After their Spanish friend fled from them, the other two of the trio decided to retire to their usual hang out stop outside behind the school. Gilbert didn't want to be bothered with carrying around his backpack so he split up with Francis to put it away in his locker. All the heavier than hell books he never even looked at were shoved inside and was glad to be rid of the weight.

Shutting the metal door a little to hard than needed, but he liked the sound. He was just about to head back to where Francis was waiting, but when he turned he slammed straight into someone and knocked them to the ground.

The blond stranger landed on their rear end with a squeak, clutching his binder and books to his chest as he fell.

"Shit...Dude are you okay?" The Prussian asked, not finding that awesome at all, he reached down to offer a hand and help the dude up.

It was ignored and the kid got up, dusting himself off a little, keeping his head low. "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." A ridiculously soft voice apologized.

"Ah, no dude it was my-" Tried to say, only to be cut off by strings of sorrys as the kid backed up. Gilbert frowned, a paper the guy dropped catching his eye. "Hey you-"

"Again, I'm sorry, I have to go." The nervous teen sputtered and darted off before the Prussian could mention the paper or protest.

"Shit that kid was in a hurry." Gilbert mutter, scratching the back of his head. "Oh right..." He bent down and picked up the paper, giving it a quick glance over in case it was important. Nothing is more annoying than losing your homework.

There was no name on it and no title, so it wasn't like he'd be able to get it back to the guy, having no clue who he was. It was a good reason to just dismiss it and throw it away but as his crimson eyes scanned the first few sentences, it was much harder to stop.

'This seems silly...no one will ever see this, even if they did, it wouldn't be of much interest to them. Let's see, a secret, what exactly do I have that's a secret? Its not as if I have anyone to talk to about anything, so I supposed I have nothing but secrets.

I'm easily forgotten, I blend into the room like I'm the paper on the wall or the paint on the wood. I could never be bothered to be very loud or talk much and it seems to make people think I don't exist anymore.

A thousand thoughts in my head and not a single thing to say, my parents used to be concerned about that, but now they actually forget they have two sons. Its hard not to get over shadowed by him, he's so outgoing and loud. He gets all these awards in sports or whatever. I feel bad, but he's the golden boy and I'm the unneeded son.'

The Prussian gripped the page as his heart clenched with sympathy. How could anyone FORGET they have another son!? He had no idea who this dude was, but he wanted to give the poor bastard a hug!

'My whole life I have felt left out or forgotten completely. To many times to count I was left behind somewhere because they had the perfect son and didn't think there was anything a miss. They would leave me at stores, places we visited or even at school.

I once missed the bus, I had told him to wait for me, ask the bus to wait just a little while, but even he forgot. I was minutes late and they were gone, my brother laughing with his friends in the back. So I stayed there, for hours, way past the sunset.

Why would they notice?

As it got darker, it started getting colder and I finally realized, how could it have taken so long, but I wasn't important enough to worry about. They didn't even notice I wasn't home.

Life is all about survival of the fittest, but I wasn't fit to survive.'

That was the last line on the page, the last straw for the boy who wrote it and for the Prussian. That was just to much for him, he wasn't much of emotional person, but that really got to him. He knew what it was like to be pushed aside and forgotten, Gilbert learned quick if you want to be seen you have got to get loud. This kid never seemed to take that road and kept quiet and invisible.

"I've gotta find that kid...and like hug him or something." Gilbert decided, not a huge plan, but reading something so personal and getting right into the kid's head made him feel like he had to do something! The Prussian was invested and worried the guy would off himself if he didn't get a hug. Hugs are supposed to make people feel happy, wanted and that they matter. As his touchy feely two best friends keep telling him...as they hug-raped him all the freaking time.

One problem though...Gilbert had no idea who this guy was! He didn't really see his face, just the top of his head and that was pretty much it. There was no name on the paper either and in the writing no names were used, not even for the shitty brother. Who forgets their own brother?! That's just stupid! Gilbert felt personally offended by it, he was an awesome brother, even if the younger German might argue, he'd do anything for Ludwig.

It was going to be a challenge to figure it out, but luckily for him, he knew just the guy to ask about it. Francis knew everyone in school for one reason or another and would bound to be able to figure it out. So without a second thought, Gilbert continued on his way back to where his best friend was waiting for him.

Unsurprisingly, Francis was found close to their hang out area, flirting with some girl who must have no idea who he was. The French teen was having no trouble wooing the poor thing, falling for his every line. Gilbert had no time for that, though.

"Hey, Franny, I need to talk to you." The Prussian stepped between them to get the blond's attention. "Like, now."

Francis blinked almost put off by the serious tone and expression on his laid back friend's face, knowing it would have to be serious. He bid farewell to his female company and took his best friend off to their spot to discuss the matter.

"What is it, mon ami?" Giving complete focus.

"I need to find someone."

Francis' eyes lit up in joy. "Ah~ Finally, of course I will help~ Tell me what you are looking for and I shall send you on your journey of L'Amour~"

"What? No! Not like that, idiot!" Gilbert defended, jeez, it was all Francis ever thought about, love and romance and getting laid. "I ran into some one and they...dropped something and I need to give back to them."

