Hey guys! Kitty29 back with the second chapter of Colours!
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Beta'd by the amazing talented Tainted Tuesday who puts up of all my spelling phails.
Oh yes, also, if people wanna shout random power ideas at me that would be awesome (it's hard all by yourself). For this story I'm watering down the super fantastical powers, like the power of flight becoming floating, so please don't suggest things like 'exploding things with his mind' cause that would just be a little too outrageous for this story.
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"-attie! MATTIE!"
Matthew instantly regretted opening his eyes. As soon as he did extreme doziness swept over him and the simple act of keeping his eyes open became difficult. A sudden weight on his stomach earned a groan.
"Mattie! You're alive! I'm sorry I didn't protect you from that freak! Are you okay? You don't have amnesia do you? Please God don't let him have amnesia! What's my name Mattie? Please remember my name!"
"Alfred." Matthew complied. Alfred released Matthew from his hug and threw his hands in the air.
"Thank God!"
"Calm down you American idiot!" An angry voice snapped. "It's not that big a deal!"
…Who the heck was that? Matthew, now realizing that he was lying on a couch, pushed himself into a sitting position and looked around. He was back in the family room with the other visitors surrounding him with worried expressions. He sunk into the couch a little, feeling awkward that he was the centre of attention. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." Though Ludwig meant for it to be comforting, it sounded more like a demand. "My brother can be a little overwhelming at times."
"B-but Gilbert didn't do anything I—"
"He didn't touch you did he?"
"Eh? No! I—" Something clicked in the Canadian's head and he turned to Feliciano with a panicked look on his face. "Wait! I-I'm sorry! What about the pasta? Did it turn out okay?"
The room grew silent as they all stared at Matthew with disbelief. The guy had just passed out and the first thing he does when he wakes up is apologize and ask about the pasta he was suppose to be watching? The silence was broken by a sharp laughter from outside the room.
"Oh man, this kid is just too rich!" The smirking face of Gilbert poked into the room. "Can I come in now? I'll be a good boy, I swear."
"You stay away from Mattie!" Alfred yelled, stepping in front of his brother protectively.
"Are you sure you're okay, Mateo?" Antonio placed the back of his hand on Matthew's forehead, making the other jump at the sudden contact. "You're a little warm…"
Matthew felt his own forehead after the Spaniard retraced his hand. He was warmer than usual. He also felt a little dizzy and his head was hurting.
… …
He really just wanted sleep. He tugged on his brother's shirt to get his attention. "Al, can we go home?" He said it barely above a whisper, not wanting the others to hear it in case it offended them in some way.
Alfred paused and turned to his brother. A part of him wanted to stay just so he could yell at the albino freak who had dared touch his twin, but that part quickly faded when he saw Matthew's tired eyes. He looked like he was using all the energy he had left to stay awake and it made him seem very vulnerable and small. Alfred turned and scooped the Canadian into his arms hoisting him up bridal style.
"I'm gonna take Mattie home," He announced. "Don't think I'll be able to make it to the party tonight, but next time for sure!" He flashed his large smile at the Italian brothers. Feliciano smiled back warmly while Lovino scoffed and looked elsewhere.
"You're welcome back anytime Alfredo! Make sure Matteo is okay."
"I'll drive you home," Antonio offered, grabbing Lovino's hand and dragging him along. Lovino made a bit of a fuss, but followed his boyfriend and the twins out the room. Gilbert stepped out of their way as they passed and held up his hands defensively as Alfred shot him a dangerous glare.
Matthew looked over Alfred's shoulder and watched the retreating figure of Gilbert groggily. Though everything was a little hazy due to his tired state, he still managed to catch the Prussian's mouthed words.
'Bye, Birdie.'
/ / / \ \ \
Matthew had fallen asleep on the ride back to his house and woke up mid afternoon Saturday, nearly twenty hours later. It was possibly the longest he had ever slept in his life, but when he awoke he felt completely energized. He, after hearing about the incident from Alfred, was very embarrassed that he had fainted and called Feliciano to apologize for being a burden and Ludwig to thank him—for he was the one that carried him from the kitchen to the family room.
He was still confused as to why he had fainted in the first place. The doctor had said it may have been due to stress but Matthew didn't believe that. He wanted to ask Gilbert about it, since he was the only other person there when it had happened, but he knew talking to the Prussian would upset Alfred, and the last thing he wanted was his brother whining and hanging off him the rest of the day. So he decided to put the incident behind him and instead focus on the essay and presentation that needed to be done by Monday. Alfred had been sent up by their parents to watch other him and make sure he was okay. Matthew really didn't mind his presence much, although…
"What colour am I now?"
"Still grey, Alfred."
"You didn't even look that time."
