I'm sorry for the long wait... School is really annoying right now and so is my dad... *sighs* Well here it is! Chapter 2!
I do not own hetalia!
His legs, Alfred's legs, felt heavy. It was hard to walk. Matthew wasn't used to a real body. Being a ghost was so light, so easy. You could fly, you could float. Suddenly he couldn't do any of that. Even if he tried. He sighed as he ignored Alfred, that asked so many questions inside "Matthew's" head that he thought it should explode in any second. He did only answer a few of them with a yes or a no.
He wobbled out to the living room on unstable legs. Light seeped in between the white curtains and made the room look so much beautifuler than it usually did. You could see the dust particles floating around in the air. Matthew sighed a little happy sigh. He really loved this apartment. It was perfect in his eyes. He just didn't like the memories it gave him. Memories of the moments right before the accident. He didn't want to remember those, but they came back to him all the time.
It was a saturday morning in june, around 5 months ago. Matthew was sitting in the couch, in the living room, watching TV. He was still kinda tired but he didn't bother going back to sleep. Instead he watched some boring TV program.
A bird flew through the open balcony door. Matthew looked at it when it flew up to him and sat down on his shoulder. The bird was little and yellow. Matthew recognized the bird and stood up. He walked out on the balcony and looked down, seeing a motorbike, and an albino man.
"Gilbert?" The sun shined at the man and his red eyes glimmered.
"Hallo Birdie!" he shouted, as if Matthew couldn't hear him.
He must have woken up Alfred, because only second later he came out from his bedroom in his blue underwear and a white t-shirt. Matthew looked at his brother.
"Good morning Alfred...", he said. "I think we have a guest, eh?" The albino laughed.
"I'm coming in!" he shouted again.
Only a minute later he sat in the couch.
"So... Who's this?" Alfred asked.
"This is an old friend of mine, his name is Gilbert," Matthew answered and smiled. The bird on his shoulder flew back to it's master and sat down on Gilbert's head. "And this is Gilbird!" Gilbert said and pointed at the bird grinning. The bird let out a little happy tweet, which was very cute.
Alfred stared at the two, then nodded slowly.
"Wanna have your breakfast Alfred? I can make some pancakes for you too if you want Gilbert."
Gilbert nodded. "Ja, that should be awesome! Kesesese!" he laughed. Matthew smiled and walked out to the kitchen. Alfred followed him.
"I don't like him...", he said to Matthew as fast as he had closed the door to the kitchen.
"You don't know him that well yet, eh? He's actually very nice", Matthew said and took out ingredients from the fridge.
"I still don't like him." Alfred didn't want to chance option. Matthew sighed and started mixing the ingredients as he ignored Alfred. Alfred snorted and walked out from the kitchen, slamming the door behind him, then returning to his room to change.
A little while later Matthew came out with a plate of pancakes and placed them on the table in front of the couch and placed cutlery next to the plate. "Here", he said and smiled. Gilbert grinned and started eating a once. He was hungry.
"How does it taste?" Gilbert swallowed.
"Awesome!" He said and laughed. Matthew smiled softly.
After Gilbert had eaten all the pancakes, and Matthew had placed a plate of pancakes outside Alfred's door they sat down in the couch. Neither of them did know what to say. After they had been sitting there in the silence a while, Matthew opened his mouth.
"U-um.. Why are you here anyway Gilbert?" He asked. Gilbert looked up at him. So did Gilbird.
"Oh right! There's something I want to tell you!" Matthew's heart skipped a beat.
"Q-qui?"
"I'm getting married!" he said. Matthew's heart sank. He looked shocked for a second.
"O-oh.. Is that so.. C-congratulations!" He smiles slightly, not very trust worthy. Just when Matthew said that Alfred stormed out of his room, took a grip around his brothers shirt and dragged him into the kitchen and slammed the door behind them.
"Kick him out! Tell him to go home!"
Matthew stared at his brother frowning for a second.
Gilbert could hear their loud arguing from where he sat in the couch. He stared at the door. Then suddenly Matthew opened the door and marched out again.
"Gilbert. We're leaving." Gilbert jumped up from the couch. "Where are we going?"
"Anywhere is fine...", Matthew said, and if you looked into his eyes you could see that he was pissed.
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