"Ohohoho, of course, of course. I am very discrete~" Francis winked, already plotting a way to play match maker in his head.

"Dude! Stop it! I'm serious! I don't know their name for gott's sake!"

Francis faultered, disappointed he didn't get to set his friend up after all, he always wanted to since the Prussian's last...disastrous romance. Francis wanted to heal him of that and give Gilbert some happiness.

"Fine...why do you need to find them so badly?" Francis asked curiously, it wasn't like his rowdy friend to care so much about a stranger.

"I told you, they dropped something." Gilbert didn't want to say, it was bad enough he read something so personal and didn't want to invade the dude's life more than he had, at least not by sharing it with friends.

"What did they drop?" Confused at what could be so important to hunt down a stranger.

"That's not important, okay? It's just something I'm sure they'd want back." Francis wanted to question further but the Prussian didn't give him a chance. "I only got a quick look at him when he ran into me. I'm pretty sure it was a guy anyway...He was blond, I thiiink he may have had glasses, really soft spoken, about this tallish." He held his hand up using himself as something to compare to. "He would be very quiet usually and he apologized like waaaay to much, he'd probably be a loner and be in the corner of the room."

Francis stared deadpanned at him. "How do you know that...I thought you only spoke for a moment?"

"Just...I guessed, now do you have any idea's who that might be?"

"Well, it is a bit vague...lots of blonds at our school...not sure if they are all quiet. It really does sound a bit like...not that I can be certain, but it might be Matthew. He over apologizes for the smallest of things." He tilted his head, not sure though. Countless students, many of them being blond, but not all of them that quiet. Francis knew a large amount of the school population but that didn't mean he knew everyone.

"Matthew? Its worth a shot, know where he'd be about now?" They still had twenty minutes left of lunch and it was just enough time to find the guy and give it back.

"It's a chance, certainly. Well, I am not all that sure about where he always is, but perhaps he's on the roof, I've eaten lunch with him a few times there. In the back corner if I recall." The words just left his mouth when his silver haired friend's back was to him and he was on his new mission.

"Mon dieu, that boy needs help..." The French teen sighed, seeking out the new companion he was acquiring.

Now with something to go on, the Prussian teen had new determination for his mission! Gilbert didn't pause to think of what ever it was he was going to do when he found the writer of the paper he wished to return. He was always more of make it up as you go sorta dude and that was more than likely what would unfold. Ridiculous and more than likely awkward things.

Past all the lockers in the abandoned hallways was the door to the stairs leading up to roof. It was not restricted to students, but it also wasn't widely know that it was okay to up there. It was mostly empty unless the more rowdy kids wanted to get to as noisy as they wanted without being scolded by the teachers.

Because of this, Gilbert wasn't to surprised that it was dead quiet on the roof; the only noise around was the soft murmur of student chatter from the ground. The roof space that was accessibly was spacious so the Prussian started to scan the area.

He walked around, hoping he'd see the blond some time soon, didn't really have time to waste if he wasn't even here. Gilbert struck paid dirt when he discovered the boy he ran into earlier sitting in the corner. The blond was eating some...sort of cake? Maybe? Or weird bread out of some Tupperware.

"Hey..." Oh yes, the Prussian was a genius.

Violet eyes looked up at him behind oval glasses, the orbs were rather stunning and not a color Gilbert was used to. Not being one to talk with deep crimson eyes, but it was something he appreciated. The violet irises seemed to be sizing him up, not judging just examining him while the blond pushed his slipping glasses up.

The blond, Matthew if the Prussian remembered what he was told correctly, kinda just looked him up and down before returning to lunch. No actual sign that Gilbert was heard and certain to indication that he was going to respond either.

Gilbert, the ever narcissist and attention seeker, did not take very kindly to being ignored. A light frown took to his features as he repeated his greeting. This time the blond didn't even look up, instead he took some bottle he had and poured the amber thick liquid over his weird bread cake...stuff.

"Hey!" Upping his volume. "When someone says hello you are supposed to say it back, at least pay attention when awesome is speaking." Gilbert huffed, lightly kicking the boy's sneaker to get his attention better.

The blond seemed startled, like he believed Gilbert had been some sort of ghost the whole time. Those bright violet eyes widened as he looked up.

"W-What?" A soft voice, almost a whisper squeaked from the blond. Gilbert was certain now, definitely was the guy he was looking for.

"I said, hello like...a millions times! Ignoring people is super rude, man. " The Prussian crossed his arms over his chest, looking down expectantly at the teen. Sadly, he was given his apology along with a billion more that he didn't ask for. "Okay okay! You're forgive or whatever jeez!"

"I-I'm sorry..." He mumbled, casting down his eyes.

"Don't worry about it...a-anyway, I'm here for a reason! Um..well...let's see..." Now his whole make it up as he went plan was starting to suck. "See, when you ran into me in the hall earlier you-" He was cut off by a babble of more apologies.

