Warning: This is still kinda an intro chapter. It WILL get better than this, I promise! This story also contains boy/boy love..so don't like it? Well get out. I will only be using the countries' human names.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline.

Pairings: GilbertxMatthew (PrussiaxCanada) and ArthurxFrancis (EnglandxFrance)

Well enjoy ^^

"YOU GIT!"

As he walked into his house, Matthew was greeted by the sound of Arthur scolding Alfred. This was quite normal in their household. Arthur seems to loose his temper on a regular basis, were as Francis is the more patient parent. Arthur has even lost his temper with Matthew on a few occasions.

"HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT YOUR BROTHER AGAIN?!

Arthur's yelling was so intense that Matthew had to cover his ears.

Alfred, who was also covering his ears, frowned. "Jeez, I'm sorry, dad! Now could you turn it down a notch? It's not that big of a deal, okay?"

"IT'S NO BIG DEAL?! THANKS TO YOU, YOUR BROTHER HAD TO WALK HOME IN THE BLOODY RAIN!"

Matthew sighed and stepped into the room where Alfred and Arthur could see him, hoping that the sight of himself would get his father to cease his yelling.

And it did. Arthur stopped scolding Alfred and looked at his younger son.

"Dad, it's okay. I got a ride home," Matthew stated.

"Really?" Arthur inquired. Sad enough as it was, he knew that his youngest son was not the most popular of kids at Calgary high. Arthur had never heard Matthew talk about any of his friends before, so this new was sort of a surprise to him. "From who?"

"His name's Gilbert. He and his brother just moved here."

"Gilbert?! The Albino?!" Alfred yelled suddenly.

Matthew nodded. "Err..yeah."

"That guy's a total basta-"

Arthur glared. "-Alfred! Language!"

"Sorry…But he's a douche! He embarrassed me in front of the whole class today!"

Arthur sighed. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad." He knew how Alfred loved to exaggerate his stories.

"It was!" Alfred yelled back.

"Well…I thought he was really nice," mentioned the younger brother. Now Matthew was kind of curious to know how Gilbert had embarrassed Alfred so badly, but he didn't think this was the time to ask.

Arthur smiled. He was happy to hear Matthew talk about a new friend of his. "Well why don't you invite him over someti-"

"NO!"

"Be quiet you! I don't want to hear it! You are in big trouble for ditching your brother!"

"Bonjour, everyone! I'm home!" Francis called from the front door.

Matthew ran to his father to greet him. "Hi, dad! How was business today?"

"Busy as it ever is, *Matthieu." Francis looked up and studied Matthew. "Is that a new jacket?"

"Oh, I'm just borrowing it. This new kid lent it to me because I was soaked from the rain."

Arthur stepped into the room. "Al forgot to drive Matthew home again," he said.

"Again?"

Arthur nodded.

Francis frowned. "Alfred, I warned you that if this happened again, we would take your keys away."

"Wha-NO!" Alfred yelled. "I promise it won't happen again!"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "That's exactly what you said last time," he mumbled.

"I don't want to hear it, Alfred. Now you're going to have to walk just like your brother. Now hand over the keys."

"…Fine."

That night Matthew fell asleep with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait for science.

Matthew's day started out as normal as any other. He woke up, took a shower, got dressed into a simple t-shirt and jeans, brushed his hair and teeth, and ate breakfast which Francis had so nicely prepared for them. He usually makes the two brothers breakfast before he leaves for work in the morning. This morning he had made cheese omelets.

"This is one of the many good things about having a chef as a dad," Alfred had said with his mouth stuffed with omelet.

After breakfast, Alfred and Matthew left to walk to school together.

Matthew's first seven periods went by very slowly. First he had Math, then Gym, and then English, World History, French, Art, and Reading. Now he was making his way to Science class. He had been waiting for science all day. Matthew didn't really know why he was so excited for science. After all, it was his least favorite subject.

Maybe it was the fact that he finally had a new friend. Well, I wouldn't really call him a friend yet…I don't even know if he still remembers me or not.

He walked into the room and took a seat.

"Hi there, Matthew," he heard Gilbert say from the seat next to him.

Well I guess that answers my question, Matthew thought, smiling. The blond looked over at Gilbert and his smile quickly faded and was replaced with a frown while his eyes widened in surprise.