"I don't have to. I know it's the same from when I checked three minutes ago."
"C'mon! Just check!"
Matthew sighed before looking up from his laptop. "Still grey, Alfred."
His American brother groaned and flipped back down on the bed, tossing a baseball in the air and catching it. He was bored, that was painfully obvious to both brothers but Matthew had to focus on his essay and Alfred had to watch over Matthew and make sure he didn't die. In short, they were both stuck. A couple minutes of silence went by before Alfred spoke again.
"What colour am I now?"
"Alfred." Matthew quickly saved his work and turned to his twin, exasperated. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to."
"Yeah I do, or dad will ground me again."
Matthew wanted to deny it, but their other father, Arthur, did seem to ground Alfred for the simplest of reasons. "Well, you can play a game or watch a movie or something." Matthew suggested before turning back to his laptop. "I just really have to get this done."
Alfred pouted angrily, halting the catching of his ball to think. "…I'm gonna get something to eat." He then jumped off the bed and walked out of the room before the Canadian could react.
Matthew sighed and leaned against his chair, running a hand through his hair. Maybe he should follow his brother and get a snack himself. He had been working for nearly three hours straight; he could use a little break. He was about to get up when a soft ding came from his computer. Someone wanted to add him to MSN. He blinked, turning his attention back to his laptop to see who it was.
TheAwesomeMe
He had to laugh at the predicable hotmail account, knowing instantly who it was. He wondered just how the other had gotten his email but didn't think much of it before accepting the invitation. He would probably ask him about that later, but for now he would have a small break with his brother and eat.
Bing!
Bing!
Bing!
Surprised, Matthew turned back to his laptop to find Gilbert already sending him messages.
Pure Awesomeness says:
hey birdie!
u thur?
The Awesome me is talking 2 u!
Matthew paused, wondering on whether he should reply to the messages now or get to it later. He shrugged before settling back in his chair and typing up his response. The other seemed rather determined to talk to him, for one reason or another.
~Canadianplz~ says:
Hi Gilbert
Pure Awesomeness says:
good 2 know u remember the awesomeness that is myself!
Matthew rolled his eyes. This guy really toots his horn way too much.
Pure Awesomeness says:
anyways
meet me monday at lunch at the back of the school
~Canadianplz~ says:
Why?
Pure Awesomeness says:
'cause I got sumthing 2 tell u
itll b awesome really
im not gonna rape u like ur brother probably thinks I swear
Matthew flinched at the last line. The sad thing was his brother would probably think that…
Pure Awesomeness says:
so u coming?
~Canadianplz~ says:
Okay. I'll be there.
Pure Awesomeness says:
Sweetcakes!
Ill c u thur birdie!
Wear something nice, lolz
-Pure Awesomeness is now offline-
Matthew blinked, rereading the rather random conversation. Really, what a weird guy, and why the heck did he call him Birdie?
Though he supposed he should listen to whatever he had to say, especially if it was about that fainting episode back at the Vargas' household. He had lost consciousness just after he touched Gilbert. It seemed rather strange to think but maybe they were connected…?
"Who are you talking to?"
Matthew jumped and closed the window the conversation was on, swinging around in his chair to face Alfred, who was leaning against the door frame with a sandwich in hand.
"N-no one!" Matthew yelled suspiciously, causing Alfred to arch an eyebrow in his direction. Though he shrugged it off and went back to Matthew's bed, flopping down on it before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Whatever, just finish your essay you lazy slacker."
Matthew rolled his eyes before continuing to work, pushing all matters having to do with Gilbert to the back of his mind.
/ / / \ \ \
The weekend quickly passed without much excitement. Matthew got his homework done, even with his brother constantly bugging him, but that was basically it. He sat in his second period class glancing at the clock every so often. He was feeling more and more nervous as the seconds ticked by. It was almost lunch time and he still remembered the message that Gilbert had sent him. He intended to meet him; whatever the Prussian wanted to tell him had him curious.
The sharp ringing of the bell symbolized the start of lunch, and for once the Canadian was the first out the door. He cussed that his classroom was on the other side of the school from the meeting place, meaning he had to shove his way through the numerous hallways of sweaty teens to get there. Whatever Gilbert wanted had better be good.
"Mattie!"
Matthew mentally cussed when he felt the familiar arms of Alfred wrap around him, quite effectively stopping him in his place. He had hoped he could get to Gilbert without running into his brother.
"Listen, apparently Kiku's brother transferred to this school today! He's not from Japan, but some other random Asian country, ah it doesn't matter! Let's go meet him!" And with that Alfred dragged his twin into the crowded cafeteria. Kiku noticed the two approaching and bowed politely.
"Hello Alfred-kun, Matthew-kun," He greeted pleasantly.
