The Kirkland-Bonefoy house was currently packed with Allied members, all worrying over the safety of their second-in-command, Arthur. Said blonde man was currently sitting in a wooden chair in the kitchen, which was beautiflly carved into the shape of a lion. A very timid Matthew was looming over his shoulder, tending carefully to the wound.
Matt tightly wrapped the last of the gauze around Arthur's arm and tied it off. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" He asked the older blonde, who currently had his eyes squeezed shut in pain.
"It's not a problem." Arthur said through closed teeth, though from the look of it, Matthew knew it very well was. Arthur was lucky he'd narrowly avoided a third degree burn. If Matt hadn't heard Arthur screaming and gotten into that alleyway when he did, the poor man probably wouldn't have an arm right now. If he'd even been left alive.
"So, who did this to you, anyways?" The wavy, younger blonde asked, his voice even quieter than normal.
Arthur turned his head away, refusing to look at Matthew when he answered. "Prussia." He said simply, as if that could bring an end to the conversation.
Confused, Matt racked his brain for who that might be. He really had no idea, but there was only one person he could think of sick enough to light someone on fire. "Did he have peircing red eyes?" Matt asked, circling his fingers around his eyes for ennunciation.
"Yeah." Arthur refused to look.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"
"Yeah. Go on your little date - have fun. Alfred can take care of me."
Matthew looked over to where his brother was across the kitchen. Alfred currently sat devouring a hamburger, as if the sight of Arthur's scorched and blistered shoulder hadn't phased his eating habits one bit. Matt felt like gagging. "Ahh, well..." He looked once again in Arthur's direction, who was now strecthing backwards and trying to crack his back. Matt sighed, they weren't sitting down for that long! "I'll have my cell phone on. Just call me if you need anything."
Arthur waved his hands in dismissal, and Matt took his leave. Though he doubted Arthur would remember who he was supposed to be calling.
Suddenly he remembered what Arthur had said. Whoa! His mind reeled. Where'd he get the date idea from?
Matthew had agreed to meet Gilbert at the beach. However, it was Saturday, and that meant it was going to be crowded. With little children splashing and running and screaming. Or women in obnoxiously little bikini's that they obviously don't belong in. (Contrary to popular belief, Matt was not into 'phat' chicks. He just happened to like Katyusha, who happened to have large breasts.) Or super buff men, none of which had ever recognized that he was there. He wasn't really looking forward to this.
He trudged down the pavement on the way to his horrifying destination. His mind was swimming with these thoughts, but moreso than that, it was swimming with Gilbert. They had agreed before they'd left on the day they first met that they'd be meeting again soon, and Gilbert had sent him a text saying today was the day. (How the albino had gotten his number Matthew would never know.) Supposedly, they were meeting up on the sand, then going to some small cafe at the edge of town. Which, as he now realized, sounded a lot like a date. Oh shoot, he thought (because his vocabulary was a lot cleaner than Gilbert's), Arthur thinks this is a date, I'm starting to think this is a date, Gilbert probably thinks this is a date too.
Holy shit, ok, his mind had slipped, we're going on a date.
His eyes widened and he finally tore his the purple hues away from his feet. He'd already made it to the beach. The sand was hot under his feet, and he stepped quickly in order to avoid the exposure. He hadn't realized he'd forgotten his shoes. Oh well, Gilbert was some ways away hitting on a girl with long brown, almost blonde, hair. She was beautiful in her own way, and he tried to ignore the bit of jealousy that arose when Gilbert affectionately ruffled her head. He sighed heavily. Oh well, at least it's not a date. Unless Gilbert was into both. Then it very well could be a date. God, he was really getting sick of the 'd' word.
And then, to Matthew's surprise, Katyusha had somehow showed up from nowhere. She was running along the edge of the tide, her eyes sparkling and tearing up as she caught sight of Matthew. And Matthew couldn't help but think of how gorgeous she looked in her medium blue one-piece bathing suit, which definately prounounced her- erhrm- well- her bust. He blushed madly, scolding himself for ever thinking like that.
"Matveeeeeeeeey!" Ukraine was crying, her feet pounding relentlessly on the sand as she ran over to tackle him into a hug. Matt dodged at the last second, afraid of her death grip (and her chest). Because last time he had hugged her, he'd almost suffocated. He really didn't want to be suffocated right now.
The situation had caught the sight of Gilbert, who had non-chalantly walked over with the brown haired girl at his heels. "Awesome!" His outburst startled the blonde boy, who was simultaneously attacked from behind from an overenthusiastic Ukrainian girl. "Birdie's got a girl!" Whoa, Gilbert had another nickname for him? Hadn't they already decided on 'Mattie'? "Too bad though, this is a guy's day out!" Now he was patting Matthew rather hard on the shoulder, while Matt was desperately trying to detach the arms coiled around his waist.
Gilbert's words seemed to perk up the young girl who wasn't choking him right now, and she produced a camera which Matt was pretty sure she hadn't had before. And her eyes had this evil glint and... whoa, creepy. Matt had a sinking feeling him and Gilbert would be stalked.
On a date.
But, at least Katyusha had detached herself from him, and was now hanging on to the certain arm of a certain brunette with a certain camera. Maybe he could count on his long time, busty friend to keep the stalker away. They could have fun sun tanning themselves on the sand, or whatever the heck teenage girls did at the beach together.
"Have fun here, Katyusha, um...." Matt gestured vaguely towards the unknown woman.
"That's the frying pan weildin--" She abruptly smacked Gilbert across the back of the head, which made Matthew giggle. He was pretty sure he'd never giggled so much around one person in his life, but in all honesty, he was feeling truly happy.
"I'm Elizaveta Hedevary. Nice to meet you, Birdie." She was smirking, and shifting her camera to the hand which was currently being turned blue. He smiled sincerely at her, trying vainly to ignore that scary look on her face.
Then, much to Matthew's horror, she reached out. With her other hand, she promptly took both of Matthew's, pulling them up directly to her nose, and peered over them. Her geen eyes were now boring directly into Matthew's soul, or so it felt. "Please," She started, "Teach Gilbert some manners. You seem like a good boy." She broke the stare to look again at her camera. "Oh, and when you kiss..." Oh holy hell, Matthew blushed madly, this was getting really awkward. "...Send me some pictures."
AN:// Ok, so there was actually supposed to be a lot more happening in this chapter, but I've only covered 2 bullets out of 6, and these were the short ones. So, I'm splitting this chapter up, I think. Well, it means you'll be getting the an update sooner~~ I think I should probably know what teenage girls do together on a beach, but in all seriousness, I've really only ever gone with my brothers. And we mess around in the water and crap. Anyways, Disclaimer: I own nothing.