-Chapter 2-

"Where the hell are you going, dude?!" Alfred yelled at me from the top of the steps. He was hanging out with two new students named John and Josh. Brothers who both have brunette hair and tanned skin with grayish-blue eyes. They're both American and both of them were starting their freshman year.

"Dorm! I need to check something!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I could've sworn before I turned around I heard one of the new students say, "Who are you yelling at? There's no one there."

I ran outside. I went to the sidewalk and ran along it towards the boys' dormitory. When I got there, I took out the key and opened the dormitory doors. I ran up the old stairs into the third floor hallway. I ran down the hallway until I got to my dorm in the middle of it. I opened the door and went inside. It didn't take me long until I noticed something.

Suitcases. All of them on top of the once empty bed. I ran towards the suitcases and searched for any proof that it was his. Gilbert. The name still repeating again and again in my head. I tried looking for name tags or a Prussian flag or anything. Nothing. I couldn't find anything. Even though I'm mostly certain that he's my new room mate, there's still a possibility that he may not. There's still a possibility that Alfred may have been wrong. Maybe a new nation was born over the summer and enrolled here. Oh gosh. I hope there's not a new nation. At least not now. Please let my room mate be Gilbert. Please.

"It's lunch time." I said to myself. "Maybe I should eat. It'll probably take all this worry off my head."

There's only one thing - I don't want to go to lunch. The lunchroom is basically where most of the bullying take place. There's so many people there at one time that something is bound to happen. Can I skip? Should I? Probably. Maybe if I stay here, my room mate will walk in and I'll know for sure who it is. And I guess I could go down to the toaster downstairs and make myself some toast. And I could probably grab a granola bar as well. I can't go on hungry.

I walked out of the dorm room and ran downstairs. I went to the toaster located in the lobby and put two loaves of bread in it. I looked in the pantry in search of a granola bar or something. I found a bag of mixed nuts and grabbed it. Aren't we allowed to keep snacks in our dorms? I thought. I grabbed a few bags of mixed nuts, chips, and some fruits and put it in my book bag. After doing this, I walked to the toaster to get my toast and soon spread butter on both loaves. When I finished, I grabbed napkins. That's when I notice someone walk in. Gilbert.

I looked at him as he looked around the lobby. I wonder what the rest of him looks like. Maybe I could find out, I thought. No stop. You don't even know him. You haven't even talked to him. Don't just give away your v-card like that, I thought to myself again. I was about to leave and head to my dorm when he approached me.

"Hey," he said, "Aren't you in my geometry class?"

He noticed me in that class! He noticed me! My heart is racing against itself. My stomach has become a butterfly garden in the Spring. Oh gosh.

"Y-Yeah." I answered.

"Matthew, right?" He asked.

He knows my name. He knows my name! I've never had such a crush on someone like this before.

"Y-Yes." I answered.

He let out this laugh that I instantly fell in love with. "Nice to meet you. I think you're my room mate. Third floor, middle of the hall, right?"

Oh gosh. There was no need to worry. We're room mates. We're spending the year at this shitty school together.

"Yeah. Are you coming up?" I asked.

"Yeah. I need help unpacking. It's going to take forever." He answered.

"I could help you unpack." I offered.

We walked back to our dorm. When we got inside, we walked towards the suitcases. I unzipped one of the suitcases when I saw blue underwear with yellow birds printed all over it. I let out a small giggle. I don't think he noticed, because if he did, like most boys would, he would probably react with a "what the fuck, dude?!" I took out the clothes, folded them since they all looked like they were thrown in there, and put them in the drawer.

"So you're Canada, right?" Gilbert asked.

"Yeah, I'm also Alfred's, or America's, brother." I replied.

"Yeah, I know him. We've hung out a few times." He said. "What I heard is that many people hardly ever notice you. That you're kind of invisible or something. Either that or they confuse you with Alfred."

I sighed. "Yeah. That's true."

"Not around me it isn't. I noticed you from the moment you walked into class this morning. I don't understand why so many people say you're like a ghost or something. You're just like anyone else, except for the fact that you, we, are both nations. But you still look and talk like any other human being on this planet."

He noticed me! I'm not invisible for a change! Inside me, every part of me was celebrating this moment. Someone, and someone I liked, noticed me! And his words. I've never felt more comforting words in my life.

"Y-You did? Oh gosh, thank you! I've never heard anything like that in my entire life!" I told him, smiling.

"Of course I did." He chuckled a little bit.

We talked the whole time after that. We got so distracted by our conversations that we forgot all about the suitcases! I can't believe I'm actually talking to someone I like. Someone I love, as I should say. I've never gotten this close to any of my crushes before.

He realized the amount of time we spent talking and had to leave to talk to a teacher before class started.

We left the dormitory together and walked towards the gym where he needed to talk to one of his P.E. coaches.

"I'll see you later!" I said.

"Ok!" He said back.

He left and walked through the gym doors. I watched him leave and was smiling. But suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It forced me to turn around and than I felt a punch in my stomach. The pain forced me to fall to the ground. I looked up to see who did this and saw the face of Brad Myers. A buff human student, with light skin, grey eyes, and blonde hair. He was standing there with his two little slaves, Jack Fisher, a human student a little shorter than Brad with dark black hair, brown eyes and light skin, and Adam Rodriguez, another human student taller than Brad and sometimes gets teased by him as well, with dark brunette hair, green eyes, and medium skin.

"Look, guys. A little Canadian ghost." Brad said.

"Could you just leave me alone?! You've been doing this since I started coming to school here. It's getting old!" I told him.

"Did you hear something? Maybe it was just the wind." Brad said. Brad and Jack started laughing while Adam let out a fake laugh. Brad kicked me in the hip and than began to walk away with Jack. Adam left a second or two after Brad and Jack. I noticed that Adam didn't look very fond of what Brad just did to me.

I got up and put both my hands on my stomach. The punch was so painful, and now I felt sick. I ran to the nearby bathroom and stayed there for a few minutes just in case I needed to throw up. After four or five minutes, I started feeling better. I checked the time and realized that there was only three minutes until class started.

I started running towards the visual arts building, where my next class was located - photography. I was lucky that this building had only one floor and two halls and was close to the gym, so it didn't take long to get there. I got there a minute before the bell rang. I looked around and saw Kiku, so I sat next to him. I noticed I have a lot of classes with him this year.

"Good Afternoon." He said.

"Hi Kiku." I replied.

I just dealt with another useless bullying incident just a few minutes ago, but that wasn't the thing that was on my mind. Gilbert was still on my mind. The only thing on my mind. What he said about him noticing me. I have never heard anyone say that to me before in my entire life. I'm not invisible to someone for change. Oh, I love him! Could he be the one?