"Gilbert, what happened to your eye?!"

Gilbert's right eye was swollen underneath, and the skin had changed so it was a purplish color.

"Pfft, it's nothing," said Gilbert as he dismissively waved his hand.

"It's obviously something! You should go to the nurse or-"

"Hey…I'm fine. Don't worry."

Matthew sighed. Despite Gilbert's words, he was still very worried about his new friend, but he didn't want to intrude on business that was not his. "Well, um, if you say so."

Gilbert and Matthew left class together after the dismissal bell had ringed.

"So, you need a ride again today?" Gilbert asked.

"Yeah, if it's not a problem."

"Of course it's not a problem, Mattie!"

Matthew looked over at Gilbert. "Mattie?"

"Uh, yeah. You don't mind if I call you that right?"

"Hmm…Not if you don't mind if I call you Gil."

Gilbert chuckled and nodded. "Alright."

Matthew walked into his house. The ride home had been a lot more eventful than the last. A couple of blocks up from the school, Gilbert nearly avoided hitting a dog that had wondered onto the road. He was then scolded by Ludwig for reckless driving. Matthew had also found out what Gilbert had done that embarrassed Alfred so much.

"It wasn't that big of a deal," Gilbert had said. "I was just sitting in my chair with my feet out and he came along and tipped over me. It's not like I meant to do it."

"Alfred is known to exaggerate…He is also known to be quite clumsy."

Matthew and Gilbert chuckled.

"It's hard to believe that you two are related."

Matthew was now sitting on his bed doing homework. Alfred had come home about ten minutes after Matthew. He wasn't used to waling home, but Matthew thought that the exercise was good for him.

Matthew sighed and looked up from his homework. One of the few things that Alfred and Matthew had in common was that they both despised homework. Well…doesn't everyone?

As he looked up, Matthew caught a glimpse of a red article of clothing hanging in his closet.

Oh yeah, he thought. I forgot to return Gil his jacket…Well he did say that he lived at the Oak Street apartment complex, and that's only and few blocks away from here. Matthew glanced over at his clock. And it's only three thirty. I'll just walk it down to him now. It would give me an excuse to put off my homework for a while.

Matthew approached the old apartment complex. He saw Gilbert's car in the driveway of one of the apartments, so he figured that that was where they lived.

Matthew walked up the stairs leading to the front door. He knocked twice.

After a minute an unfamiliar person answered the door and Matthew was greeted with the strong smell of alcohol.

"U-um…Hello sir…Is Gilbert home?" Matthew said, stuttering slightly.

"Who the hell are you?" the stranger, who must be Gilbert's father, asked in a quite rude tone.

Gilbert, who was in the kitchen, heard Matthew's voice and rushed to the front door. "M-Mattie? What are you doing here?"

"Oh…I…um…" Matthew looked at Gilbert, then at Gilbert's father. "I came to get Gilbert. We have some…stuff to work on…school stuff."

Gilbert's father looked back at Gilbert. "…Well? Get going! Your girlfriend's waiting!"

"Hey!" Matthew started. "I'm no-" Gilbert clamped his hand over Matthew's mouth before he could finish and rushed him out the front door.

Gilbert closed the door behind them. "What are you doing here?"

"I…I just came to return your jacket."

Gilbert smiled slightly at hearing this. "Well thanks. And thanks for saving me back there. My old man is…err-"

"-He gave you that black eye didn't he?"

"…" Gilbert sighed. "He wasn't always like this…Thing changed after our mother died."

Matthew frowned. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Don't be."

"…Well would you like to come back to my house? Will Ludwig be okay on his own?"

Gilbert smiled again. "I'd love to, Mattie. Thanks. And Luddie's at work. By the time he gets home, our dad will be out cold, so he'll be fine."

Matthew nodded. "Alright. We could have dinner with my family at my dad's French restaurant."

"Awesome!...Waaait…French restaurant? Does that mean I'll have to eat snails?"

Matthew chuckled. "Not unless you want to, but they're actually not half bad. Oh, and I have a question for you."

"Yes?"

"Do I really look like a girl?"

*Matthieu: French for 'Matthew'...That seemed pretty obvious but I figured I'd put this anyway.

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