Unlikely Chapter Two

I kept seeing Arthur in the halls the rest of the day. He'd smiled and waved when he noticed me, but when he was with others, he seemed to have a scowl on constantly. It felt like he would only smile for me, making my heart flutter a little more.

When I arrived at home from practice, mother was in the kitchen making dinner. Our car wasn't in the driveway when Ivan dropped me off, so Alfred hadn't returned from his practice quite yet. Now was my chance to tell her what happened today.

She giggled with me and was overjoyed as well. She ket firing questions at me about them faster than I could answer, if I even knew the answer. We were too enraptured in our conversation to notice Alfred had arrived home.

The second he walked into the kitchen we both ended the giggles. Although our mom loves me and doesn't mind I'm gay, Alfred and dad are a little wary of me.

Alfred still loves me and talks to me, but our father hasn't, one of the many reasons for the divorce. They claim to be homophobic, but Al still jokes around with me by pretending to find a nice boy for me. He doesn't, however, invite any of his friends here and avoids my guy friends when they are here. He doesn't mind my girl friends although, he l flirts with them all the time.

Al rummaged around the refrigerator despite mother's warnings about dinner almost ready. After he finally found something, mom shooed us away claiming we were stinking up her kitchen.

"My goodness, two sweaty teenage boys in my kitchen," her nose wrinkled as she giggled. "Take a shower before you come back down for dinner. One can take my bathroom is you wish. Just don't mess around in there."

We rushed towards our rooms with Al calling her large master bathroom. I knew he'd take a little longer in there, so after my shower I went downstairs in search for a small vase to place my dying rose in. I was halfway up the stairs when Al came out and saw the rose.

He looked away without asking and went into his own room. He didn't bring it up until were were almost done with dinner.

Like always however, he had to make it into a joke. "Woh, so my bro's a man's man. How long have you two been goin at it?"

"Alfred," our mom scolded. "That is no way to treat your brother."

I shook my head, it didn't bother me as much anymore, and it was fun to tease him about it at times. "I just met them actually."

"Them? Wow, you are such a tease," he laughed. "Any advice for me with the ladies then?"

"Don't be jealous," I laughed back. "I can't be giving away my secrets."

Soon, all three of us were laughing and I told him my latest crushes. Still laughing, he shook his head in disapproval.

"Man, you've got the worst taste in men," he took a bite and continued to lecture me. Surprisingly, mom and I understood him through all that munching. "That Arthur guy is a royal pain in the ass and Francis is a man whore."

"Alfred! What your language!"

"It's true! Gilbert says Artie's been harping on him and he's friends with Francis, so he would know. Why don't you go out with... Tino or Feliciano?"

I roll my eyes at him. If he's not trying to find me a girl, he attempts at finding other guys. Usually they're straight so I never listen to him. "Tino's with Berwald and Feliciano's with Ludwig. I thought you'd know since Ludwig's in football with you."

"Well damn, he is? Oh, sorry mama," he chuckled when she gave him a look. "I thought Feli was straight, he's always chasing after pretty girls like Francis is. Then again, pretty girls are always around you too and you're...yeah. Okay."

He never actually admits I'm gay. It hurts me a little, but I also have to remember he's Al. So instead, I change the subject. "Oh, mom. I was thinking of joining the student council. It was actually Arthur and Francis that suggested it to me. What do you think?"

She loved the idea as well, but Al was skeptical again.

"Are you going to become a stick in the mud like Artie too?" He pouted, talking a bite of dessert now.

"Why do you keep calling him Artie? It's Arthur and you don't know him so you have no right to say mean things about him," I point my fork at him as he raises his hands in mock defense.

"Pardon me, it's just what I heard and have seen. Does the dude ever smile? 'Sides, you only just met him too! You can't defend him either then if you don't know him."

"He does too smile," I smirk. "Arthur smiled at me all day, and I think I will get to know him."

Alfred looked like a fish with his mouth wide open and his eyes dilated. "He asked you out already? I thought he was going out with that Indian girl."

It was my turn to become fishlike, but only for a moment. I still had Francis then.

"And I'm pretty sure the Frenchie going out with that African girl," Alfred felt like he had won as he took a big, final bite of his cake.

"I'll just have to cry to Juan about it," he was starting to get ticked off so I mentioned my best friend who Al hates.

"Hey now," Al stood to wash his dishes as our mom just watched our banter. "What do you need him for? You have a caring brother here."

"One who keeps shooting me down!" I couldn't stop my voice from rising.

"Aww, but your big brother just wants to protect you sweetie," mom finally broke in. She loved watching us argue then make up a few hours later. "Or he's just jealous that you've found two great guys and he has none."

