Matthew woke one morning with a splitting head ache and a hurting stomach. He crawled from the bed with a moan and thought that maybe all he need was something to eat. He went into the bath room and looked at himself in the mirror, he looked terrible, more then he did every other morning. He was several shades paler, his skin was freckled with sweat. He placed a his hand on his forehead and moaned again.
Alfred came walking into the bathroom looking like he had the best night sleep of his life. He was bright eyed and ready for the day and he took one look at his brother before taking a step back. "Dude you look like shit. Are you sick, I don't want to get sick I have a test this week." He said and covered his mouth. Matthew grunted at him and walked past him. Mrs. Williams had some French toast she took one look at Matthew before feeling his forehead.
"Honey you are burning up, are you feeling okay?" She asked and his father looked over at him and also felt his forehead.
"I can take him to see the doctor, I have today off." His father said and Matthew shook his head. He didn't like doctors, they have cold hands and they had the hospital smell on them. His father removed his hand and looked down at him. "You might have the flu Matt, its going around right now. Try to eat something, then go get dressed. I'm taking you to see a doctor and that's final." He said and sat down at the table.
Matthew tried to eat but his stomach twisted and turned before it started lunging forward. He took from the table and ran to the downstairs bathroom. Mrs. Williams looked toward her husband and tried to talk over the sound of her stepson throwing up. "Maybe you should call the doctor now. I have to work late tonight, so you'll have to make dinner again." She said and Matthew walked out of the bathroom and made his way back upstairs.
Alfred came down, pressing against the wall so there was no risk of touching his brother, he didn't want to get sick. Alfred was the lucky type of person, he never got sick, he sometimes had to fake it just so he could get a day off of school. He ate his breakfast. "Hey mom Arthur wanted to know if it would be alright if he could take me to see a play." He asked and his mother looked at him while clearing Matthew's place from the table.
"What play were the two of you going to go see?" She asked him and he shrugged his shoulders.
"He didn't say, he wants it to be a surprise or something." Alfred said and she sighed, she really liked knowing the details, these plans bugged her at times. Alfred started begging and she let out another sigh.
"As long as he has you home before ten, I do not mind. Tell him to drive safely, it snowed again last night." She said and looked out the window, it didn't snow that much and it was already melting but the weather was suppose to get colder the later it got so all that melted snow would freeze into ice. Alfred cleared his place and grabbed his bag once he realized he had spent to much time eating, if he didn't hurry he was going to miss the buss. He grabbed his lucky jacket and threw it on as he ran down the street. Mrs. Williams then went upstairs to check on Matthew real quick before she had to leave.
The teenager was in his bed, shivering now and muttering complaints under his breath. She got him another blanket and left it folded up at the foot of his bed. "Your dad is setting an appointment up for you now, don't worry." She told him and he covered the top of his head with his blanket. She rubbed his shoulder and walked out the room.
Later his father came in, telling him to get dressed. He did what he was told, throwing on some gray sweat pants and his red hoodie. He didn't wear a shirt under it and when he looked down he saw that the sweat pants weren't even his but Alfred's (Alfred was to tall to fit in them anyways). He walked down stairs and got into the back seat, where he laid across. His father tried talking to him during the car ride but Matthew responses were just muffled grumblings.
They sat in the waiting room, a little boy was staring at him. "Hey are you gonna die? My big sister said that this is where sick people go to die...that's why grandpa never came back home. I'm only here to get some shot." Matthew stared at the little boy who just smiled back at him before his mother pulled him away.
When it was finally his turn, he stood and ran for the bathroom to puke again. The doctor looked over at his father and said something to him and wrote something down on a piece of paper. When Matthew was done in the bathroom he did a sick look over to make sure that his guess was correct, which it was. Pretty much he had a stomach virus, the doctor told him that if he didn't feel better by the end of the week to come back in, other then that he prescribed him something to take to keep from throwing up, his father mentioned to drink lots of water. Matthew wasn't listening to any of it, he just wanted to go to bed and sleep until he was dead.
His father drove him hope and sent him up to bed. Matthew forced his way up the stairs feeling the need to puke again as he reached the top. He covered his mouth and held his stomach, his head was spinning and he almost forgot where the bathroom was. He ran for it, but being as dizzy as he was he ran into the wall next to the door instead. Now on the ground he crawled on all fours over to the toilet and let out what little contents were left in his stomach.
Moaning in his misery he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and blew his nose. His whole face felt warm and his nose was burning from having stomach acid come out it. Still on all fours he crawled to his room and pulled himself into the bed, where he fought with his blankets as he struggled between hot and cold flashes.
He didn't now how but at some point he was able to fall asleep. He only woke when his dad came into his room with a bowl of soup and a tiny plastic cup of medicine. He set it down on the nightstand and made him take the medicine first with the hopes that will help keep his food down. After he was done with his bowl he placed it back on to the night stand and curled up into a ball.
