A/N: I really have no excuse
Actually, I kinda do?
I'm so incredibly super sorry! I've had so much homework in the last few weeks. I've been busy over the holidays, I'm starting my Duke of Edinburgh bronze award (don't even ask). Also Supernatural, my new RoyEd fanfiction (which I seriously regret uploading now) and homestuck have taken over my life more than they did. Writers block also struck me pretty hard.
But it was mostly tumblr.
I'm so so sorry! Please forgive me?
"Speaking"
'Signing'
'Thoughts'
Disclaimer: I own two seasons of supernatural and a packet of doritos but not Hetalia.
Music to My Ears chapter 12
Matthew Williams was worried.
Again.
Arthur had come bursting into his house (which, mind you, is about an hours walk from his house and forty minutes from school), ran up the stairs and locked himself in the bathroom. Matthew couldn't get him out, which was bad because a) he couldn't see what was wrong b)he had to go out in an hour and c) Alfred really needed to pee.
"Mattie!" The boy whined and Matthew seriously considered throwing himself out the nearest window. "I need to pee!"
"I know Alfred. It's not like you haven't said that ten million times already." The Canadian sighed.
"But Mattieeee! I really need to pee!"
"Alfred, please shut up!"
"Get Artie out of the toilet!"
"Alfred! Go pee in the garden!"
"Eww no! That's disgusting!"
"Arthur!" Matthew shouted, even though the Brit could not hear him. "Open this door right now!"
~oOo~
'Francis'
'I love you.'
'Why didn't you tell me?'
'Arthur!'
'I hate you!'
Tears pooling in green eyes. Surely his mum didn't mean it, right?
'You're nothing but a burden on this family!'
'Who do you think pays for all these hospital bills?' His father yelled.
'You stupid, useless, deaf retard!'
'Arthur you're such a faggot. Just go kill yourself already, it would do us all a favour.'
'Aye.' Alistor agreed. 'You're the reason why we're in this dump.'
'You're the reason mum goes out every night!' Mary shouted.
'You're the reason we can't buy proper food any more!' Liam yelled.
'It's not me! I swear, it's not my fault!' he cried.
'It is!' Everyone shouted. It's all your fault!'
'Arthur, do you need anything?'
'N-no, I'm fine thank you.'
'Are you sure? You look a bit down.'
'No Lukas, I'm fine.'
'Hey Art? You going to the band rehearsal tonight? You can still play, right?' Vladimir asked, grinning.
'Yeah, I can play, I think. I still know all the notes, you'll just have to correct me if I'm wrong.'
'God Art, can't you do anything right?'
'I'm trying my hardest!'
'You know what? I think we should get a new guitarist. Maybe one that isn't deaf.'
'No! Don't get rid of me! I can try harder, I can learn how to play again!'
'Forget it Arthur. You're just useless now.'
'Hey! Deaf faggot!' He was slammed into a wall. He felt pain, and he knew that a bruise would no doubt form that night. 'You're useless!'
'What did I do now?'
'Don't be sarky with me! You got my maths homework wrong. Again!'
'I'm sorry! I'm not good at maths!'
'Of course you're good at maths! You're in the top set, aren't you? You should be getting all this right!'
'I'm not perfect!'
'Of course you're not perfect. If you were then you wouldn't be deaf, would you? No, if anything, you're broken.'
'You're such a faggot!'
'To think you actually had a chance with him? You thought you had a chance with Mathias? God, you're so gay. Everyone knows he's straight.'
'And even if he was a faggot, he would never like you. You're so ugly!'
'I know! Just look at that face!'
'Those eyebrows!'
'God, just go die already!'
He looked up into those beautiful blue pools of blue.
'Get a life, faggot. I hate you. I have a girlfriend for fucks sake! What made you think that you actually had a chance with me?'
'I don't know, I-'
'Was it because we sit next to each other in Chemistry? Was it because I actually talked to you? Was it because you thought I gave a fuck? Well I don't. I was just trying to be polite. Go fuck yourself, gaylord.'
He had stalked off, running an elegant hand through that perfect hair.
'Mathias! Wait, I'm sorry!'
'Save it loser. Go kill yourself.'
He had broken down in the middle of the corridor, and everyone had laughed.
'I love you...'
Scars on a flawless wrist.
Scars on a flawless heart.
Imperfections.
That was all he was.
Imperfect.
Broken.
Gay.
Loser.
Burden.
Useless.
Retard.
Faggot.
Deaf.
~oOo~
Francis ran.
He ran and he ran and he ran.
He needed to find Arthur.
Arthur needed him.
He loved Arthur.
And Arthur needed him.
He didn't know where he was running to.
He was just running.
Running and running and running and running and running.
And he would never stop running.
Not until he found Arthur.
~oOo~
Matthew gave up.
"Arthur... I'm going out. Call me if you need anything."
With that, he made his way down the stairs.
"Mom, I'm going out!"
"Okay honey, don't come back too late!"
The Canadian left the house, pocketing his house keys. He unlocked his car, started the ignition and drove off.
Little did he know he'd left his phone lying on the coffee table.
Ten minutes into the drive, he saw a familiar figure sprinting down the road. Francis' hair was windswept, his school uniform was ruffled and he had a pained expression on his face.
Matthew stopped the car and almost ran into the Frenchman as he ran down the street.
"Watch where you're going!" The teen shouted, then stopped himself when he saw Matthew.
"Hello Francis." He greeted the blond teen with a curt nod.
"Bonjour Mathieu."
"Where are you running to?"
"I don't know."
"Are you... looking for someone?"
Francis looked downcast for a second and Matthew knew that he had got him.
"Arthur..." He eventually muttered.
The Canadian fixed him with a cold glare. Normally happy violet eyes met a tired blue.
"He's at mine." Francis almost set off running but the man stopped him.
"Look." He started. "If you mess this up, I will take it upon yourself to make your life miserable. Arthur is fragile, and needs to be handled with care. You if you break him... I swear to God I will end you. Have you got that?"
Francis gulped.
"I will. Look, I never meant for any of this to happen. I overreacted. He only told me he was... you know..."
"Deaf?" Matthew suggested.
"Yeah, deaf. He only told me he was deaf when I asked him to go out with me. I guess I didn't like the fact that he didn't trust me with such a huge secret. But I see now where I went wrong. It doesn't matter if he's deaf or not, and I'm sorry it took me so long to see that. I can see why he didn't tell me. I'm sorry, and I want to fix what I've broken."
"Good. Don't mess this up. My address is 10 Dew Road."
With that, Matthew stalked off back to his car and drove away, leaving Francis in the middle of the pavement.
He knew where that was.
Francis ran.
Again.
A/N: I hope that's satisfactory! I had a lot of fun writing Arthur's bit for some reason. Make what you will of that part.
Please review? It would really make me happy to see what you all think of this!
See you next water time!
