Sorry, I disappeared! Forgot to say, I started at uni and we didn't have internet until a week ago ^^;; You may now all shoot me.

Matthew had underestimated what clingy sleepers they both were. Somehow overnight, He had managed to wrap his leg around Gilbert, who had snuggled right into him, his t-shirt riding up to expose his stomach. His brother was stood in the doorway, smirking as he gazed at the two on the bed. In all honesty, it looked pretty sweet. Or at least it did until he remembered that was Gilbert that his brother was holding. Not a girl. The smirk soon turned into a frown. Matthew mumbled a little, blinking awake. He frowned as he realised the position he was in, and then blushed when memory came back. Alfred couldn't resist it, bringing his hand to his mouth he coughed, in exactly the same way dad always did before he was about to tell the two off them off for something. Matthew jumped; still not awake, before seeing his brother and his shit-eating grin "Al! Are you trying to give me a heart attack, eh?"

The other just fell about laughing, watching his brother and his new bed partner "Nice night, huh?"

His brother blushed "Nothing happened!"

"Really?" Alfred teased, grin widening "And yet you're all over each other like that~ you sure you weren't having your way Matthew Williams?"

"No!" he squeaked, then looked down as Gilbert shifted, worried that he'd woken the other up "What do you want Al?"

Gilbert was awake. But he didn't dare open his eyes. He'd forgotten about Alfred...

Alfred smirked, stretching slightly "I forgot my wallet~" He laughed, watching his sibling's reactions "Are you sure you weren't up to something~? Your neck's all red!"

"No! We fell asleep watching something is all!" he sighed "Are you in my room for anything or not?"

"Hmm. nah." Alfred turned on his heel and stormed out of the room "Have fun! I'll be off again in a minute! Enjoy your fuck Mattie! God knows you've earned it~"

"It's not a fuck!" Matthew yelled after him, before muttering to himself "It's not like you're getting any..."

Gilbert waited until he heard the front door slam to say anything "He's not?" The white haired boy asked, gazing up at the other.

Matthew jumped again as he realised the albino was awake. "Oh...no" he grinned to himself "He makes out that he is, but half the time, he's out gaming with a friend rather than with a girl"

"Seriously?" Gilbert laughed, looking up still "Your brother is more likely to be wanking over a videogame than in a girl? I thought he was the cock of the school?"

Matthew smiled "I did say he can act."

He just kept laughing: "Well then! I guess we better stick him in the panto then."

Matthew nodded, laughing lightly with him "I can get him to take part" he said confidently.

After a discussion with the principal, it was announced in assembly that this school pantomime was holding rehearsals and after some looking over the curriculum, it had been decided that it would count towards the citizenship thing that kept changing its name.

Matthew looked around at the assembled "cast". There were more than he'd anticipated, but he guessed since Mr Vargas had said this would count towards that weird citizenship thing, most were grabbing the chance to tick it off. Gilbert, being Gilbert was currently taking the piss out of his two best friends who'd both been forced into doing the panto so they wouldn't fail the year. Dragging Francis in by the arm he deposited him in the nearest seat and bounced onto the stage to join Mattie, smiling at him. Matthew gave him a grateful smile "Do you think this is everyone?"

"It's almost half the year group Mattie," Gilbert pointed out, smiling a little despite himself "Wanna try doing a register to check?"

Mattie blushed "No..." he cleared his throat "Umm, excuse me! If we could start now..." Nobody had even noticed Matthew being in the room, so of course, took no notice. He tried speaking as loud as he dared "E-excuse me...!" And yet again nobody noticed, too busy watching the sudden encounter between the Englishman and the Frenchman on the floor.

"You take that back, wanker!" Arthur yelled, attempting to strangle the Frenchman, which was proving difficult as said Frenchman had hold of his wrists and was trying to pin him to the floor. Francis smirked, watching his prey writhing bellow him,

"You don't mean that, cher! You want me all over you!"

Arthur turned redder, bringing up his knee to kick Francis in the stomach "I'd rather die!"

"Really?" he purred, licking his lips and leaning down much closer and ignoring the pain in his stomach from Arthur's knee, wincing a little.

"Bloody...get off!" the boy yelled, rising up to head-butt Francis square in the forehead

Francis was too used to it, diving sideways and escaping from the other boy and scrambling to his feet with a grin "Better luck next time, cher!"

"Ex...cuse me..." Matthew watched with mounting worry, turning to Gilbert "This is never going to work is it?"

