I want to thank all my reviewers I love you.
I had written the last chapter while I was sick and made a mistake. the Pro's and Con's numbers got mixed up. Guess that's what happens when your drugged up on medication. You can't do math! Thank you reviewers who pointed this out and being nice about it.
Now onward! Compared to the last couple of chapters this one is longer.
Warnings- Alfred's POV in this chapter is emotional, cutting, angst.
I don't own Hetalia. Wish I did though.
Chapter 8: Not so heartwarming reunion
(Matthew's POV)
Gilbert had gone to talk to his friends on his laptop. Looking around I see a Prussian flag on the far wall, a small table next to the bed, and a long dresser. Various things were thrown about the room making it look as if a tornado ran through. On the bedside table was an I-pod. Curiosity got the best of me and I picked it up and sat in front of Gilbert's bed. I set Kumajirou next to me, put in the ear buds, and turned on the I-pod. Almost immediately I was met with the sound of Knife Called Lust by Hollywood Undead. But this was the Nightcore* version. I turned up the volume and closed my eyes this was one of my favorite songs.
Damn one more thing for the Pro's list.
Soon the song switched to Stupid MF by Mindless Self Indulgence, then to I'm Awesome by Spose. It figured that Gilbert would have the later on his I-pod. When that song finished I paused the music and decided to see if Gilbert was done chatting with his friends yet. I wasn't prepared when I opened my eyes.
When I opened them I was met with four stares. Not used to being looked at so much I did the logical thing. I yelped, grabbed Kuma, and hid on the other side of Gilbert's bed under the sheets.
(Gilbert's POV)
Birdie had opened his eyes and freaked out. Our stares must have surprised him, because he hid behind the bed. I couldn't help but laugh. Not at him being scared but the part of how he hid under the sheets.
Francis and Antonio were laughing too. Arthur was desperately trying not to, to (A/N Double negatives!) remain poised.
"Birdie." I said calming my laughing. "Ya okay you looked like you had a heart attack."
Matthew peeked his head up. He looked over the bed slightly, sheets still draped over him, and nodded, pulling his bear close.
"Hmmm so zis is Matthieu." Francis looked at the disheveled blond.
Matt nodded and looked at Antonio, Francis, and Arthur.
"Yay!" Antonio grinned.
"When we found out that Gilbert had a friend we couldn't believe it. He has no brain cells to even seem appealing to anyone, much less be his friend." Arthur commented.
"HEY!" I protested. "I'm vay awesomer und you're just jealous." I retort before turning to Birdie. "This is Francis, Antonio, und Arthur." I pointed to each of them. "They vere my friends back in New York. Well Arthur vasn't a best friend, but hung around."
Matt nodded in understanding. He then decided it fit to come from hiding and sat on my bed. The sheet was still on him, but he didn't take it off. Matthew sat his bear in his lap and buried his chin in the fur. All while looking at my computer screen.
"Vell I guess I can talk to you guys later." I say too the three in the computer. "Hey though do you know vhen the hamburger idiot is starting school here?" I ask.
"Ya, He is flying the entire way tonight and starting school tomorrow." Antonio supplied.
"Okay." And with that I closed the laptop.
I turned to face Matt who had continued to do what he was doing before, listening to my I-pod.
I decided to just leave him and take a nap. I sprawled myself onto the floor and drifted off.
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I woke up to a poking in my side.
Opening my eyes I come face to face with lavender eyes for the second time today. This time was different though... I had no bed to fall off of. I just ended up squeaking... AWESOMELY!
"Hey, vat time is it?" I sit up and look at the digital clock on my nightstand. It was already 8!
"It's eight." I look to Birdie.
He nods. I had been out for a long time.
Matt points to the door.
"You have to go?" I ask wondering if I got the signal right.
Matthew nods.
"Ok." I stand up and lead Birdie out. I watch him go. I turn and go to the kitchen where Feli left some pasta for me.
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(Matthew's POV)
I walk home and go inside my quiet house. It's almost never quiet. Wanting not to waste the quiet I climb up to the second story of the broken walls. I go into my 'bedroom' and pass out on the blanket, glad and peaceful due to a pain free day.
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But when there are goods the bads soon follow.
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(Gilbert's POV)
I had science in the morning with my bitch of a teacher. The good news was Alfred and I had the same first period. Alfred had to introduce himself, he was very over dramatic.
"YO! I'M THE HERO ALFRED F. JONES!" He yelled to the class before taking the empty seat beside me.
