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Chapter 7: Lunch With The Gang (Namely The Axis And Allies + Spamano & Gilbert)

Over the course of the next few weeks they started to develop a close friendship. Matthew had a real friend for once and Gilbert had opened himself to another person (yet still not enough to tell him of his past). They mostly kept to their own but occasionally Francis and Antonio would call Gilbert over to sit at their spot.

Alfred had also taken to sitting with them since the arrival of Arthur (whom they found out had a history with Francis). In the end, it was always a big group and like all teenagers in big groups, it meant chaos.

...

"Ack, you bloody git! Don't touch me so inappropriately!" sputtered Arthur.

"Ah, but does that mean I can still touch you mon cher Anglais?"

"WHAT? I never said that!"

"Hey! Stop harassing Iggy, he's mine!"

"Bullocks, I don't belong to you Alfred! And it's Arthur to you!"

Arthur's face was a lovely cherry red colour at this point of time.

"You cannot deny l'amour, Arthur."

"What la armour Frenchie?" Arthur said with a smirk, knowing this would send Francis into frenzy.

"Non, non. It's l'amour, not la armour! How dare you mispronounce the language of love itself!"

"Bloody hell, who cares, l'armour this, la armour that."

"Arti-"

"It's l'amour! Pronounced "le mour"!"

" Get lost."

"Igg-"

"Non, I will not settle for that! Now say it! L'amour!" Francis was doing this particularly for the fact that it would provoke Arthur even more and an angry Englishman is always an amusing thing to watch (especially Arthur).

The other people having lunch as well with them three, namely Matthew, Gilbert, Antonio, the Vargas brothers; Lovino (albeit reluctantly) and Feliciano, Ludwig (he came as extra baggage where ever Feliciano went), Ivan, Yao, Elizabeta and Kiku.

They were either having their own argument; Antonio, Lovino, Feliciano and Ludwig, as Lovino was acting his usual self and calling Ludwig a "patate bastardo"; annoying Matthew (obviously Gilbert); fangirl/fanboying- Elizabeta and Kiku; or kolkolkoling in Ivan's case which Yao was the unfortunate victim of.

Of course someone just had to break this up.

"Iggyyyyyyy!"

A hyperactive armful of blonde American glomped Arthur.

"AGHHHHHHHH!" Was all Arthur could reply, flailing his arms wildly in chibi manga style as he got tackled by said American.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

A click of a camera sounded as Arthur quickly sat back up and brushed himself down, smoothing his shirt back into place and straightening his tie.

"I'm getting your attention since you wouldn't respond to me!" Alfred said cheerfully, pouting at Arthur.

"There's no need to do that you know!" Arthur spluttered again, crossing his arms huffily and turning away from Alfred which led him face to face with a certain Frenchman again who leered at him teasingly.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaa~! You guys are almost as good as Gilbert and Mathias!" A squee erupted from Elizabeta who (obviously) couldn't contain her fujoshi instincts.

"There's just so much sexual tension between you and Francis! Plus the way Alfred so obviously likes you is soooo cute!" Elizabeta cooed at an enraged Arthur.

This earned a glare from Arthur, a proclamation of "The Hero does not play favourites with anyone!" from Alfred, another lecherous look directed at Arthur from Francis and a what the hell look from Gilbert.

"What do you mean they're almost as good as us?" Gilbert asked.

"Of course you guys are better! They have sexual tension and all but, you guys are unique!" Elizabeta chirped, unaware that the whole group had taken to listening to this little conversation between her and Gilbert.

"…"

"It's obvious that you guys are made for each other!"

"She does make a point you know, mon ami."

Gilbert gave Francis an annoyed look and threw a piece of bread at him.

"See! Your friend here agrees with me!"

"Gilbert's face is starting to look like mi Lovino when he's all red like a tomato, eh?" Antonio chipped in.

"Shut up you bastard! Stop saying those things in front of everyone!"

"Ve~ You shouldn't say words like that fratello!"

"Ah, shut up Feliciano!"

"Doitsu, Doitsu! Lovino asked me to *gulp* shut up!"

"…It's okay Feliciano, you know he doesn't mean it." Ludwig tried comforting the ever so sensitive Italian.

"Will you guys just shut the bollocks up!" Arthur snapped.

Everyone immediately looked at him in shocked silence, it wasn't everyday you saw a sight like this. Arthur immediately felt embarrassed with all the eyes on him.