"Huh?" gilbert glanced back at the other, suddenly seeming to remember he was there "oh! No, sorry!"

Matthew sighed as he watched Arthur chase after Francis, spitting with rage "We're never even going to start at this rate!"

"We will soon, do you think he'll ever catch Francis up? That Frenchman can move!" he laughed, watching the two of them run around.

"Gil..." Matthew looked up at him with a worried expression "Is this going to happen every rehearsal?"

"Well," Gilbert turned with a laugh and watched the other boy, smiling at him "Probably, unless you put them all on a leash or something Matthew..."

The Canadian bit his lip "This is going to be a disaster" he mumbled as there was a loud yell and a crash of several stacks of chairs falling over

Gilbert winced at the noise, finally starting to lose his temper with the group "Mattie, did you bring a megaphone or something?"

Matthew shook his head "I can get Alfred?"

"Or let me try?" he growled, folding his arms and looking at the group.

"If you think you can get them to listen..."

"Trust me." Gilbert turned with a glare, eyes trained on the rest of the group: "Oi! Idiots!" A few of the group closer to him turned, but the rest kept egging on the two fighters who were now arguing over who had knocked the chairs. Gilbert didn't often lose his temper, but right now was going to be one of those moments. Mattie watched eyes wide as the boy's eyes narrowed and he appeared to stop breathing. "MY AWESOMENESS IS SPEAKING. LOOK OVER HERE BEFORE SOMEONE LOSES THEIR BALLS."

Well, that got attention, everyone turned to stare as Mattie blushed at all the eyes staring in their direction. "Right! Thank God." Gilbert stormed across the stage and took centre, starting to read though the list that he and Matthew had written together. It was a list of parts and roles that needed filling. Matthew nodded and mumbled to Gilbert that they should start with casting Aladdin. Gilbert grinned, starting to hand around the song lyrics with a smile as he watched the reactions as people were told they would have to sing.

"Why do we all have to aru?" Yao asked "What if some of us just want to work backstage?"

"That's not what this is about!" Gilbert laughed "Wang, we all know you can sing so don't hide it!"

Yao flushed, taking the song sheet "I'm not just talking about me..." he muttered, glaring at the words.

Gilbert ignored him, just smirking as he looked at the Asian boys panic. Jumping back onto the stage he looked around at them all, smiling happily "So! Who fancies having a sing? Kesesesese!"

Somehow however things soon escalated once again.

"FOR THE LAST TIME, FROG, STOP PUTTING ME OFF!"

"Distracting you? Zat is complete rubbish cher, if you're too afraid don't blame it on me!" Francis folded his arms, glaring up at the other boy angrily.

"I'm not afraid; you're making bloody kissy faces at me!" The English boy replied hotly, looking uncomfortable on the stage.

"And you don't like it?" the French boy teased, flicking his hair over one shoulder: "Come on Arthur~ it is really zat obvious that you want zis~"

Arthur blushed hard "Do you want me to come down there and rip that smirk off your face Francis, because I swear to god I will!"

"Only because you want to kiss it lapin!"

"Shut up!" The boy launched himself off the stage onto the French boy, attempting to strangle him.

Francis didn't quite move quick enough and suddenly found himself stuck underneath a rather angry English boy. His yell of pain and annoyance acted like a trigger to the entire room. In seconds the boys were all attacking each other, only a few seemed to be trying to escape the feud. Matthew watched with horror as the room exploded. Something in him snapped as he saw Sadiq and Heracles trying to claw each other's eyes out and he ran from the room.

Gilbert had been far too busy to notice Matthew's distress; he was enjoying cheering Lovino on as he was pinned down to the floor by a rather irritable Antonio once again. It was only when he felt the movement that he looked around, suddenly realising what Matthew had done and froze. Sudden anger starting to build as he rose to his feet in sinister silence. This went unnoticed by the others, too occupied by trying to harm with the minimum amount of getting hurt. Gilbert crossed the room, clambering up onto the stage and grabbing the microphone, holding it as close to the speaker system as he could, the screaming feedback ripping though the rabble. The lot of them winced, turning to look, surprised at the perpetrator.

"Listen to me!" Gilbert yelled, glaring around at the lot of them "Stop fighting! It's just not awesome. Okay? You lot all signed up and said you do this and all you want to do is fight!"

"Yeah, well he started it!" Yelled some anonymous voice from within the scrum.

"Think I give a shit who started it?" the German boy yelled back, glaring in the right direction "Just get out! All of you! And don't be surprised if this gets cancelled!"

