A/N: It has actually been pretty hard for me to write, since I have been recently distracted by YouTube (*cough*Dan and Phil*cough*). But, I have done it!
I do not own Hetalia.
Matthew walked down the hallway, talking to Yakaterina, this nice girl who was personification of Ukraine (he was getting used to the fact that almost everyone in the school was a country). She was really sweet and quiet, and had actually noticed him a while back, so they had started talking to each other. She was a year older and a bit more, erm, developed then most girls in Matthew's grade, but he didn't really pay attention to it, even though most guys apparently really couldn't get past it. They were so stupid, because if they got past that they could see she was a really cute and great person.
Yakaterina laughed at something Matthew said, and he blushed, worried that he had done something wrong and was being mocked. But then Yakaterina just smiled at him and said, "You are really funny and cute with your blushing you know? You also have a really different sense of humor. I wish more people saw that about you."
"Yeah, well, um, I'm just glad that you saw," Matthew was sort of nervous. Were they flirting? He didn't know anything about flirting. What was he supposed to say to flirt?
She just said kindly, "Me too." Suddenly, her brother appeared around the corner, his scarf flapping as he walked. Matthew shrank against a wall in fear, he didn't want to admit it, but Ivan sometimes scared him. Yakaterina, who was unaware of the fear most people felt around Ivan, waved cheerfully and skipped over to him, and Matthew followed cautiously.
Ivan smiled at both of them and said, "Hello, you two," and, directed to Matthew who smiled shyly up at him, "So, you are friends with my sister, da?"
"Ummm, y-yes," Matthew stuttered, blushing deeply.
"I am so happy for you two!" Ivan sang. Then Yao walked around the corner and his eyes widened in surprise. "Chu! I was looking for you! Goodbye Yakaterina and Matthew!" Then the Russian wrapped his arms around the smaller boys shoulders and kissed his cheek before they walked off.
Matthew glanced at Yakaterina. "Chu? What does that mean?"
"It's Ivan's pet name for Yao," she explained.
Matthew shook his head, "There must be something weird about this school. Like, ninety percent of my friends are gay."
Yakaterina giggled softly, "Elizabeta always talks about how it's great we go to a school full of gay people," she suddenly looked at the watch on her wrist and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm supposed to go practice my clarinet. I'll see you later, right?"
Matthew smiled slightly, "Yeah, of course, bye," he waved his pale hand as she walked away.
He smiled wider when she had left and pretty much flew down the halls to his room. He had a friend! This was his first friend he had made on his own all year, because Gilbert didn't really count, since they were stuck together, and the others didn't, just because he was somehow connected to them through Alfred and Gilbert, plus they had been friends sort of as countries, but he had made this one by himself!
Rushing into his room he immediately saw Gilbert standing in the middle of it, looking pissed. The smile slid off Matthew's face. "What is it?"
"Like you fucking care. You told me you vould come here right after classes and so ve could vatch Friends or play Five Nights At Freddy's or listen to My Chemical Romance or something, and I've been sitting here feeling completely unawesome vaiting for you. Vhere zhe hell vere you anyways?" Gilbert snarled, his ruby eyes flashing and making Matthew nuzzle his face into the top of Kumajiro's head in fear.
Matthew whispered, "I was talking to Yakaterina..."
Gilbert walked up to him and said, gruffly, all of the usual happiness gone from his voice, "Congrats on getting a girlfriend. Now, if you would please inform me before you skip on your usual friend time to go on a date. I'm gonna go see West." And the Prussian stormed out of the room, Gilibird flying after him in a hurry.
Matthew wondered why he was so mad. What had he even done? He had just talked to Yakaterina, and just sort of flirted with her a little, but he didn't like like her, so why call her his girlfriend?
He had no clue, and it was obvious that Gilbert wasn't coming back, so he decided to just go for a walk by himself.
Outside, he was wandering around for half an hour he was starting to get seriously cold (which was saying something, as he was Canada) when he saw Ned, the Netherlands, approaching him, and so he smiled and waved slightly. The tall boy came up to him and half smiled, which was very rare for him. "You look cold," he observed.
Matthew nodded, shivering. "I seriously am. Should have brought a sweatshirt," he said, his teeth chattering as he tried to hug his self through the thin, red long sleeved shirt.
Need nodded, and suddenly removed his coat from his own back, and handed it to the Canadian, who looked up at him. "I-I couldn't use this! You'll be cold instead, then!"
