Hey guys! Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Colours!
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Yao and Bella had called for another meeting at the club but Alfred and Matthew missed it. That was the downside of sleeping pills. No matter how loud the alarm sounded, when on the drugs you didn't wake up. That didn't mean they were off the hook. Gilbert had texted him personally in place of the clubs leader and told them to get down to the hospital as soon as they could because they had found some way to wake up Feliciano. Well, that was the nice way of putting it—for all his grammatical mistakes he still swore like a sailor in his texts. So that's how the twins found themselves being driven to the hospital by their French father.

"Matheiu are you alright?" Francis questioned, seeing his son's daze in the rear view mirror. Matthew nodded, rubbing his eyes with his good hand.

"'M fine. Pills just need t'get outta m' system..." he mumbled, slapping his cheeks in an attempt to wake him up. He knew that he would be awake anyway to go to school but Francis had called both of them in sick. He seemed to understand how important waking up their friend was. Alfred looked back on his brother from the passengers sit and smirked.

"Ha! You sound like Uncle Ox!"

Matthew just groaned and pressed his head against the window beside him. "Shuddup. Y'try wearing this sweaty cast."

A chuckle escaped the French adult as Alfred pouted. "I'm glad you two are not fighting anymore."

Alfred looked ahead and crossed his arms. "I'm not sure about that."

Matthew sighed. "I'll make you some hamburgers."

Alfred nodded before his usual heroic smile graced his face. "'Kay, fight over."

Francis couldn't help but smile. Oh if only conflict resolutions could always be as simple as that. As if reading his mind the American turned to his French father and said, "So when are you and Dad gonna kiss and make up?"

Francis released a small sigh. Of course the kids would see that something was up, then again he and Arthur were pretty bad at hiding anything between them. "Things between your father and I are...Complicated."

Alfred rolled his eyes "C'mon, I'm only fifteen and I can see you guys are useless without each other."

"Well, you're only fifteen for a few more weeks. What do you want for your birthday?"

"Y'changing the subject..." Matthew mumbled in the back round, his head lulling to the side as he tried not to fall asleep again. Alfred nodded, obviously agreeing.

"Yeah, just come back already. Dad's drinking again."

"An' you're driving," Matthew contributed. "Everywhere."

Downside of giving twins, they always team up. Francis sighed again. He knew they weren't choosing sides but he wondered if they would be more on his if they knew Arthur had been hiding his ability from them for so long. Though knowing them they could probably be mad for a day then forgive him. Should he be doing the same?

And he wasn't driving that much, was he? Well sure he was driving from hotels back to his house then the restaurant then out of town just to drive around and then...

Okay. So maybe he was driving a lot more than usual.

He pulled into the hospital parking lot and bid his son's farewell, stopping their questions. He figured that this time he wouldn't follow after them. He would probably just get in the way.

"By the way, I want a new laptop," Alfred said just before he got out of the car. "I still hadn't gotten one since Dad ran mine over."

"Maybe if you didn't leave your computer there to begin with—"

"I was researching cars. There are cars in the garage." Alfred gave him a look like that was the most obvious thing in the world before he said goodbye and shut the door behind him. He nodded towards his groggy brother before they began towards the hospital.

"Hey Birdie! Idiot hero look alike!"

Matthew and Alfred looked over to see Gilbert waving them towards another car, several familiar people around him. He chuckled when he saw that Alfred had looked over. "Ha! I can't believe you looked at that, moron!"

Alfred narrowed his eyes at the laughing albino before the twins made their way over. "I don't get what you see in him," Alfred said to Matthew, causing him to turn a light pink.

"I don't get what you see in Yong Soo," Matthew retorted causing Alfred to turn light pink as well.

"Oh, so you heard about what happened at school, huh?"

Matthew blinked. "What? No. Why, what happened?"

"Uh..."

"Hello," Yao greeted once they got close enough. He was sitting on the front of his car, while a few select people from the recent meeting were standing around trying to get comfortable by leaning on the vehicle. "Okay, aru! It's time to discuss the plan!"

"The plan to wake up little Feliciano!" Ivan said in glee.

"Really?" Both Matthew and Alfred said in unison and the Chinese man nodded.

"T-That's great!" Matthew began, pausing to shuffle a yawn. "S-So, um, what do we do?"