There was grumbling of varying degrees of relief as they trooped out, mainly over a wasted lunch hour. Matthew looked out from backstage as they left. Gilbert just sighed, dumping himself down on the edge of the stage and kicking his legs off the side, looking down on them as he rested his chin in his hand, glad of the silence "Matthew?" he asked curiously at the sound of movement behind him.

Matthew quietly came out, his eyes a little red but otherwise looking normal "S-sorry you had to do that Gil..."

Gilbert glanced back, and noticed the change in Matthew's eyes. Only just managing to hold himself back from hugging the other he patted the spot beside him on the stage "It's fine, honestly."

Matthew nodded, sitting beside him "I was stupid to think we could do this, half of them don't even want to be here!"

Gilbert really couldn't help himself, resting and arm over Matthew's shoulders and smiling a little "Don't be so defeated already. It's not awesome, we'll figure it out!"

"How? We won't even get past auditions; everyone will kick up a fuss about our choices!" Matthew wailed, curling up.

"Uh..." the German frowned, thinking a little as he ran his hand up Matthew's back and into his hair, stroking it the same way he did to Francis whenever he was upset.

Matthew shivered slightly at the touch on his neck, before smiling up at him "I'm sorry I got you involved in a dud."

"Hush. I've got an idea." Gilbert frowned, looking sideways at the other boy "Roderich mentioned something about doing it randomly, not that I went to him for help or anything..."

"Randomly?" Matthew answered, looking at him curiously "What do you mean?"

"Like a raffle. Y'know, like those weird things you get at a fair..."

"That's a bit risky isn't it?" he asked, but looking interested.

"It's just an idea Matthew." he frowned, still toying with the others blonde locks, rather liking the intimacy.

"I guess it would mean they couldn't blame us if it was by chance...but what if we got really terrible people in the parts?"

"You weren't planning on doing it properly were you?" Gilbert grinned, looking sideways again, red eyes starting to sparkle "We're gonna set them all up! Come on, it'll be awesome. We know who everyone will be good at right?"

"Eh? Well, I know which parts some people would be good at..." Matthew murmured, thinking "And I know a few people who really are backstage people..."

"Like your Polish friend?" Gilbert grinned, watching as the other suddenly started to look inspired again "And my own stupid brother and his little boyfriend?"

"Can't Feli act?" Matthew asked, thinking about it "I know Alfred would be better acting than doing anything technical"

"Feli can act, so can his brother." he pouted, thinking hard: "and so can Antonio, Francis too and Arthur if you really want to think about it..."

Matthew pulled a notebook out and began writing "So Alfred, Feli, Antonio, Francis and Arthur can act, Ludwig and Feliks can't..." he murmured as he wrote "Kiku is better at the whole technical side too..."

"Toris will need to stay with Feliks I'm guessing...my awesome can act!" he grinned, posing like he belonged in an old Shakespeare play.

"You want to take part?" Matthew asked, surprised "I thought you wanted to direct?"

"I would, if you really needed me to Matthew." he grinned, "But anyway! That Turkish guy can act, so can that Nordic lot."

"I don't know about the Greek and the Egyptian though...and I really don't know what to do with Ivan..."

"Well, stick em in the maybe list?" Gilbert was thinking, a sudden grin stretching across his lips: "Hey, Matthew?"

"Yeah?"

"Think I could talk Antonio into a dress?" he asked, grinning.

Matthew coughed in surprise "Like the dame?"

"Ja! Exactly!" Gilbert laughed, bounding to his feet and grinning.

Matthew smiled "We can do it in front of them next time then" He closed the book "It's simple enough to rig a hat with names in it"

Gilbert offered him his hands, helping the other to his feet and holding him tight, arms around him.

"Err, Gil?" Matthew asked, a little awkwardly "Why are you hugging me?"

Gilbert froze, trying to think fast of something that could pass as an excuse for why he'd done that: "C-cos I'm infecting ya with my awesomeness, kesesesese~"

"OK..." Matthew answered nervously "Thanks Gil..."

Gilbert let go, grinning still despite looking very embarrsed: "heh. I'd better get to class! See ya Matthew."

"See you..." Matthew mumbled, as they left in different directions

Hopefully this is good? Am I forgiven? Thank you to everyone who faved and reviewed and as always, thank you to Ameriiko for writing this with me!

Still need princess names! Please give suggestions in a review! We need a good one before next chapter!