"What? Never seen an Englishman snap at you before! Then stop looking!"

He muttered something along the lines of bleeding hell under his breath.

"You know Ivan that guy over there, he totally gives me the creeps." Matthew whispered to Gilbert.

"Yea…I guess so. Anyway, I've got a History essay due after lunch and it's still not finished yet and you're like awesome at history and stuff, so you, um, wanna help me or something? "

Gilbert sure looked fidgety when he said that, but well, a friend in need is a friend indeed right?

"Eh? Okay…let's get up to the library then."

"Awesome! I know I could count on you Birdie!"

Matthew shot Gilbert a look that said- I'm not just a friend with benefits you know that.

"Of course you're not just a friend with benefits Birdie! How could the awesome me do that!"

"Friends with benefits?" Elizabeta chimed, obviously taking the phrase the wrong round.

"So what have you guys done so far? Plain pashing? Or the full job?" she questioned, "Regardless, I knew you guys had a thing going on!"

"For the last time, we do not!" Gilbert protested, slinging his arm across Matthew's shoulders in what he hoped was a friendly way. Matthew's cheeks flushed pink at both Elizabeta's comment and Gilbert's actions.

"Kya~! Even your actions deny that!"

"Come on Birdie, let's go before she starts ranting about us again." Gilbert pulled Matthew away from the group in the direction of the library.

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As he helped Gilbert with his history essay, which he found out was on the Anglo-American War of 1812 in Canada, he also found out that Gilbert was absolutely rubbish at History, he probably even slept through all his lessons. None of his facts were straight and he probably didn't even bother looking them up at all.

As a matter of fact, while he was editing (read; rewriting) Gilbert's essay, Gilbert was absolutely uninterested in whatever Matthew was doing, was fidgeting around and humming a tune under his breath.

He narrowed his eyes at Gilbert, trying to get his attention.

"What?" Gilbert stopped, Matthew's way of getting his attention apparently worked.

"Nothing…your essay is terrible you know that, I don't even know how I'm going to be able to correct this by the end of lunch. Just letting you know."

"Whatever, not that I care about this history shit anyway."

"How can you not like history? I mean, it may be kinda hard remembering dates and stuff, but come on!"

Gilbert gave Matthew an "I-don't-care-okay?" look which immediately silenced him.

After another 25 mins of trudging through Gilbert's atrocious work at a snail's pace, Matthew deemed the essay fit for the teacher's eyes, or at least he wouldn't get an F for it.

Matthew turned around to tell the albino that he was done, only to find him sleeping with his mouth wide open facing at the ceiling. Matthew had to suppress a giggle at this, finding it highly amusing. But Gilbert looked so peaceful, like a pale white angel (if an angel ever wore crumpled plaid shirts, ripped skinny jeans and chains). His lips were in a straight line, which gave him a grimmer yet more mature look, his shoes were propped up on the table and his hands were folded across his chest. He looks so at ease, Matthew thought.

Eyes and mind still lost somewhere on Gilbert's sleeping form, Matthew didn't notice that the certain sleeping form had cracked open an eye and was peering quizzically at Matthew.

Gilbert cleared his throat, snapping Matthew out of it. Maple. Why Do I always get caught spacing out by him? Matthew lamented, realising that it was second time Gilbert had had to snap him out of his little trances.

"Anyway, I've finished editing your work, I basically corrected the information only, so it'll probably not be the best but we don't have much time so yea."

"Thanks a lot Birdie!" Gilbert exclaimed, ruffling the shorter boy's hair and giving him a (man) hug.

The hug was completely unexpected and caught Matthew by surprising, making him let out a rather girly yelp, his cheeks colouring in again as he realised the close proximity he and Gilbert were at.

But then just like that, Gilbert was back up again, not noticing Matthew's discomfort as he dragged the blonde off to their next class.

AN: EBUFGJNVFM. This chapter was so fail. . Well at least some other characters have appeared for once. My FrUk and USxUK sides have been showing up. heheh. This chapter was so dodgy to write. Sorry if Elizabeta just keeps on popping up annoyingly!

Translations:

mon cher Anglais- my dear (masculine) Englishman

l'amour- love

non- no

patate bastardo- potato bastard

mon ami-my friend (masculine)

mi- my

fratello- brother

For the French, I just inserted random phrases where I deemed appropriate (I hope). For the Italian I just googled how to say those few words so they might have some mistakes, fell free to point them out if there are though.

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