With that question everyone gathered closer to the Asian to hear what he had to say.

"Okay, first things first," Yao began, his face serious. "I can't grantee that this plan with work. Understood, aru?"

It wasn't exactly the pick me up that the others were expecting at the start but nevertheless they agreed. Yao started to explain. It wasn't a practically difficult or flashy plan. In fact, as far as plans went, it was pretty stranded. Basically someone was going to cause some kind of distraction to make the doctors and nurses focus most of their attention on that. It wasn't necessary, but a precaution just in case something went wrong with Feliciano and someone ran in and stopped them halfway. Meanwhile, Lovino would use his ability to try and get his brother to wake up while Berwald would watch over Feliciano and make sure nothing went horribly wrong. Hopefully that would be enough to work. After he was done with the basics he pulled out a piece of paper and went on to assign roles to everyone.

"Michelle, Gilbert, you're going to be the distraction."

Michelle perked up and looked at the Prussian in shock. Gilbert smirked devilishly at the other and wiggled his fingers at her. Michelle groaned and her body slumped. "No! Not him! Can't it be Kaoru?"

Yao shook his head. "Sorry but no. Unless you want to burn Kaoru."

Michelle blinked. "What?"

Gilbert decided to cover this one. "Yep! Thought that would make you happy, Chelles. The distraction is you using your ability on me to heat me up and make it seem like I suddenly got some kind of flash fever or something. See how I think of you?"

Michelle blinked again, looking to dumbfounded to be amused. Matthew turned a worried eye towards the Prussian.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked before he turned Yao. "Isn't there another way?"

"Best way to distract doctors is some kind of medical mystery," Gilbert said. "Seriously, they'll be all over my ass."

Matthew still looked worried. Seeing this Alfred slapped his back causing the Canadian to shift forward a bit from the unexpected blow. "Don't worry Mattie! I'll be there! I'll help with the distraction too, act like I actually care for this red eyed weirdo or something."

"Love you too, future pretend brother," Gilbert said, giving a mock salute to the American and Alfred wouldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Cause we look alike," Alfred mumbled sarcastically and Gilbert shrugged.

"I'm an albino, I could pretend a black guys my brother and no one would know." That actually caused both males to laugh stupidly and Yao decided to carry on with his list.

"Ivan, if anything goes wrong with Feliciano I need you to stay by his room and 'distract' anyone who tries to come in, aru."

Ivan nodded. "Anything for you, comrade Yao."

The Chinese man opened his mouth to continue but paused to raise an eyebrow at the Russian. Then he looked back to the paper. "Matthew, you'll join Lovino with Feliciano."

Matthew blinked at Yao, hearing his name snapping him out of his half dazed state. "Eh? Why?"

"Abilities work better when we're calm, aru. Your job is to use your ability to keep Lovino calm."

Lovino and Matthew glanced at each other before Matthew nodded. "O-Okay," he answered, shuffling a yawn before rubbing his eyes. "I'll do my best."

Yao nodded before he folded up the paper and placed it in his pocket. "Any questions?"

Michelle raised her hand before she spoke. "Yeah, um, why did you ask Ravis for the weather for today?"

"The weather said there would be thunderstorms today. Thunder is very distracting," he answered curtly. "Anything else?" When no one say anything Yao slid off the hood of his car. "Okay. We'll start when Berwald gets here, aru."

Everyone agreed and they turned to each other to start talking. Gilbert looked to Michelle and smirked. "So how does it feel to be the temporary pretend girlfriend of the awesome me?"

Michelle crossed her arms and huffed at the other. "Just because I'm doing this doesn't mean I'll pretend to be your girlfriend! That's gross!"

"C'mon, to do this right I have to hold your hand~" he teased, wiggling his fingers at her again. "And then I'll know all your secrets~"

"Kaoru!" She cried and the Asian stepped in front of her before he flicked Gilbert's forehead.

"Ow! The hell?" Gilbert called, rubbing his forehead. "You put steroids in your fingers or something? Ow!"

A small smirk appeared on Kaoru's face before he grabbed onto the pouting girls wrist and lead her away. Gilbert mumbled something about small kids being surprisingly strong before he turned around and nearly walked into Matthew.