He struggled to sleep all week, the night his fever broke was by far the worse night out of them all. He was sweating all over, his clothes were getting soaked. He felt lie his skin was burning up and he felt like he was going to throw up. But he spent the rest of the night on the floor next to the toilet, dry heaving nothing. Tired and worn out to the bone he fell asleep there. Alfred got up and went to go use the bathroom only to find his brother there. Alfred took him and carried him back to bed, tucking him in before going back to use the restroom.
When morning came he felt wonderful, at least better then he had been feeling all week, he felt good enough to go to school. However he stayed home after all it was Friday. He spent it watching TV and movies wrapped warmly in the thickest blanket in the house. He wanted today to be a day where he could just sit around doing nothing and relax with his pillow. He snuggled down into the couch, warm and cozy he watched his movie. He felt his eye lids grow heavy during several parts of the film.
Just as he closed his eyes for good, no longer able to fight the beautiful call of sleep, he heard a tapping coming some where from inside his house. The tapping grew louder the longer he tried to ignore it. Finally it annoyed him to the point where he stood from the couch and started his hunt. The sound grew louder the closer to the steps he got, he climbed up them and now he could hear a voice.
Fearing for the worst he went back downstairs and armed himself with his best hockey stick. Marching back up the steps he found that the sound was coming from his bedroom, taking a deep breath he reached out and took the door knob in his hand. The tapping had now stopped, he could hear his window open and without so much as a second thought he flung his door open letting out a warrior cry with his stick ready to attack.
Gilbert let out a scream and almost fell out of the window. Matthew lowered his hockey stick and grabbed Gilbert, pulling him inside and smacking him on the arm. "What in the world are you doing? What the hell Gil?" He hissed and Gilbert smirked at him.
"You've been gone all week I wanted to drop by and see if you were feeling better." he said but Matthew just gave him another smack on the arm.
"Then call or at least use the front door. I thought someone was breaking in." Matthew told him and Gilbert kept smirking at him, he leaned in, his hand brushed against Matthew's before he took it . Their eyes locked and Matthew wanted to scold him further but he was at a lost for words now. Instead he just kissed him, softly and quick. "Why aren't you in school?"
"I skipped." He said and leaned in for another kiss, this one was deeper and longer then the first. Matthew pulled him in, biting softly at his lower lip, he took a few steps backward pulling Gilbert along with him. He spun his boyfriend around and kissed him roughly before, pushing him down so he was sitting at the edge of the bed. Gilbert looked up at him smirking, he grabbed Matthew by the waist and tugged at him, pulling him into his lap. He kissed along his neck, sucking and biting leaving little red marks behind.
As Gilbert kissed his neck, Matthew slid his hands underneath his shirt. His finger tips grazed across his stomach, feeling the tightness of the muscles there. While Gilbert was not as built as he brother, he had cardio that Ludwig couldn't match. Matthew pulled Gilbert shirt over his head and took him by the shoulders pressing him into the mattress. His mouth and teeth playfully teases the skin of his neck and shoulders. Matthew's hold on Gilbert's shoulders slipped downward, following the bits, the licks, and quick kisses.
Matthew reached the edge of Gilbert jeans, he looked up at him to see if it was alright if he continued. Gilbert's face was drained of color as the blood traveled south,his eyes met with Matthew's, they were glazed over and Matthew could read his expression as clearly as words in a book. Yet just as he was about to take things further, Alfred's voice broke though the silence in the room. "Matt! Wake up, we have burgers. Matt!" His stepbrother's voice sang.
Matthew jumped awake, tightening his blanket around him. Luckily the blanket was thick enough to hide the bump in his pants. He did not know what to do, Alfred was a mere foot away from him, going on and on about food and soda. To make things worse his brother was tugging at his blanket, trying with all his might to get Matthew to let it go and come eat with the rest of them. Lovino was complaining from the kitchen, he was actually trying to get Alfred to leave Matthew alone.
It wasn't until Lovino actually came out of the kitchen, frustrated by being ignored, and grabbed Alfred by his ear, that his wonderful stepbrother actually stopped. With a sigh of relief, Matthew made his way upstairs, with the blanket wrapped around him as tight as a burrito, as fast as he could. When in the clear he let the blanket drop and he locked himself inside the bathroom.
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Sorry for taking so long to update guys. I really wasn't feeling good for a while there and I have been very busy job hunting. Hopefully things will start happening for me so I can stop stressing out and get back to writing.
But any ways I hope you all enjoy this chapter, there will be more to come. I might have the next chapter be in different parts. Part 1 being Matthew and Alfred shopping for Gilbert and Arthur for Christmas. Part 2 Lovino and Gilbert doing shopping. And then part 3 can be Arthur and Antonio doing Christmas shopping. What do you guys think? Should I do that or something else?
Please review and let me know what you all thought of this update. I look forward to hearing from you guys.