Hey guys! Kitty29 here, updating the third chapter of Colours on my birthday! That's right! I'm freakin' 18! I'm legal! I'm so going to buy...corn.

Again, Beta'd by Tainted Tuesday who is slowly but surely making me a better writer. So Thank you!

To Jou-Pup: My god Hands Off! I loved that manga! That guy was my favourite character, but I cannot see Matthew seeing his powers to pick up girls. Though that would be rather amusing to watch xD

Anyways, thank you everyone who shouted out random power ideas. Subtitle: No one suggested anything-sadface- Oh well, the request is still up, anyone who wants to yell a random power, go for it! I have a lot of them thought up myself but I would love to hear your suggestions!
Thank you!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned it, but then again everyone would bug me to draw/write more stuff everyday, and that would be a little...I'll stick to fanfiction .-.

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"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Matthew held the bag of ice on the albino's injured eye, spewing apologies at the other at an alarming speed. Gilbert scowled as he pushed the Canadian away from him and held up the ice for himself.

The Prussian was lucky there were students who decided to spend their lunch outside and that they managed to pry the angered Canadian off him before he could do some real damage. After realizing what he did Matthew immediately dragged a protesting Gilbert to the nurse's office, where the nurse slapped an ice bag to Gilbert's eye with a smirk—apparently he had quite the reputation among the staff members as well—before she went to phone the vice-principal. She had originally intended to send Matthew to the office while she treated Gilbert though the blond proved to be surprisingly stubborn, despite his cute outward appearance.

"I'm sorry, I really am! I-I don't know what came over me I-I just—"

Matthew was cut off by sharp laughter filling the small room. Bewildered, the blond found Gilbert laughing, his hand covering his face in disbelief. "You really are…too much, kid." He gasped between laughs. "I was holding…I was holding your freakin' hand…and I still didn't see that coming…"

Gilbert then continued his maniacal laughter, making Matthew increasingly uncomfortable. He found himself glancing at the door, fearing that the other might attack him back. Eventually, Gilbert managed to calm himself down, though he still had a goofy looking smile on his face.

"I guess it's not funny unless you know one of my own little secrets."

Matthew looked up at him, his violet eyes blinking in confusion. "Secret?"

"Yeah, the reason I called you in the first place. I was about to tell you, but then you kind of punched me in the eye."

Matthew flinched at the statement, guilt rising in his chest. He hesitantly reached over and pulled the ice pack away from Gilbert's face so he could see the damage. There was a bit of swelling just under the Prussian's left eye that was slowly turning purple. Matthew bit his lip and looked away from the other. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, it'll be taken care of."

Again Matthew had to look up in confusion. 'Taken care of…?' Just what was he talking about?

Gilbert chuckled at the other's confusion before he placed the ice pack back on his eye. He supposed it was about time he explained some things to the clearly oblivious teen. "I'm not the greatest with words, so bear with me here."

Matthew paused before nodding slowly.

Gilbert leaned towards the Canadian, his face turning serious as he spoke. "I have an ability too."

Matthew blinked. Once, twice, three times as he slowly began to comprehend what the other had just said. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it when he couldn't think of anything to say. He tried again, though with the same result. Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle at his attempts which seemed to startle the blond out of whatever state he was in.

"I-I…you…you…can see colours, too?"

"No." Gilbert deadpanned and Matthew's shoulders sagged a bit. Just when he thought he found someone who was like him… he must have sounded like an idiot.

"I can obtain people's personal info." The albino wiggled his fingers with his free hand, his smirk back on his face. "Through contact."

… …

Again Matthew found himself gaping, but quickly caught himself. "I-I…what?"

Gilbert frowned and slumped into the chair he was sitting on. "You don't believe me." He stated. "God, for someone who can see emotions in colours you're pretty closed minded."

Spot on.

"No-no, it's no-not that I j-just, um…"

"How else would I know your favourite colour is red?"

Matthew made a face at the rather low example. Anyone who bothered to look at him could tell that his favourite colour was red. "Er…"

"Or that you're mad at your dad 'cause he bought fake maple syrup instead of the real shit this morning?"

That caused Matthew to double take. Though it was still possible that his brother told him about that…

"Or that you're worried about getting marks off for that typo in your history essay you handed in first period?"

If Matthew didn't also have a power of his own, he would have thought that the other was simply stalking him. But Gilbert had to have a power to be able to know about that, he didn't tell anyone about it. He hung his head, a little ashamed that he was so quick to doubt the other.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you before."

Gilbert simply shook his head, not fazed that Matthew hadn't believed him at first. He looked at the clock before he stood, setting the icepack down on a small table beside him. "Let's go."

Matthew looked at Gilbert in shock when he realized he didn't mean go back to class. "Eh? Go? But…but we still have school left!"

"So?" Gilbert shrugged. "It's either come with me, the guy who can answer the questions you probably have had your whole little life or you can get bitched out by the vice." His smirk grew and he stared down at the other with amusement. "It's your choice."

