance," Mrs. Clar said, beginning the roll call.
Once she was done, which took an abnormal amount of time since she couldn't pronounce half of the names properly.
"Today you all," She leaned a bit to look at the paper on the desk, "Have to practice on songs?"
The class 'Mhm'd and began to get up, getting into their groups.
(Such a well behaved class)
Mrs. Clar just went back to the laptop, doing whatever subs do.
"I can't believe you changed your instrument." Lovino huffed, "All because a few other were doing it, didn't mean you had to too."
"Ve~..." Feliciano said only a bit sulky, "But we're supposed to singing, too!"
"No we're not."
"Sí, we are!"
"No one said we had to."
"Awe," Francis cooed, waltzing down to them, "Is Lovi embarrassed about singing?"
Francis pinched Lovino's cheeks, "S-Shut up, you damned bastard! L-Let go!"
"Leave the poor lad alone, frog!"
"Arthur?" Francis turned around to see the fuming Brit, "Since when are you in this class?"
"I've been in this class, you ignorant arse!"
"Boys, language!" Mrs. Clar yelled, walking over to the phone.
"S-Sorry, Mrs. Clar…"
Francis chuckled, "Sorry, Arthur, I guess I just didn't see you. Who are you working with?"
"My three best friends. Me, myself, and I."
Francis blinked, "Aren't you supposed to have a partner?"
The blonde leaned in closer to the shorter, "Does no one want to work with you, mon cher? Maybe we can go over to my house tonight and work togeth-"
Arthur punched him in the stomach as Francis ran his hand over his clothed chest.
"I just don't like anyone in here. And the few people I can stand already have partners. I just asked Mr. Erik if I could work by myself, that's all."
"What song are you playing?"
"Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy. That American band."
"Hm, we're playing Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic! At The Disco."
Arthur looked to his two partners, watching as they fooled around together.
Antonio was drawing something on a paper and showing it to Gilbert who chuckled at every sketch the brown haired teen would make.
"I thought you were playing the French Horn, aren't you going to get it?"
Francis shook his head, "Non, we need drums for our song, and I just so happen to know how to play them. I learned back in my second year in middle school and quite first year here."
"Nice. I'm going back to my guitar. We still on for lunch?"
Francis nodded, "Oui, see you later, Arthur."
"You too, frog."
Arthur walked off, going back to the small room all the way in the back of the class.
It was a small, soundproof practice room that usually only freshman band members would go in to practice their instruments.
"So, Lovi!" Feliciano suddenly pounced on his brother's shoulders.
Lovino jumped and angrily turned around in the chair he was in.
"Che cosa?! Don't scare me like that, idiota! I could've hit you with my violin!"
"Mi dispiace, Lovi."
"Stop calling me 'Lovi'! All of you!"
"Okay, Lovi."
"God dammit Antonio!"
"Are you going to sing with me?" Feliciano asked, "Come on~!"
He began poking Lovino's cheek with the eraser bit of a mechanical pencil.
"Ve~! I changed my instrument so we could sing together!"
Lovino grumbled something incoherent.
"Please, Lovi? Please? Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, ple-"
Lovino slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting Feliciano off.
"F-Fine, I'll sing with you, you bastard."
Feliciano removed the hand that covered his mouth.
"Yay! Grazie, fratello!"
Feliciano hugged his brother, making Lovino blush and hold on to his arm.
"S-Shut up… Don't mention it."
"Awe~! Lovi looks like a tomato!" Antonio cooed, earning a glare from Lovino himself. "What song are you two playing?"
"Demons by Imagine Dragons." Feliciano said happily, letting go of Lovino and turning to his other two friends.
"What are you two going to sing?" He asked in curiousity.
"U-Uh, w-well…" Kiku stuttered, looking to the side.
"W-We were thinking about not doing one. We were going to take the second option."
"Wait, there's a second option, aru?!" Yao yelled from the other side of the room.
"You didn't know? I was going to ask you if you wanted to take the second option."
Yao gave Ivan the same exact look of a deer in headlights.
"I chose second option, aru!" Yao declared, "Wait… What is second option?"
"Writing an essay about American music history. It's on any decade of your choosing." Ludwig said.
"How did you find out, potato-breath?" Ludwig sighed at Lovino's rudeness, passing it off as his normal behaviour.
"I looked online on the school's website. It was on Mr. Erik's webpage."
"Well, then Yao and I chose second option." Ivan said, shifting in his seat to cross his legs.
"Same with me and Kiku." Ludwig said, "Anyone else chose option two?"
"Nah, me and Mattie are good!" Alfred put a thumbs up.
"Same with us, Luddy!"
"The Bad Touch Trio shall not disband!" Gilbert yelled, earning a shush from Mrs. Clar.
"Alright, I'll go tell Mrs. Clar that we should head down to the library." Ludwig stood, going up to the teacher.
In a matter of no time, four student were out the doors, leaving only eight to practice their songs.
"Mattie?"
Matthew turned to his twin who was plucking strings at his guitar.
"Yeah, Alfie?"
Alfred cringed at the nickname, "Stop calling me Alfie… I'm not ten."
"I'll stop calling you 'Alfie' when you stop calling me 'Mattie'."
"But, 'Mattie' is adorable!"
"I'm not a little boy! Anyway, what is it?"
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
"I-I…" Matthew turned his body to open the cover of the piano.
What did he want to be when he's older?
"I-I… I-I don't know, Al…"
"But you have to know! Next year we'll be seniors! And after that we start college!"
"I-I know, eh." Matthew stared at the black and white piano keys, "Let's just do a practice run really quick to make sure we have everything down. Then we'll move on to the lyrics. Okay?"
"'Kay."
Matthew pulled out a clear, blue folder from his backpack.
He opened it up, taking the first seven pieces of paper out."
The first four for him, the next three for Alfred.
"Alright," Alfred skimmed the notes, making sue everything was in order. "You ready, broseph?"
Matthew shuffled his papers, "Yep…!"
"Okay, on three." Alfred waited until his brother stopped shifting on the piano stool.
"One…" Alfred started.
"Two…" Matthew said, resting his hands on the piano keys.
"Three."
Alfred strummed the notes.
Matthew counted the measures inside his head, tapping his foot to the rhythm.
Alfred did the same.
Both of their feet were in sync.
Only a few moments later, Alfred placed the foot that was tapping to the rhythm on the foot drum.
The sound of the drum was matching perfectly to his guitar.
About forty measures later, they added piano.
(Yes, it's about forty. I counted)
Alfred hummed to the lyrics in his head.
He practiced them all night, as quietly as he could.
Soon enough, they finished.
It was perfect.
There was no need for anymore changes or anything.
The song was perfect.
"Try it with the lyrics this time 'round?"
Matthew turned his body around to look at his brother, "You betcha'."
It started off the same way.
Same rhythm.
Same tune.
Same everything.
But…
With voices.
To tell you the truth, I had no idea what to write in this chapter.
Soooo…
That's kind of the reason why it's a little crazy…
Right now, in the story, it is about the end of October on a Thursday.
The School dance is on November 14th.
You remember in the fourth chapter that Gilbert said something about a date with Matthew?
Ohonhonhon…
Guess what the next chapter will be.
Also!
I'm going to make a Halloween chapter sooo, soooo;
COMMENT WHAT COSTUMES YOU WANT TO SEE EVERYONE IN!
I'm off to go to sleep now.
Ciao, ciao, Lovelies~!
