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Matthew's POV
I sit across from Alfred and watch him as he shovels down spoonful after spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He still speaks on, talking cheerfully despite the fact I can't understand what he's saying. When he finally stops to take a breath, I speak up.
"Alfred, I'm sorry, but please don't talk with your mouth full. I can't understand you." He swallows the rest of his ice cream.
"Sorry dude!" He takes another giant bite from his quadruple scoop banana split with extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
"How's Arthur?" Alfred perks up at the mention of his much beloved boyfriend.
"He's doing great! His cooking, not so much though, and all of his magical friends live with us. Poor Tony, he has to share his room with a bunch of faeries." I chuckle softly. Alfred seems to have forgotten the fact that Arthur was the one to let him move in.
"Poor Tony." He nods quickly.
"I know dude! I still love Arthur though. He's so cute! Especially when he's mad!" He starts to laugh, "Man, you should've been there! Tony doesn't like Arthur too much because he thinks I'll forget about him and he'll go homeless like what that Kiku guy did to his friends and I'm like whatever dude! I would never do that! I'm a hero, not a loser! So, anyway the other day Tony shaved all of Arthur's eyebrows while he was asleep! Hahaha! Man Arthur was sooo mad! I thought he was gonna put some sick voodoo spell on Tony, but he didn't. Well, not yet. Should I be worried? Oh no! Dude! Tony is home alone with him!" I calm him down.
"I'm sure he's fine. Doesn't he have a spaceship if he needs to escape?"
"Of course! How could I have forgotten that he has a spaceship?! He will be fine! Although, it would be interesting to see them fight! Then I could record it and put it on TV! I gotta start carrying a camera with me now! Hahaha that would be so sweet!" He takes another huge bit of ice cream. After being strangely quiet for a few moments he starts to speak again.
"So Matthew, you haven't dated anyone in a while. Not since that Cuban last year. What happened to him?"
"We just decided that it would be better if we just stayed as friends." I don't want to mention the fact that sometimes that he used to mistake me as my brother and would freak out on me. He thought it would be better like if we broke up because he didn't want to give me another bruise. I still do miss him though; he was my first true love.
"Is there anyone you like?" I blush, but I know I can't tell him that I like Gilbert. Although they are close friends I know that Al would disapprove of me dating "the bad boy"
"Eh, no." He rolls his bright blue eyes.
"You're a terrible liar. Who do you like?" He's going to find out one way or another, might as well be me to tell him.
"Matthew, come on dude. We're brothers! We're supposed to tell each other everything." I stare down at my milkshake, still hesitant to tell him. He reaches over and starts to poke me.
"Is it someone I know? Dude, you're killing me here! Tell me!" I meekly swat his hand away.
"Okay, just please stop poking me." He withdraws his hand and stares at me excitedly.
"Well who is it?!" I take in a deep breath and close my eyes.
"It's Gilbert." I take a peek through my bands at him and he stares at me with a guarded expression.
"Matthew. . . He isn't the best influence on you." I take a sip from my milkshake and start to argue quietly.
"Look, I can take care of myself. I'm not a baby. If he is such a bad influence on me, why did you let him move in with me?" Alfred takes off his glasses and sets them on the table.
"I know, but you're my brother . . ." He stops talking and I start to get nervous. I look up from my hands, that are folded in front of me, and to Alfred. His eyes are soft and he wears a gentle smile.
"And he is also one of my closest friends. I want you to be happy and I can see that when you're around him you are happy." I beam at him, he cracks his knuckles and his gaze darkens, "But if he hurts you, I'll beat him to a bloody pulp. I have a baseball bat somewhere." My eyes widen and I quickly shake my head.
"Alfred!" His smile returns and he laughs good naturally.
"Oh hey, he's playing soccer with me tomorrow. Maybe I'll beat him up then?"
"No Alfred! Don't, please!" He lets out another laugh.
"I was kidding dude! We need to gang up on Ivan and beat him up! We will be heroes! Well, I will be the hero and he will be my sidekick!" I roll my eyes.
"Please just be nice to him?" He ruffles my hair.
"Fine, only because you're my favourite brother in the whole world."
"I'm your only brother."
Gilbert's POV
I can't believe Gilbird and Kumajirou ate all my beer flavoured ice cream. I think to myself as I sulk on the couch and flick through television channels, nothing really catches my awesome attention until I see a documentary about Germany. I think about Ludwig, I feel a twinge of sadness. Maybe I was a little bit harsh on him? I kinda miss always hanging around with him. . . Even if he is a Debbie Downer most of the time. I flick out my cell phone from my pants pocket and go to speed dial. A voice picks up on the third ring.
"Hallo." His voice is as terse as ever. No surprise there. I hear a muffled voice shout on the other line.
"Is that your fratello?! Ciiiao Gilbert!"The phone sounds like it got dropped and I hear a more shouts and tumbling around. I hear footsteps run and an obnoxious voice rings into my ear.
"Someone please help me!" I shout back into the phone.
"Feliciano?!"
"I'm lost! I was trying to talk to you in private about Ludwig and now I am lost! LOST! I'm too young to die! I never finished my painting! THE PASTA ISN'T DONE YET! IT WILL BE RUINED! Now Ludwig will only have that stupid wurst to eat!"
"But wurst is good."
"NO IT ISN'T!" I sigh; there is no hope for that boy.
"Okay, look around you. Tell me what is near you?"
"I-I'm in a field next to a pond. . . And a kitty! Veee~ she's so cute! Ciao bella! You're so fluffy! Oww! Don't lick me! S-stop!" I speak sternly into the phone.
"Hey, you're being unawesome right now. Put down the cat. What else is around you?"
"An old barn." He's by the track. Mein Gott. How did he get there so quickly?! I stand up and throw on my black leather jacket.
"I know where you are at. I'll see you in a bit." I set out to the track and eventually see Feliciano. He runs up to me and gives me a big hug with that damn cat sitting on his head.
"I thought I was going to die out here! Thank you for saving me!" He falls quiet and tries to look over my shoulder; I hear a deep voice pierce through the darkness.
"Bruder, we need to talk."
Author's Note
Dun dun dun! :o will Ludwig and Gilbert mend broken ties?
So remember that hypothalamus paper I had to write? Yupp, I had to present it in front of my class. Did I forget to mention that I stutter quite terribly when I am nervous and I already mumble to begin with? I think I got a poor grade. Oh well. My sister is still sick, and now I believe I am starting to get sick as well. Yeah, isn't she a nice sister . Next chapter will be up on Saturday! :D