Matthew faltered. He wasn't the complete goody two shoes that everyone seemed to think he was he had skipped class before. However, those were always on days where he was sure he wasn't missing much, and could easily get caught up the next day or, of course, on days where he wasn't about to get in trouble with the vice principal. If he were to disappear now he would probably be in even more trouble later on.

Gilbert moved to stand in front of the door, turning back to look at the blond again. "You're lucky I'm even letting you be in my awesome presence, especially since you punched me in the eye."

Again, Matthew flinched at his words. "I-I sor—"

"I didn't expect you to hit so hard, kid, it still hurts." Gilbert said in a mock pathetic tone, holding his hand over his eye dramatically.

"B-but what about the nur—"

"My awesome face is ruined! What will my fans think?"

"Fa…fans…?"

"Oh the pain. I feel pain because you punched me in the eye."

"Okay!" Matthew stood and followed the male, the guilt he was feeling now mixed with annoyance. There were probably students who had done worse things than skip out on a lecture from the vice, he was sure of it. "I'll go with you if it will make you forget about this."

Gilbert instantly dropped his pained façade when he saw the other trot up to him and his usual smirk returned. "Alright kid, let's go." He grabbed onto Matthew's wrist and pulled him out of the nurse's office and down the hallway. Matthew blushed at the sudden contact before he realized that the other was still gloveless, meaning that he was still learning things about him. His face grew a little redder and he wiggled his wrist out of Gilbert's grasp, choosing to fast walk beside him instead.

Gilbert turned to Matthew, about to question why he was suddenly so moody when he glanced down at his hands and recalled how bare they were. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he reached into his jacket and pulled out his leather gloves. "You learn quick, Birdie." He joked, slipping a glove on one hand but for some reason stuffing the other back into his pocket. Matthew raised an eyebrow at this but decided not to question it as he pushed the doors open to head outside and into the parking lot. The spring breeze was the first thing the two were greeted with and Gilbert cussed softly in German before muttering something under his breath. Apparently he wasn't a big fan of the cold.

"That's the Awesome Mobile over there," Gilbert nodded over to his car while his used his hands to hug his jacket closer to him. Matthew looked over and cringed at the vehicle. To say that the car was unimpressive would be an understatement.

It was a small, shabby looking vechile that looked like it could just fit four people, if they all squeezed inside. It seemed like it once sported a brilliant yellow, but the paint was so worn down it became a sickly looking dark mustard yellow-gray hue. The paint was flanking off in random spots and there was a long scratch on its side where it was once obviously keyed. Also the fact that it looked like it was about to keel over at any time did not help with its overall charm.

Gilbert strode over to the driver's side quite confidently, opening the door and slipping inside. Matthew hesitated, wondering if he should climb into a car that looked like it would blow up if someone were to poke it in the right spot. But then he remembered he didn't really have a choice, if he was to ever figure out this whole 'seeing colours' thing. Plus he supposed he owed Gilbert, with him…punching him in the eye and everything. A light sigh escaped him as he reluctantly opened the door and stepped into the passenger's side. He guessed he just had to look on the bright side; it wasn't like this was the worst thing he was ever forced into. Oh yes, Alfred could be bad when—

"Don't look so down, Birdie." Gilbert interrupted, putting his keys in the ignition and starting his car. Matthew shivered when the engine sounded like a dog being drowned as it came to life, and the blond mournfully thought that this would be his last car ride ever.

"How can you feel so down when the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt is right beside you?" He chuckled before pulling out of the parking lot and driving away.

Matthew turned to look back at the school, dread rising in his chest. He was starting to regret his decision; right now he would rather be sitting in the vice principal's office than sitting in the Prussian's death mobile. He flinched when he heard the engine let out what sounded like a cough before pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them close to his body. He suddenly wished he had his stuffed polar bear, Kumajirou with him. It was kind of embarrassing that he was still so attached to a stuffed animal in high school but holding it always left him feeling a little bit better.

Gilbert glanced over at his rather uncomfortable looking guest with a small frown. Mmm… maybe kidnapping the other wasn't the best way to get on his good side. "It's about third period, right?" Gilbert asked, breaking through the heavy silence.

Matthew looked at the clock to confirm the other's question. Third period…what was he missing, math? Thankfully they weren't doing much, probably just taking a note and answering some textbook questions. "Yeah, it's about third period…" The blond answered, his voice coming out softer than he meant it to be.

Gilbert simply nodded, feeling awkward. He suddenly really did feel like he was kidnapping the other instead of going to help him learn about his ability. What the heck was that about? "Good, Vargas has a spare this period."

Matthew turned to the other upon hearing their destination. "Vargas? We're going to the Vargas' house?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"It's a secret," Gilbert responded, his smile back in full force. Matthew stared at the older male for a bit, studying his face to see if he could get any clue of his intentions. Of course he didn't but as he stared he realized with a small start…

He wanted to know what Gilbert's colour was.

He quickly turned to look out the window now a bit disgusted with himself. He couldn't even remember the last time he had wanted to know what someone's colour was. He felt that looking at people's colours was like invading their privacy. He didn't have the right to just stare into their life like they were some kind of zoo animal on display. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed his forehead on the cool window. 'It's not my place…' he reminded himself, pushing any thoughts of his ability to the back of his head.

