Sweet Symphony

Chapter 4

Disclaimer – I Still Don't Own Hetalia :c

Just so you know: Rating now 'M' because of the F-bomb

"That's ridiculous Gil you don't mean that! You can't possibly mean what you're saying, it's ludicrous." Mr. Jones was obviously freaking out hardcore and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the inevitable. Gil had stayed late after school that Friday nothing all unusual really but now here he was telling his teacher that he was sexually attracted to him and him and his teacher was obviously not taking it well.

"Shut up Jonsey, I'm being serious. I fucking like you, now be a man and deal with it."

"Deal with it? Kid, this is all kinds of wrong."

"Whatever."

"One: you're underage. Two: you're my student. Three: you're a guy. Four: you're like a little brother to me. I can't Gil."

"What does being a guy have to do with anything?"

"Dude chillax already, I'm… I'm not gay."

"What the fuck ever you practically obsess over that newbie alto, Matthew."

"N-no I don't"

"Oh okay Jonesy cuz spending almost all the free time after class with him isn't absolutely fucking obvious."

"He's just a fun kid there's nothing wrong with that."

"You used to spend a bunch of time with me but apparently like every other man in the world you prefer blondes."

"Look Gil I care about you like a brother but nothing more. I'm sorry honestly I am."

Mr. Jones began to walk away back to his office only mildly hearing Gilbert's final words, "This isn't over Jonsey. If I can't have you neither can that kid, dammit." Gil left through the band hall doors slamming them in his in his wake. Mr. Jones sighed, this isn't what he'd planned at all, nothing like what he wanted. Why was it that Mr. Kirkland and Gil were both so convinced that he liked Matthew? There wasn't anything there, nothing to base these accusations on. Matthew wasn't anything, not really. Matthew was a good young musician; he was kind and polite, easy to talk to and didn't beg for attention. Anyone could see that.

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Vash is a kind of severe demeanor kind of boy, pretty quiet, and pretty serious. He and Matthew however got along well. What to most people came off as rude and presumptuous Matthew could see through and write off as miscommunication. Matthew's placid personality countered Vash's well. At first Vash scared Matthew a great deal but Matthew adjusted just fine. They were friends yes ,but they didn't tell each other every single detail of everything. They talked about school, teachers, band, food and that was pretty much it. Their topics were pointless but nonetheless they enjoyed each other's company. It was because they didn't try to pry into each other's personal lives that things became rather heavy when Vash brought up a particular subject. They were in their English Literature class doing nothing per say just sitting neglecting their already completed assignments when Vash turned and stared at him with serious yet pensive looking cool blue eyes.

"Does Mr. Jones mean anything to you?"

Shock. Him too?

"Not really, he's a good teacher."

"No, does he mean anything to you on an emotional level?"

"N-n-no."

"Regardless of your feelings then, Gilbert has it out for you. I'd be careful."

"Gil? Who told you that?"

Vash pointed across the class room to where Roderich was seated studiously working in a diligent fashion. Matthew vaguely knew of their frenemy status, so whatever Gil was planning to do was probably a pretty big deal if he'd put aside their differences to warn Vash on Matthew's behalf.

"Vash, why do so many people see something between me and Mr. Jones that isn't there?"

Vash shrugged, "Because its high school and people need something to obsess over?"

Matthew figured that was true, but really why him? Matthew hadn't done anything to anyone. He rested his head on the table and sulked. Vash put a comforting hand on Matthew's head and mildly ruffled his hair giving him a rare smile, "You'll be fine, and I'll back you up." Due to this simple reassurance from his usually unbiased friend Matthew felt a glimmer of hope.

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"What is this? He thinks I was joking! God Jones is stupid." Gilbert was pacing his room ranting to himself. "He doesn't get it! I fucking want him and he has the nerve to deny me over Blondielocks? Lame. Ugh but what to do? Sabotage? Black mail? Do I bloody the kid up? So many possibilities, but what to do?" Gilbert was a fair distance past rational reasoning at that moment. He wasn't really that kind of a person, definitely not, he'd just never dealt with a hear break before and if this was any indication it drove him to be a little more extreme. It wasn't his fault Matthew was going to have to pay, it really wasn't. However it was Matthew's fault Mr. Jones didn't want him and for that Matthew couldn't be pardoned.

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Life continued without much of a hitch. Besides the initial informative statement that Gil was singling out Matthew nothing had happened. Matthew and Vash were still the best of odd friends and everything else was normal. Eliz hadn't heard anything from Gil and it had been a week already, and Mr. Jones was going about as if nothing had happened at all. The only thing that was different was that Mr. Jones and Gil hadn't spoken a word to each other. Matthew was becoming anxious. If Gil was going to do something why hadn't he made a move yet? Well if it was because of Mr. Jones then Matthew was just going to ignore him as much as possible. That would be fine right? Then nobody could insinuate debaucherous relationships between them because seriously there wasn't one to begin with. Sadly avoiding Mr. Jones like the plague was proving to be harder than trying to avoid sand in a desert. Matthew had his class everyday and now that he and Gilbert weren't talking Matthew was getting even more attention, which probably wasn't a good thing with Gil's threat still ringing in his ears. Even with Matthew wishing slightly that Mr. Jones' attention wouldn't give Gil a reason to hate him more, he couldn't deny he liked having a teacher acknowledge him for once. Rather, he liked attention from Mr. Jones, but purely for platonic reasons.

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Vash strode up to Matthew after band one day, "I thought it would be beneficial for you to know that I overheard Beilschmidt talking to Antonio, that one guy from the theater department, and if I heard right he's making his move soon…" Matt's eyes widened a bit at the news. It had been a month and a half and school was already going to be ending for the year and now Gil wants to make a move? He wondered what would be in store for him; unfortunately he didn't have to ponder over it long. Things were already in motion.

Everybody at their lunch table was present sans a certain albino. Nobody mentioned it and it probably didn't bother any of the others but Vash and Matthew took note and exchanged worried glances besides that though they did nothing and ate their lunches in silence listening to the other's conversations. The bell rang releasing every one into the hall way and shuffling away to their respective lockers. As Matthew moved closer to his own locker the louder the student body's voice grew. He could hear their snickering and feel eyes on him, something that was very rare indeed since almost no one ever gave him the time of day. Now Matthew wasn't a daft boy, he knew something was running amuck. He knew that whatever Gilbert had been planning he'd officially done. Matthew finally made it to his locker his heart plummeting. Across it's beige surface was the word 'Faggot' in big angry red letters, and like in every bad teen movie he'd ever seen the word was accompanied by a pretty obvious part of the male anatomy. Wow. Just wow. Matt had been expecting Gil to attack him physically but this was a whole different battlefield. This was public humiliation and to Matthew's dismay the word and drawing were in permanent marker. As much as it sucked to have the word on his locker screaming out his supposed sexuality, he had class to get to and he knew Eliz would be dying to hear of this new development.

A/N: oh dangg ~ Gil's finally made a move! Any thoughts or suggestions? Hope you liked this turn of events. I made a Hetalia slideshow and put it on youtube my channel is under sentheticxsensation (yes spelled wrong). Mind you if you watch it, its kinda poo cuz I have a poo movie program. Reviews?