Sweet Symphony

Chapter 11

Disclaimer – I do not own Hetalia

It had been nearly a whole week and Matthew hadn't really brightened up. He talked a bit more but not as much as before. He still hadn't looked Mr. Jones in the eyes and also seemed to still be avoiding him. Mr. Jones of course had noticed; and Eliz had noticed his mild damper in mood. He had a right to know why Matt wouldn't interact with him anymore. All things considering they had been pretty close last school year and most of summer. Mr. Bonnefoy had the day off and would be picking Matthew up after practice. Knowing this Eliz thought it would be the perfect time to stop by Mr. Jones' office and well, have a little chat.

When you have something you want to do time never moves fast enough. Eliz was a living testimony to the statement; not that she wanted to be. She kept checking her phone for the time on water breaks only to be disappointed at the progression of time or lack thereof. TIME NEEDED TO MOVE. 'Nuff said.

After much sweat and repetitions of sets 8pm finally rolled its ass around. About time. The whole band (color guard included) was brought of field for announcements. The one day she had something she wanted to do after practice everybody and their mother had ridiculous trivial announcements. Time check? 8:05. Everyone was done talking, time to jet? Nope not quite still had to sing the school song and then the dismissal chant thing. When everything was said and done it was 11 minutes after 8. Again the one day Eliz had something to do band runs late.

Even though she really just wanted to barge into the band hall, corner Mr. Jones and talk to him, she opted to wait until Matthew left until she made her move. More waiting; great. To help pass the time she talked to Toris who was still putting up his saxophone. Their chat was idle nothing really all that important just discussing the days camp. Their conversation however didn't last all that long for soon he was dragged away from the parking lot by his feisty emerald eyed not-quite boyfriend, Feliks. When they left she was standing alone and took the time to scan the area for her Canadian friend. Left. Nope. Right. Nope. In view at all? Nope. Realizing Matthew was gone she quickly gathered her belongings and made a mad dash into the band hall.

She stopped right outside Mr. Jones' office and set down her belonging. Next she peered through the little window in the door to see if he was even there. Upon finding out he was indeed in his office it took every ounce of will power not to just parade in there. She knocked quick and meaningful. Mr. Jones saw her through the small rectangular window and ushered her in.

"What's up Eliz, can I do anything for ya?"

Eliz took her time in responding. She first had to think of a way to approach the subject. As she was thinking she sat herself down in one of the plush chairs residing in front of the director's desk. Mr. Jones followed suit realizing whatever the girl was going to say must really be bothering her. Once Mr. Jones was seated he directed his full attention to her resting his chin upon laced fingers. Even though he was a band director he was used to playing counselor and friend to his students. They locked eyes but that didn't last long, Eliz sighed, shifted her gaze, fidgeted with her hands for a moment before returning her vision to her teacher and beginning.

"First off I want to say that none of us blame you, not even Matt but I think you need to know exactly what's going on."

She went on to tell about why Matt became a recluse during the summer. She explained about the threats and pictures and haunting numbers on Matt's window. She explained that Gilbert had been stalking them both. She confirmed that Matt had indeed been beaten in the woods by the band's only albino member. She revealed all she knew about the recent situation and assured Mr. Jones that Matt didn't even blame him in the slightest. Throughout the whole conversation Mr. Jones' face kept sliding into an expression more somber. Gilbert had seriously bullied Mattie because of him? It really made him feel like, well to put it bluntly, like shit. Mattie was such a nice kid honestly. He had the manners of a gentleman and a personality that was just … perfect. How anyone could bring themselves to harm him was beyond Mr. Jones. I was depressing to say the least. Matthew Bonnefoy didn't deserve such treatment and absolutely not because Alfred had feelings for him that hadn't been confirmed to anyone other than himself. Wait. He wasn't even fooling anyone anymore Alfred knew he held inappropriate feelings for the teen and he knew almost everyone assumed him to. He knew it was sick, immoral, illegal, all of the above but you can't control the heart and he knew this all too well.

Eliz was long gone by this point but Mr. Jones hadn't stopped thinking over all the information she'd disclosed. How had things gotten so messed up? When had Gil stopped being his adorable almost baby brother? When had Matthew become such a huge draw in his romantic eye? Pray tell, when had things fallen to hell? Alfred was so confused, hurt and lovesick. He hated it. He was 27, a man, he shouldn't let such little things get to him and make him feel like a miserable angsting teenager all over again. He was past that phase in his life, but love can reduce all into needy children.

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Matthew was doing his best to stay strong. He was terrified that Gil would hurt him again thanks to Mr. Jones calling him into the office to talk privately. Even though Mr. Jones was partially at fault Matthew could never bring himself to blame the man. It wasn't his fault not really; no one knew Gilbert would be so extreme in his feelings for Mr. Jones, and no one had a clue that Gil would be such a violent type of jealous. No one could control what had happened and certainly not Mr. Jones. Matthew really did trust his teacher, he honestly wanted to tell him everything he was just afraid. He was afraid not only for himself but for Mr. Jones as well, who was to say Gil wouldn't attack him as well?

Matthew didn't know how things would play out, he just had to wait with baited breath and hope for the best for all of their sakes.

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Gilbert was planted in his bean bag his yellow bird in his hands. He absently rubbed the small bird's head while he stared off lost in thought. What was he to do? Beating the living crap out of Blondielocks and turning him into a literal pulp hadn't gotten him any attention from Jones. Oh no, it only increased his attention and concern to the little blonde he'd left sniveling alone in the woods. Gott ,what did he have to do to get some fucking attention here? He wasn't sure of his final but he knew until he figured something out things would go the way he wanted them to. He just needed time; he needed things to run smoothly until he figured out his super awesome master plan that would definitely top his last master plan aka: Bloody Up Matthew. Still for now he would let things move on, as if he was over the whole fiasco of a situation. The best suspense in his opinion is the kind where the victim is unaware, a false sense of security would be the perfect thing, and Gilbert was convinced that anything he did had an air of perfection because of him. Thing were just heating up.

A/N: Geez it's been forever! D: I really do apologize. So as it goes 2 weeks of junior year are over & it's hell. But I ordered my class ring and it will be GLORIOUS! Gilbert is plotting again C: That alone makes me so happy! As always reviews and ideas are needed now more than ever!