Warning-There is some light Romano-I mean swearing- in this chapter. And I mean super light, like one swear word light.
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Arthur's POV
The day was going wonderfully. Francis had been off doing something with his dumb friends. Alfred was still sleeping. That meant plenty of peace and quiet for me. Well it did, until I got a text from Alfred. So much for my chances of having a relaxing day. I checked the screen for any possible message he could have had.
From: Alfred
Yoooo Man! this b the hero i just want 2 let u no that i will b work+ the shell will b with Mattie cuz he haz noooo skool 2day
All of that cruddy grammar had given me a headache from trying to figure out the meaning. I typed up a quick reply.
From:Arthur
Alfred, there is this lovely language called English. It might do you some good to learn it. It doesn't matter to me if you have to work today, because I wasn't going to start up a conversation with you. I thought Matthew was older than you, and why was he off school today?
So much for a quick reply. That was more like a bloody paragraph. I genuinely believed Matthew was the older brother. As it turns out though, he had to be at least a few years younger. At least my quiet time would be guranteed until Alfred was off work.
From: Alfred
maaaan this is txting propr english is stupid sides Matt is younger than me by 4 yrs and he is off cuz it is Turkey Day i only hav 2 wrk cuz my booss is a biiiiig dummy
From: Arthur
... and you felt you had to tell me your whereabouts because? Seriously, Alfred, why would I care?
From:Alfred
awww... im hurt D= gtg work txt u wen i git off byeeeee!
Our conversation was ended by Alfred arriving at work. My day was relatively quiet again. Despite Alfred's bad language, he was pretty fun to talk to. All the random things he said made it easy to keep talking. It wasn't like with the frog, though, who said things just to get on my nerves. Oh speak of the devil. There was a rap on my door.
"Arthur, open up" the French accent rang through my halls. I didn't want to deal with this. On the other side of my door was the entire bad touch trio. Even the name was annoying. "Open up the door, Arthur, or I will." The door knob turned and my door had found itself wide open with four people behind it. the dumb one, Antonio, had brought his boyfriend. Wonderful.
"Alfred isn't around, Francis, come back some other time." I knew he hadn't wanted to talk to Alfred, but I had to try. It didn't work. Francis shook his head.
"No. I wanted to speak with Matthew. I know he is by the shell. He said so before I collected Gilbert and Antonio."
"And Lovi~" Antonio piped in. Said Lovi turned bright red. He started pounding on the Spaniard.
"Shut up, Tomato Bastard. It was bad enough you brought me here with the pervert and the beer bastard. I'm only still here because you won't let go of me." It was obvious Lovi cared for Antonio, but the odds of him ever saying so were small. He pretended to hate that dummy which actually never worked, because Antonio was too dumb to realize it is hateful behavior.
"You aren't going to use my shell, frog. If that was what you wanted then you can get out." I was starting to get the painful head ache that I usually got when dealing with those four. The frog scrunched up his face and frowned. He seemed pretty excited to force Matthew into a relationship with Gilbert. Gilbert seemed pretty excited himself.
"I don't want to talk to Alfred. We wanted to talk to Matthew." He made his stating the obvious face. His albino friend's face lit up.
"Ha. His name is Matthew. I told you that the totally awesome me would figure out his name. I could because you are unawesome and I am the embodiment of it." He switched tones, and looked my way. " Arthur, where is your awesome shell." Now he was using that word to describe my shell. He was not going to leave until he talked to Matthew, poor , poor Matthew.
"I heard my name. What's going on over there?" Matthew's quiet voice rang through my house. "and how many of you are there? I count five voices." How long had Matt been sitting by the shell? Antonio and Lovi had been too involved with each other to say anything for about ten minutes. He had to have heard everything.
"Onhonhon" Francis piped in. "You are an excellent voice counter. How long were you sitting there, though, because two of us have been too busy with each other to acknowledge the rest of us, if you know what I mean." I shuddered glancing to the corner of my room where Antonio was trying to hug Lovino, who was attempting to push away the former.
"I've been sitting by the shell since this morning. With my brother not home, it is too quiet and boring. I was hoping to get some entertainment so I took the shell." So now Matthew was using me as a source of entertainment. "And, Arthur, you talk really loud when you text." Had I been reading those out loud. I did have a habit, wait did I say anything bad? As I scanned the texts that got sent in my head, Francis was introducing Matthew and Gilbert.
"Forget about Arthur's goofy texting voice. You have to talk to Gilbert."
"Not just Gilbert, Francis. I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt."
"I'm Matthew Williams. It's awesome to meet you the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt." I couldn't tell if Matthew was mocking Gilbert or if he seriously thought it was cool to talk to someone that was obsessed with themselves. Judging by his reactions to his brother, I think that he wasn't noticed very often. Maybe he was happy just to be talking to anybody. He did seem to warm up to me and Francis a little too easily.
"It sure is man." Gilbert smiled his signature look. If Matthew could use the shell like a window, I bet he would laugh. The albino was grinning and his sharp red eyes appeared playful and bright. I listened as they bantered and talked. Francis had actually done something right in his many times matchmaking. His girlfriend, Elizabeta, must have helped him. That girl is so obsessed with boy love, I don't think she would care if he cheated on her as long as it was with a man. With another girl though, he might want to run.
My thoughts were interupted by a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone to see Alfred had texted me and that it had been hours. Gilbert and Francis were still in my house talking with Matthew. I had no idea where Antonio and Lovino went.
"You're awake now. That's good you've been out for a few hours." So I fell asleep. That meant the other two probably went home. I was confused as to how much of what I remembered was real. Gilbert hadn't so much as looked at me, because he was in such heated conversation with Matthew, so that had to be real. I must have dreamt the part about Elizabeta, because she would be all over Matthew and Gilbert. Either way, I opened up the text that Alfred had sent me.
From: Alfred
hey man i just got off work+ ill b my house soon wanna use the shell
From: Arthur
Good Luck getting to the shell. I know I won't be able to. Your brother is talking to one of Francis' friends.
From: Alfred
the one he wanted 2 introduce him 2? wat is he liek? he wont hurt my Mattie rite?
From: Arthur
No, calm down. He seems to really like Matthew. I've never seen him talk like that to anyone, except his own little brother, who he is very protective over.
From: Alfred
kool, he sounds good enuf anywayz subject change did u find anything new on how the shell worx
From: Arthur
I sent my uncle a letter. He knows about that kind of stuff more than I do. I have to go though. Good luck seperating your brother from the shell.
I didn't really have to go, but I was exhausted, and I still had to drag Gilbert away from the shell. Then, I had to kick both of them out of my house. I had two difficult jobs ahead of me so distractions would be bad.
From Alfred:
alrite dude txt u l8er plus Mattie mite b makin pancakes 4 Thanksgiving *happy dance*
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AN- I know this chapter didn't have much fluff and it took forever to update. I promise fluff next chapter, which will cover Alfred's day at work. I think I might also get to the HRE and Chibitalia part. Yaay. I need a name for HRE though because I don't know it.