Matthew bowed back. "H-hello Ki—"
"Hey Kiku!" Alfred's loud voice easily overpowered Matthew's. "We heard 'bout the other Asian coming today!" He paused to look about excitedly. "…So where is he?"
Kiku opened his mouth to answer, but seemed to rethink it as he glanced about as well. "I'm not sure." He finally answered. "He was just here a moment ag—"
"AMERICAN BREASTS!"
Half the cafeteria turned in time to witness their American hero (AKA Alfred) be molested from behind by a strange looking Asian boy. The Asian cupped his hands around Alfred's breasts and gave them a pleasant squeeze, earning a fairly girly squeal of surprise. Alfred immediately jumped out of the other's reach and turned to glare at him. His face was a bright red and his arms crossed over his chest protectively.
"Wha-what the hell was that?"
Matthew looked away so that his brother wouldn't catch him laughing along with some of the people who had witnessed the event. It was a little awkward that he knew this, but Alfred had always had a rather sensitive chest. Matthew often made fun of him for having the chest of a premature teenage girl.
"I-Im Yong Soo!" The Korean looked at Kiku, who was blushing in embarrassment. "You need to behave yourself!"
"Sorry Kiku!" The young male didn't sound sorry at all. "I just had to see if American breasts were better than Asian breasts!" He flung his hands up in the air, his baggy grey-blue hoodie bouncing at the movement. "And they are! Aren't you surprised?"
In the commotion Matthew found himself being pushed aside by some other students curious as to what was going on. Noticing that no one was paying attention to him he decided to slip out of the cafeteria. Though he was a little curious as to how the situation would play out, he was sure his brother would complain about it when they got home.
A few minutes later the Canadian found himself pushing open the doors at the back of the school, searching for the albino who had obtained his interest. There were a couple of students who were lazing about on the small grassy area, but Gilbert wasn't among them. Matthew frowned. Maybe he was simply too late, and the other had gotten bored and left…
"Hey Birdie." Gilbert seemed to step out of nowhere in front of the Canadian, who jumped at his sudden appearance.
"Oh! Gilbert, h-hi." Matthew greeted back, feeling a little nervous under the others mischievous grin. "You, um, wanted to tell me something?"
Gilbert's grin grew. "You bet I do, but first let me see your palm."
Matthew seemed to grow a little defensive of his hands at the request. "Eh? Why?"
"'Cause I'm into all into that palm reading crap, just let me see it, the right one." He held out his own hand to the other and Matthew noticed that he was, once again, gloveless. He guessed that the stories he heard about the other weren't very accurate.
Matthew raised his hand for the other to take but hesitated. This scenario seemed a little too familiar for his liking. As ridiculous as it sounded, he had a feeling the reason he had fainted before had something to do with him and Gilbert touching. He retraced his hand a little, suddenly wary of the other. Gilbert rolled his eyes before he grabbed hold of his hand. Matthew stiffened, bracing himself for…something. But something never happened.
"Let's see if I can remember this…" Gilbert's other hand hovered over Matthew's palm before he traced a finger among one its ceases. "Okay, so this one's for life or something…pretty long." He seemed to mumble to himself rather than Matthew, his brows furrowed in thought. "And this line means that—" He abruptly stopped and stared down at the other's hand, a grin breaking out across his face. "Well, this is interesting."
Matthew looked down at his palm as well. "What is?"
"You see people's colours, don't you?"
Matthew froze, his blood running cold. Just…how...how could someone he had just met two days ago know the secret he had kept his whole life?
"I-I'm sorry?" He decided to play it dumb, forcing a smile on his face to try and hide his horror. Maybe he had just heard him wrong; maybe he was just being the jokester the stories made him out to be.
"You see people's colours," Gilbert repeated slowly and Matthew swore his heart stopped. "You see the emotions of people in colours, huh?" He laughed a sound that seemed cruel to the Canadian. "That's a new one."
Matthew stared at the other in shock, a lump forming in his throat. All those years, all these years of making sure he wasn't noticed, making sure he was just a background noise, of not meeting people's eyes and sitting in the back of the class, all so that no one would figure out how different he was. Was that all really for nothing? Was he now going be treated like the freak he was, just because of this…weirdo, this…this…
Matthew's hand curled into a fist and, in a moment of anger and desperation, punched Gilbert right in the face.
Translation:
Bruder – German for brother
American breasts! *grope*
Korea pleases me greatly .-.
Anyways, next chapter Gilbert's power will be fully explained, and no, it's not the power of palm reading, though that would be awesome.
OMG that MSN logo killed me on the inside. I'm one of those people who writes in full sentences while online, so I had to write Gilbert's replies in full sentences then convert them. I'm such a nerd xD
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