I laugh as Alfred viciously denied it. "What? No way! I don't want any guys after me! And heroes aren't ever jealous, but I am trying to save you before you get hurt."

I should be touched, but I was too furious at him. After the dished were done I locked myself in my room and messaged Juan. We Alfred bashed together.

~2~

The next morning, Juan went with me to the student council room to check these guys out and make sure they wouldn't hurt me. He seemed to forget that I can defend myself, especially at a hockey match, but I let him feel macho.

"Ah Matthieu," Francis sat up when he saw us enter. "It'z good to zee you. I waz juzt zinking of you actually. Ooo, I zee you brought a friend. Would you like to join le council too monsieur?"

"Nah," Juan brushed him off. "I'm just here to support and make sure my little Matthew was safe."

I think I saw Juan glare at Francis, but did he really just call me his?

"Of courze,he'll be juzt fine," Francis chuckled. "Zo did you decide on what kind of pozition you'd like, mon cher?"

I nodded, "I'd like to be secretary, like Arthur said."

"Wise choice my lad," his voice came from behind me as he removed his school bag.

I'm his lad too? I couldn't keep my face calm and I blush as I over think it.

He then asked about Juan too and I was claimed once more by him.

"Are you sure? It's quite enjoyable," Arthur chuckled at his own hidden joke.

Juan shook his head again. "I'm busy with futbol and I really don't wanna be locked indoors anymore than I have too."

Arthur admitted his jealousy of Juan being in soccer, and explained he wouldn't be indoors a much as he thinks. "Instead of going to your home room during study hall, you come here or to one of the rooms in here behind me for your class office. This room is for all of the student council. The only time you'd be stuck indoors is during those rare after school meetings. Most meetings are during study hall."

"No, I'm good," and that was final for Juan. Luckily Arthur took the hint.

"Alright, now if you would zign here," Francis pulled out a paper and explained it. "You'll be azzigned to ziz room during ztudy hall from now on. Come here ztarting today. I'll take ziz to the main office so your homeroom teacher knowz of your whereaboutz."

After a few more minute of questions and answers Juan became bored and I had to go to my locker before first period.

After lunch, I met with the student council, the sophomore's treasurer and two representatives. Lilly, the treasurer, was very timid, but was great with the budgeting. She had the option to move up to president, but her brother was reluctant to let her burden herself with it so she stayed as she was.

"Yay, now I don't have to plan the Snow Ball dance by myself," Lilly smiled at me. "I was worried no one would join, forcing us to ask for the junior's help."

"There's still not enough of you," Arthur placed a hand in her shoulder. We're still going to help, this way it'll actually be fair when we have to ask you to work on prom night for the juniors and seniors. We help you, you help us."

"We need to plan it zoon as pozzible actually. We're already behind zchedule," Francis sat next to me and placed a hand on my knee and grinned. "So when do we want to begin?"

"The sooner the better," one of the representatives responded. "Why not this week?"

"We can't," Arthur, the junior's president, looked disappointed. "I agree that we should start right away, but this room is occupied by the school everyday after school and we have other matters we have to concern ourselves with during school."

Lilly became slightly excited as an idea popped into her head. "Why can't we just have the meetings at one of our houses. We can even alternate if it becomes too troublesome. Could we host the first meeting brother?"

Vash, the junior's treasurer, nodded. "I don't see why not. We can start today if you wish."

Crap, I have practice after school. "Uh...," I began, but Francis beat me to it.

"Could we possibly do it in the evening," he shook his beautiful, blond locks dramatically. "I have an art meeting with a teacher and Matthieu has hockey practice."

With a silent look, the siblings were able to communicate as Vash gave a nod and Lilly spoke for him, "We can meet at six, or seven even."

Everyone agreed at the times for the week with the juniors offering to pick up anyone who needed a lift. Numbers were exchanged, and now I had Arthur's and Francis's numbers too. This was the fastest I have ever gotten a hold of my crushes' numbers.

The next matter of business were,the locations for each meetings. They'd be either volunteered or assigned. Since I didn't have practices on Monday I volunteered my house for this next Monday, hoping it'll be alright with my mother.

When I told her during dinner she was excited to get a glimpse of Arthur and Francis. Alfred, on the other hand, basically threw a fit.

Wow, I didn't think I'd be so quick with a second chapter. Oh the magic of procrastination, but with procrastination, it means I'm behind on school work and that's why these chapters are so choppy like (at least to me). I don't edit as much :P Thanks for reading! Reviews are lovely!

So who will make the first move for Mattie? Francis has already laid a hand on him, does that count? :D