Chapter two
Name: Matthew Williams
Location: In school, calling parents and waiting for Gilbert to show up so we can...go home together with our baby.
Status: ...HELP ME.
Telling his parents where he was going to be after school wasn't going to be easy. Matthew knew his papa had a habit of immediately assuming that Matthew was 'involved' with whoever his son told him about, boy or girl. Matthew's dad did the complete opposite and was overprotective, event though the Englishman constantly mistook him for Alfred.
Matthew waited for someone to pick up on the other line, kicking at the school's linoleum tiles absently with the toe of his sneakers. Gilbert was in the classroom at the end of the hall, picking up their 'baby,' and Matthew had taken the opportunity to tell his parents.
"Mon petite Matthieu?" came a smooth voice of Francis.
"Papa!" Matthew exclaimed in slight surprise. He'd been sure that Arther would be the one to pick up, but he supposed Francis was easier to deal with.
"You called at a bad time, cher," Francis chuckled, sounding like he did whenever he got caught in one of his perverted escapades. Matthew fearfully hoped that this wasn't the case...
"Bloody hell!" he heard someone yell in the background. "Who answers the phone in the middle of-"
Matthew blushed in mortification, his imagination getting the best of him and feeding his brain unnecessary images of what could be going on. "I-I'm sorry-"
"Non, non, what is it?" Francis cut in. "It's your son, Arthur, be patient."
"Tell Alfred that no one wants those greasy globs of fat that he insists upon calling 'food,' " Arthur said irately, loud enough for Matthew to hear.
There was some scuffling, and Matthew heard Francis tell Arthur, "It's your other son, Matthieu. Not Alfred."
"Papa," Matthew saw Gilbert start to emerge from the classroom with Ludwig and Feliciano. "I'm going over to a friend's house to work on a project, and I think it's going to take a while." He eyed the robotic baby in Gilbert's hand. Yes. A long while. "So I'll most likely be missing dinner-"
"A friend?" Francis inquired, and Matthew could just see his papa's smirking face. "What-"
"OkayIloveyoutoobye!" Matthew said quickly, his words tumbling out fast. He hung up, doubting that Francis caught what he'd said, then remembering what he and Arthur had been probably doing before he called and figured that he wouldn't really care.
"What's up, Birdie?" Gilbert said cheerfully, reaching the Canadian and slinging an arm around his shoulder. "I got our kid." He raised the doll up proudly.
Matthew frowned, trying to glare to make up for the pink hue in his cheeks and failing. "D-don't say it like that."
Gilbert tilted his head to the side. "Like what?" he questioned. The second after, he seemed to forget that Matthew said anything at all. He turned to Ludwig and Feliciano and said, "Okay, you two, this is Matthew, my wife."
"I'm not your wife," Matthew scoffed flippantly. He slapped Gilbert's arm, hard, causing the baby to fall down to the floor. "Look what you did," he said to the albino, picking up the doll and rocking it back and forth to soothe its cries.
"You hit me!" Gilbert protested.
Matthew muttered something darkly in French before turning to Gilbert and saying deliberately slowly, "Look. I didn't ask to be your partner. I was just fine sitting there until someone decent asked me to be partners until you came along."
"Actually, it was more of that other blond's fault," Gilbert said in mock thoughtfulness. "Is he your brother? Anyway, a thank you would suffice. After all, it's not like anyone would have probably come up to you. My awesomeness saved you from embarrassment, honey."
At that, Matthew opened his mouth to retort. Then he remembered that Ludwig and Feliciano were still here, the former looking between Matthew and Gilbert with much bemusement. "I'm not his wife," Matthew said weakly.
Ludwig shook his head. "You two might as well be," he muttered, and sighed. "You are going home with us, Matthew?" he asked.
"I hope so! I wish to spend more time with Mateo, ve!" Feliciano piped up, looping his arm with Ludwig happily. "It's so nice to make new friends."
Matthew coughed. "I was in all of your classes last year, Feli," he said to the Italian.
Feliciano looked confused. Ludwig sighed and muttered something in German before saying, "He probably does not remember. Scarcely anything gets through his head and actually sticks."
"Ve!"
"Hello?" Gilbert cut in, sounding irritated. He waved a hand. "We're all walking towards the car now..." He made wild motions towards the exit of the school. "That's your cue! Start walking!"
Matthew rolled his eyes but started walking anyway, still holding the baby doll(he noted with a small snicker that it was even wearing a fake diaper). He'd never wished more for Alfred and his hero complex to come swooping in to save his ass.
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Location: In my awesome car
Name: Ludwig Beilschmidt
Status: It's my car.
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Status: Oh, shut up
The Escalade was sleek and black and it was Gilbert's prized possession, even though it was technically his (younger)brother's. Hey, it wasn't his fault that Mom and Dad never trusted him behind the wheel!