"Oh, hey Matt!" He greeted, still rubbing his forehead. Matthew just nodded back, shuffling another yawn. "Where's that idiot brother of yours?"

Matthew vaguely gestured behind him while he tried to fully bring himself back to reality. "He's talking to Ivan. Said something about...Getting to know my teacher er somethin'..."

He raised his right hand to rub his eyes and Gilbert frowned. "C'mon, even I'm awake by now!"

"Iznot that..." Matthew slurred, forcing a small sheepish smile. "Sorry, I just...Took some pills to sleep through the storm and there not gone yet..."

Gilbert paused before he made a noise as if remembering something. "Oh yeah. Forgot you didn't like storms."

Matthew blinked. "How did you..." He trailed off when the other rose an eyebrow at him. Oh, right. Abilities.

"Thought the storm started at like...Ten or something and its..." He paused to glance at his watch and Matthew stared at it in wonder. Who wore watches anymore? "Huh, ten now. Do those things really last twelve hours?"

The blond shook his head. "No...I guess this is what I get for mixing it with my pain medication..."

"You did what?"

Matthew froze. Oops, no one was supposed to know that. "I-It was an accident really. I didn't even realize I did it until after I took them."

Though Gilbert was still concerned. "Shit, Matt don't you know how dangerous that is?" Without thinking he tugged off a glove and placed the back of his hand on Matthews forehead. "How do you feel? Don't you collapse on me!"

Matthew grabbed onto his hand and pulled it away from his forehead. "I'm fine! Don't worry. I'm just a bit tired, but I'm sure it will wear off." Gilbert still didn't seemed convinced so he went on. "Uncle Ox will be there with me. I'm sure if anything goes wrong he'll help me."

Gilbert still looked a bit worried but he could do nothing but release a small sigh and ruffle his hair. "Well fine I—" He then realized that Matthew was still holding onto his bare hand and he quickly pulled it away before placing his glove back on. "Sorry..."

Matthew blinked, not really knowing what he was apologizing for. "Um, it's okay?" He said a bit unsure. There was a short awkward silence before Gilbert spoke.

"By the way..." He started with a smirk, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a red marker. "I hadn't signed your cast yet."

The Canadian looked down at his cast, which was mostly filled with crude drawings of superheroes and hamburgers thanks to his lovely brother. "Oh, well, I think I'm getting it off tomorrow actually..."

Gilbert shrugged. "Meh, I still wanta write something." He popped the cap off the marker and asked Matthew to raise his injured hand, which he did. "You should be grateful that the awesome me even remembered to do this for ya'!"

Matthew just rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face as he watched the Prussian write. He finished but had to pull away and look at his handiwork before he let the younger teen see it. Matthew looked and rose an eyebrow.

"I can't read it," he stated, turning his head this way and that to try and make sense of the scribbles. "Is that...German?"

"Most awesome language in the world," Gilbert said proudly. Matthew waited for him to tell him what it meant. He didn't.

"Um, what does it—"

"Sorry t'keep ya' waitin'."

Everyone turned to see Berwald in his scrubs. He nodded to everyone in greeting before he rested his eyes on Yao. "Ready?"

Yao nodded before he turned to everyone else, a smile on his face. "Let's perform a miracle, aru."

/ / / \ \ \

Matthew tapped his foot nervously as he glanced out the window. He, Yao, Lovino and Berwald were all in Feliciano's small room, waiting for some sort of signal before they started. They weren't in there for long but the waiting was seriously killing him. He decided to test his ability out on Lovino again.

"Stop toying with my emotions! We all know it works, dammit!" Lovino barked and Matthew looked away.

"Sorry," he quickly apologized before he glanced out the window again. What was taking them so long?

Berwald sighed before he glanced at the machines hooked up to the slumbering teen. Stable. Normal. "Didn't know ya' could control em'tions," he said absentmindedly, trying to start a conversation to pass the time.

Matthew shrugged, shuffling another yawn. Wake up Williams. Wake. Up. "I-It's changed a bit since then," he said with a small timid laugh.

"You have a history?" Yao asked, twirling his ponytail around his finger. He wasn't really curious, he was just bored.

"Yeah, um..." Matthew paused to shake his head. Dammit, wake up! "He's the first one I told about my ability..."