Of course the teacher wasn't happy about that. The pissy teacher walked up in front of the class to begin. "Well better than how Gilbert introduced himself to chemistry."
Alfred looked at me like 'you are definitely going to tell me what happened in chemistry'.
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Art passed quickly and we had another project to do, so I couldn't talk to Matt.
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My next class passed by and lunch came. I wanted to introduce Matt to Alfred. Alfred went and sat down with his lunch and I said I would bring over Matthew. I walked to the other side of the cafeteria to Birdie who sat in his usual spot in the far corner.
"Hey Birdie." I say when in range.
Matt looks up to me and gives me a confused look.
"I need to introduce you to someone." I gesture for him to follow me.
He followed or rather hid behind me as we walked passed a lot of the students. They had made a dumb ass decision to put my entire year into one lunch block and the place was crowded. Birdie didn't seem to like this and kept close.
When I reached the table Alfred was sitting at Matthew was still hiding behind me. I stepped out of the way for Alfred to see Matt.
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The first thing I saw on Alfred's face was confusion. Next recognition. Then shock.
"M-mattie." I looked at Alfred confused. Alfred never stuttered.
Matthew who had his head down and was looking at the floor had not even noticed I moved out of the way. At the sound of Alfred though his head snapped up. Matt's eyes widened. In a flash Matthew had ran out of the lunch room.
I looked at Alfred for answers. For once though the 'hero' was speechless.
Then a small sentence came past his lips. "That was my brother."
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(Alfred's POV)
When Gil stepped out of the way I had no idea who stood in front of me. At first. The too large jeans, giant red sweater, the bags under his eyes, dirty hair, dulled out purple eyes, masked expression, and the pale skin didn't click.
The maple leaf necklace, long curl, and stuffed bear did. No one but Matt had those things.
The only thing that passed my lips was: "M-mattie."
The boy in front of me looked up and in that same amount of time, had ran out. The look in his eyes told me he had known who I was.
The only thing I felt right now was guilt. Many people think I'm oblivious, they are right, but I knew my brother. Even if we only live with each other for two years as kids didn't mean I didn't know every detail about him.
Or so I thought.
The boy that had stood in front of me wasn't Matt. That was some kind of drained out walking corpse that used to be my brother. How could this have happened? The Mattie I knew smiled a lot, had bright eyes, laughed, and never gave up. Even when he watched his birth mom die in the hospital. When our birth dad and my birth mom were shot before our own eyes he stayed strong. Especially when our house burned and took all we had left, but each other and what we had on our backs. Those first nights in the orphanage I had lost all hope. I was hard to pretend to be alright, but Matt had calmed me down. I had stopped feeling bad and didn't have to pretend. I owed so much to Matt.
What had stood in front of me was a nightmare.
My loving brother had pushed everything aside to help me. He moved on for the time being to save me from myself. Now he stood, gone.
Matt had been broken, it was easy enough to tell if you had known him like me. I felt guilty because I knew what had happened, I had broken a very important promise and Matt paid for it.
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Alfred didn't know what his appearance had done to Matthew.
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(Matthew's POV)
Merde.
I ran the cool blade across the skin of my wrist. Little by little with every cut my worries faded. The webbing of the crimson ran down my skin. Washing the memories away. For now.
Why did this have to happen to me. He's back. I needed him and he shows up nine years too late. What did I ever do?
I'm crying right now. It was hard for me to write this. Especially Alfred's POV. Imma sorry if it was kinda sad.
I hope ya liked it. Please review.
*Nightcore- Nightcore is characterized by a sped-up melody (sometimes), fast rhythmic beat (usually), and ALWAYS higher than normal pitch. Almost all nightcore music are original songs nightcored (remixed into nightcore) by nightcore fans.
These are the songs that were mentioned:
The Knife Called Lust Nightcore version- watch?v=zeGs0uDFJ7k&list=FL2nphivyxk7wwJOuKjTjaSw&index=6&feature=plpp_video
Stupid MF- watch?v=QRgG_eA46dc&list=PLGwqBe8TqDu1hzHij0BQVj44Cb0 Cc6Q56&index=5&feature=plpp_video
I'm Awesome- watch?v=OR7Ul1EyyzI&list=FL2nphivyxk7wwJOuKjTjaSw&index=14&feature=plpp_video
Also I like this song called I Can't Stay Away nightcore- watch?v=KXFYJUQgFMg&feature=BFa&list=FL2nphivyxk7wwJOuKjTjaSw
Just paste the links into the address bar.
Translations:
Merde- (French) shit