"Ladies first," Gilbert said sweetly, opening one of the passenger doors and bowing before Matthew.
Matthew hit him condescendingly on the head with the doll and climbed in. "I'm still not your wife," he said, patting the baby a few times on its back to stop its crying.
"Well, shit," Gilbert said in contempt, clambering in after the blond. "Does this mean our kid's a bastard?"
"You are taking this far too seriously," Matthew muttered under his breath. At Gilbert's, "We still need to give it a name!" he added, "I rest my case."
From the shotgun seat, Feliciano decided to join in their conversation. "Gilbert's right, Mateo," he said, nodding. "You should give your baby a name! Luddy and I've already decided that we'd name ours Johnny."
"Why does everyone call me that?" Ludwig asked as he maneuvered the car out of the school's parking lot. "I have a real - Hey! We didn't agree on... What kind of a name is Johnny anyway?"
Gilbert snickered. "Aw, is Luddy blushing?" He reached through the sides of the driver's seat and hugged his younger brother from behind.
"Gilbert!" Ludwig roared. "I'm driving! Hands off when I'm driving!"
"But Ludwig," Matthew could hear the pout in Feliciano's voice, "you didn't complain when I did it!"
Matthew couldn't help himself; he laughed as well, even though Ludwig's face was as red as a tomato and the German was probably feeling very miserable. Well, Matthew thought, glancing at a guffawing Gilbert, anyone would be if they were related to him.
"So, birdie." And then Gilbert was leaning very close to him and Matthew squeaked in surprise. Gilbert grinned, showing teeth. "Let's pick a name." His arm snaked around Matthew's waist and Matthew thought that he was going to hug him, but Gilbert only held up the baby doll to his face. Oh, he was doing that.
"Y-you can pick," Matthew stammered, wondering two things at this point:
1) Could Ludwig and Feliciano see them? (And if they could, why weren't they stopping it!)
2) Why wasn't Gilbert moving away already?
"Aw, but I want it to be a name we both like," Gilbert said, smirking, and Matthew was aware that there was a hand currently creeping up his shirt.
"Yori!" Matthew nearly shouted, voice sounding near hysteria. He slapped Gilbert's hand away and attempted to knee him in the groin for good measure, but the albino was already too far away. "Let's name the baby Yori."
"Yori?" Gilbert repeated. "That sounds...foreign."
Matthew managed a nod. "It's Japanese," he said, pulling out all of the information from a Japanese after-school activity he'd taken. "It means trust." Something that they clearly lacked... I wonder if it's the norm for him to be this perverted to people he just met, Matthew thought as he examined Gilbert's reaction.
"Hm." Gilbert looked down at the baby, touching one of its fingers absently.
Ludwig's eyes flashed to the rear-view mirror at the sudden silence. "Everything okay back there?" he asked gruffly.
"Yori," Gilbert said, trying the name out. "It sounds girly, but the awesome me likes its meaning."
Matthew nodded jerkily. At least that was now done and over with. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses.
"So." Suddenly, Gilbert was in his personal space and grinning again and this time the hand was resting lazily on the Canadian's waist. "Let's decide what gender it is."
Name: Matthew Williams
Status: Seriously, someone help me
Name: Alfred F. Jones
Status: You okay, bro?
Name: Matthew Williams
Status: I may die within the next three hours, Al
Name: Alfred F. Jones
Current mood: Ecstatic
Status: Sweet! Does this mean I can sell your polar bear thing?
Name: Matthew Williams
Location: Gilbert's house
Status: Dick.
Five minutes and a slap mark later, Gilbert emerged from the car with a very, very wide grin on his face. You know, despite his reddening cheek. Feliciano came out a few seconds later and asked him, "What happened?"
"I kissed Matthew's cheek and he slapped me." Gilbert sounded pleased with himself.
Feliciano smiled. "That's very sweet, but you shouldn't touch others if they don't want you to, ve," he said. "C'mon, Luddy, Johnny's getting hungry!" He bounded up to the house's front door.
Matthew was next to come out of the car. "Actually listen to him this time," he snapped, having heard what Feliciano had said. With another glare at Gilbert, he stalked after Feliciano, a dark aura practically glowing around him.
"Do you want him to hate you?" Ludwig asked.
Gilbert was surprised at the sound of the younger man's voice, but he shrugged indifferently. "I can't help it," he said honestly.
"If you two are going to be partners for one month, I suggest you don't hate each other," Ludwig said with a small shake of his head, walking after Feliciano. "It's time for you to grow up, Gilbert. Go apologize to the kid." Without another word, he followed Matthew and Feliciano up to the house, taking out his house keys.
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Status: Well, I guess an apology is in order...
A/N: Chapter two~ I hope Germany sounds IC, 'cause I have no idea how to write him, at all. :\ Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on the last chapter! I'm happy to be meeting new people in this fandom, since I'm fairly new here. ^^
See you in chapter three~