"I'm s-sorry, I w-wasn't watching where I was g-going! It w-wasn't on purpose! P-Please don't beat me up!" The blond looked honestly panicked and fearful.

Gilbert held up his hands to show he meant no harm. "Whoa, whoa! Calm down there buddy, I'm not gonna freaking beat you up. Who the hell does that? No one beats people up for just bumping into ya in the hall." The Prussian sighed, it was awkward talking to someone who was sitting. "Could you maybe...stand up...this is weird talking like this." He muttered as an after thought.

The blond teen put his lunch food aside and stood up, tugging at the slight to big red hoodie he was wearing, all like he was trying to pull it around him more. He was trying to hide, which Gilbert didn't get, since he knew the kid wanted to be seen.

"So, look, Matthew right?" Gilbert started, digging in his pocket to take the folded piece of paper.

"E-Eh!? H-How do you know my name!?" Matthew looked even more scared than earlier, it was starting to get on the Prussian's nerves, he wasn't that frightening!

"A friend of mine told me, now, look, I am trying to make a point here!" Matthew made a little eeping noise and shut his mouth, Gilbert would have been more annoyed if he wasn't feeling a tad guilty, holding out the paper. "Look, now...I didn't mean to read this...was just making sure it wasn't important or whatever...its why I found you."

Matthew was confused deeply, what paper could be important enough this weird, intimidating guy would go through the trouble of tracking him down? He timidly reached for the paper in case it was a trick, it had been a long while since he's been bullied or picked on, but that suspicion never really goes away. The Canadian took and quickly scanned the contents and even with it folded he knew instantly what it was.

That paper...about his secrets! His deepest, most private thoughts and this stranger read it!? And gave it back to him? Why, what the heck for! None of it made sense.

Matthew almost squealed when the silver haired teen started hugging him, why!? What in the world was happening here? His maple syrup must have gone bad and he was high or drunk or it was in his head!

But no, there were strong arms around him and a warm body against him. Matthew wanted to just...crawl under a rock and die.

"W-What?"

"S-Sorry...I didn't mean to and...yea..." Mumbled the extremely uncomfortable Prussian teen, not sure why he was doing this anymore. He hated hugging!

"W-Why are you hugging me?!" The Canadian sounded panicked and for good reason, he talked to this stranger for five minutes and now being hugged by him!

"I'm...not entirely sure anymore...but you need one...everyone needs one."

"I-If you don't know...please stop." Matthew squeaked.

"Right...that's a great idea..." Despite his words he wasn't letting go.

The Canadian near whined, he was so confused, this weird dude reads his stupid depressing thoughts and now is hugging him. To what? Make him feel better? It was a sucky attempt at that! He was uncomfortable and scared!

Gilbert coughed awkwardly as he let go and patted the other's shoulder, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. He moved back a few steps and tried to play it off like he didn't do something completely weird and stupid.

"So...yea...that's pretty much what I came here for..."

"To h-hug me?" Matthew just couldn't understand one bit of what just happened. The other looked like he wanted to bolt but he wanted an explanation. "W-Why? W-Who the heck are you?"

Gilbert looked at him, pushing his embarrassment aside. "My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt and yes, its an honor for you to meet me." He smirked, his cocky attitude resurfacing, his German accent always stronger when he was being full of himself. "And...well, I just know how it feels...sometimes...to blend into the walls..." He looked aside, hating being so open especially to a stranger.

"Wha..." Matthew bit his lip, that's what all this was about? Cause...they both knew what it was like to be forgotten easily? All this...Gilbert guy knows about him is what he read on his paper and went through the trouble to find out who the younger teen was. Where he would be and give him a hug and tell it was okay...no one has ever put so much effort in just for him. It was...well it was rather sweet.

"Yea, look, I'm sorry for freaking you out and everything, later!" Gilbert had never run faster away from a situation in his life! That was so embarrassing and not at all awesome!

"Wait...I...er..." Matthew mumbled as he watched the strange teen run away, he was at a loss, what was he supposed to do with that? He frowned at the empty space that was once occupied by the silver haired boy. Gilbert, now Matthew was sure he knew that name and he did look familiar. They could have a class together, the blond never really bothered paying attention to his class mates since they never payed him any either.

Matthew's head was spinning with so many questions, worries and stress. He never wanted anyone to read that paper, he cursed it and his school for bringing it up! He had more questions for Gilbert for what he said, even if they both understood that feeling, why tell him? Why bother?

It was all giving him a head ache and the shrill bell ringing in his ear didn't help. He gathered what was left of his lunch, putting it in his backpack.

"Well...it was certainly interesting..." Matthew wondered aloud. He also wondered if he'd see Gilbert again, a little part of him wanted to and the Canadian tried hard to smother that feeling. Matthew didn't need more false hope, it wasn't like he'd be making a friend. It was pity, that's why Gilbert came.

"Time for the rest of this bleak day..." He sighed and trudged to his class with a head full of thoughts and confusion. This week was definitely going to be interesting.