"I still owe you for helping me," said Ned, shrugging. "Oh, I also have another tulip for you. They are cheap, and grow nicely, so it is easy to get them from greenhouses." And he handed Matthew a little blue tulip.
Matthew blushed and put on the coat, holding the tulip in his cold hands. "Th-thank you. You're a really great friend."
End nodded, and they talked for the next few minutes, until Matthew saw a flash of white hair in the corner of his eye, looking, because he thought he had just seen Gilbert. But he couldn't see him anymore, but decided he should go anyways. "Have you eaten yet, Ned?"
"Hmm... oh, yes, I ate with Bella."
Matthew nodded and said, "Well I haven't, so I'm gonna go. Bye, see you later!" And, after handing back the coat and being pummeled with cold, walked back to the school, twirling the blue tulip between his fingers. Maybe he didn't suck so bad with friends.
Gilbert raced into the school, feeling like he wanted to punch someone in their shitty face. Particularly a certain Netherlands.
He had been going to ask Matthew to forgive him, and then they'd hang out and have fun, but then he saw them. Matthew, his fucking Teddy Bear, wearing Ned's coat and twirling a flower between his perfect delicate and pale fingers.
It had been bad enough, learning he was talking to Yakaterina, but NED? Gilbert was pretty damn sure Matthew was gay, so a girl wasn't that bad. Actually, it was freakishly obvious that he was gay. But he couldn't be sure, because Matthew had never said it himself. He could be bi. Or pan. Or he could actually just be an extremely feminine straight person. But he had totally blown him off for a girl, and now was fucking flirting with a guy.
He stopped and leaned against the wall. Why was he reacting so badly? He liked Eliza, dammit, he was in love with her. Mostly.
Why couldn't Matthew like him, though? (Not that it truly mattered to him.)
I'm a huge, albeit awesome, dork, that's why, he answered himself bitterly. He closed his eyes, thinking. Suddenly, he heard two voices whooping as the owners ran down the hall.
"Hola, mi amigo! We have a surprise for you~" Antonio sang, hiding the large bag he was carrying behind his back.
"I'm sorry guys, I'm not in the mood right now," Gilbert sighed, looking at Antonio and Francis, who both were hiding black trash bags behind their backs.
Francis frowned, "What is wrong?"
"Nothing," Gilbert said, trying to act like nothing WAS wrong.
But then he saw what was in one of the trash bags.
"Woah! Did you guys actually get helium balloons? Those are so awesome and fun!"
Antonio smiled, "Si, we did! Come on, we are going to Francis' room, since he doesn't have a roommate!" And this time Gilbert followed, because it was awesome helium balloons for God's sake.
After the trio got to the room, they immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and poured out the rainbow of balloons, then Gilbert and Antonio cut the balloons, and breathed in the helium. "This is so awesome, you guys!" Gilbert said, and then he and Antonio burst out laughing at how funny it was for him to have a helium-induced chipmunk voice.
Antonio finally recovered himself, and said, "it's no problem," before he started laughing again. Then the two turned to Francis. "You should do it! Then you can speak French in this voice and it would be really funny!"
Francis shook his head. "No, I must stay magnificent while you to screw around like idiots. I refuse."
Then Gilbert and Antonio glanced at each other and nodded in unison, before tackling Francis at the same time and forcing helium into his mouth. Francis stood up and started yelling at them in a mix between French and English, but Gilbert and Antonio wouldn't stop laughing at his high pitched voice, until finally Francis broke and started laughing too.
Eventually, they ran out of balloons, and it became late enough that they had to head back to their own rooms. Gilbert walked back to his room, his bad mood returning as he felt angry and... jealous? Over Matthew talking to other people. He knew that he shouldn't be, but it still irritated him deeply that it couldn't just be him and Matthew as friends.
He shoved the door open to see Matthew laying in bed, and Gilbert was tempted to go over and apologise, for a moment, because, though the Canadian wasn't facing him, he looked sad. But when he saw the blue tulip sitting on Matthew's desk, and he instead walked over to his own area and got ready for bed without a word.
A/N: Poor Mattie and Gilbert, I am so hard on you.
Anyways, I don't have much to say, but I am losing some of my motivation, as no one is commenting (haven't I told you comments give me life?), but I will not give up!
I am sticking with this story!
But comments are seriously amazing, and I appreciate anything and everything you have on suggestions for plot and such.
Also, I need to know if I should stick with the PruCan that is definitely coming, with the direction this is heading. There is still time to vote on my poll!