Commotion from outside brought everyone's attention to the window to see some nurses and doctors running past.

"Don't tell me to calm down! He's my frinkin' cousin!" Came Alfred's shout. He might have mixed up the story but he was still doing pretty well. More and more people were running past them as he went on. Even a security guard ran past. "Don't fucking touch me! You know who I am?"

Matthew had never been so proud of his twin's loud nature.

"Okay, aru. Time to get started!" Yao quickly reminded, and everyone's attention was back to the task at hand. "Lovino, you know what to do."

Lovino nodded, worry causing his brow to cease as he turned to his younger brother. "Spiacente," he whispered before he reached down and placed a hand on his bare skin. The sudden rapid beeping from the heart rate monitor caused him to quickly retract his hand. "What's happening?" He cried to Berwald.

"'E's goin' into shock," he answered calmly as he prepared a needle. Making sure there weren't any bubbles in it, he stuck it into one of the tubes attached to the Italian and released the liquid. Within moments his heart rate slowed and went back to normal again. "'E should be fine."

The other persons in the room released a sigh they didn't know they were holding. Lovino went to touch Feliciano again but hesitated. He looked towards Yao silently asking if it was alright. Yao glanced at his phone for the time and then over to Berwald for further approval. The large man nodded towards the older Italian and Lovino released another sigh. Slipping into the unused chair he reached into his shirt and pulled out a rather impressive looking cross necklace. He grabbed onto Feliciano's hand and enclosed it around the cross before placing both his own hands over his. Bringing his forehead against his hands he began to mumble something in his native tongue.

Remembering his own task Matthew slapped his cheeks in a vain attempt to bring himself out of his half asleep state before he focused on Lovino's colours. Thankfully his colours were just like Feliciano's, bright and contrasted nicely against each other. Finding his calm colour would be easy and...um...What colour was calm again? Crrraaappp, c'mon this should be easy! Calm, calm, calm, what was calming? Uh...Light blue! Light blue! That was it!

Slightly embarrassed over the temporary setback he quickly grabbed onto the colour and made it expand. The one thing he didn't like about his ability was that it was hard for him to see what was happening around him while he was concentrating on people's colours. Every time he tried it either became every hard to use his ability or he would lose concentration completely. He didn't want that to happen but he was curious about what was going on as well. He guessed all he could do was rely on his hearing to tell him what was up. All he could hear was beeping and Lovino whispering. That was good, right?

A suddenly drowsiness sweeping over him made him lose his grip on the colour. Grabbing onto it again he mentally cussed the pills he had taken. Dammit, there really couldn't have been a worse time for that storm to hit, seriously.

"Matthew, are you okay?" He heard Yao call from the sidelines.

Without breaking his concentration Matthew replied with, "M'fine." Though it made out a lot more slurred than he would have hoped for. What was wrong with him? He felt a hand on his shoulder but he still reused to break his concentration.

"Matthew maybe you should..." Yao trailed off and Matthew felt the hand slip off his shoulder. He briefly wondered why he had trailed off like that a—the colour was slipping. Getting a better grip he forced the light blue to overcome the other colours. Right, focus on this Matthew. This is how you're helping Feliciano.

Yao addressed him again, but his voice was more stein this time. "Matthew! Stop using your ability!"

Matthew quickly followed orders, but he really wished he didn't. Almost immediately after he did the room started to spin and his head began to unexpectedly throb. He grabbed onto his head and sewed his eyes shut, the brightness of the room doing nothing but further aggravating the ache. Stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall he slid down and wished for people to stop talking around him. Why did it suddenly sound like there were so many people in here? Why were they so loud?

He suddenly felt something probing against his legs and he opened his eyes just enough to see someone offering him what looked like a garbage can. What the? What would he need that fo—

Oh.

Quickly grabbing the bin he brought it between his legs before he buried his face in it and throw up whatever he had for breakfast that morning. What the hell! What was happening to him? He felt someone begin to rub soothing circles in his back and he angled himself to give them easier access. Sure he still felt like he had just stepped off a roller coaster but it still helped a bit.

"I'm sorry." He heard someone say before everything went black.

Translation:
Spiacente - Italian for Sorry (or least I think so, when I searched it a couple of ways to say sorry came up but I think that's the right one.)

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