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, although Gilbert tried to coax the other into a conversation, Matthew was not willing to comply. Gilbert parked his pathetic car in front of the pink house and cut the engine, earning a sigh of relief from the vehicle. The two exited the car and walked up to the front door, where he rang the doorbell. There was a small pause before the door was slowly opened by a tired looking Feliciano. It looked like he had just woken from a nap and Matthew felt bad for interrupting him. He opened his mouth to apologize when a sudden sea green snapped into his vision.

"Gil! What happened to your eye? Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

Matthew turned away from the emotional teen as he fussed around the Prussian, his colours a bit too brilliant for him. Gilbert seemed to enjoy the attention and he laughed at the other's worry. "Do you really think a little injury can hurt the awesomeness that is myself?" He asked proudly, laughing again to show how absurd the concept seemed. "But, you know." He leaned closer to the Italian who focused fully on the other. "I could use a little..." He vaguely gestured to his eye "…Help."

Feliciano blinked before getting just what the other was implying. "Right!" He exclaimed, grabbing Gilbert's gloved hand into his own. "I can do tha—" He froze when he noticed the Canadian was also with them and blinked at his presence.

Matthew shifted from foot to foot awkwardly as Feliciano continued to stare at him with wide eyes, which seemed to resemble a deer in headlights. A few awkward moments rolled by before Gilbert cleared his throat to get the Italian's attention.

"I brought the little Birdie with me."

Matthew would have preferred if the other actually used his name but he brushed it off before bowing politely to the auburn haired male (when in doubt, use Kiku's politeness). "Hello Feliciano. I'm sorry if I was a burden the last time I was here."

Though Feliciano didn't look like he was paying attention to the blond, rather he was looked between the two with a bewildered expression on his face before resting his questioning eyes onto Gilbert. Gilbert smiled at the Italian before nodding his head, obviously answering yes to whatever question the shorter male had silently asked. Before Matthew could understand what was going on his vision turned yellow as Feliciano leaped at him and pulled him into a hug. Startled, Matthew pushed the Italian away from him and took a few steps back, his heart pounding.

Feliciano's face fell at the rejection and the yellow around him disappeared. "Ve~ I'm sorry, I was just so excited."

Excited about what? Gilbert cut off Matthew before he could ask. "Ah, Feli? My eye?"

"Oh! Right, right!"

And before either of them could protest, Feliciano pulled the two of them into his house and closed the door behind them. They quickly took off their shoes and allowed the Italian who led them to his family room. "I'll be right back!" Feliciano announced before hurrying from the room and leaving the two alone yet again.

Gilbert flopped himself down on one of the couches, wasting no time in making himself comfortable. Matthew, however, chose to stand, anxiety mixed with annoyance coursing through his body. Why did it seem that everyone knew more about himself than he did?

"Gilbert." The albino looked up at his name. "What's going o—"

"Hide behind the couch."

The strange request caused Matthew to stare warily at the male. "Hide behind the…? Why would I do that? Who am I hiding from?"

"You're not hiding from anyone, kid." Gilbert answered, sounding a little annoyed that Matthew didn't just do what he was told no questions asked. "It makes things easier to explain. Even though I'm the most awesome person to ever grace this Earth, I'm not that good with words. So instead," he lazily rolled over his red eyes to meet with Matthew's. "I want to show you."

Matthew didn't know why, but the way the other had said those last words left him unbelievably curious. For some...very strange reason. Really why was he so easily swayed? He slowly nodded. "…Okay." He said softly before he went behind the couch adjacent to Gilbert and crouched down behind it. There were a few moments of silence before a new voice was heard.

"Oh, it's you. What the hell's wrong with your eye?"

Poking his head out from behind the couch Matthew saw Lovino standing in the room along with Feliciano and Gilbert, the latter now standing with his back to the Canadian.

"I got in a fight. It was awesome, you should have been there."

Lovino scoffed, crossing his arms and frowning at the other. "Tch, judging from your eye it looks like you lost."

"I did way better than you would have done."

Lovino looked like he took great offence to that comment and he scowled, his face turning red. "I-I…! I'll kick your ass!"

"Lovino! Stop it! Can't you see Gilbert's injured?" Feliciano interrupted, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder to stop him from actually acting on his words. Lovino scoffed again, turning away from the albino.

"…What do you want?"

"Your ability."

Matthew perked up at the word and he looked at Lovino in a new light. So he had an ability too? Just how many were there?

"Why should I help you?"

Gilbert laughed, like he was waiting for the other to ask him that question. "'Cause if you don't I might just tell Antonio what happened when he went Spain for three weeks."

Lovino stuttered, his face turning a bright red as he glared angrily at the other male. "Are…are you blackmailing me?"

"I don't know. My eye isn't getting any better."

There was silence as Lovino continued to stare Gilbert down, his angry expression slowly turning into a pout as the seconds ticked by. Finally, Lovino sighed and turned away from the albino yet again, his face glowing. "Fine, sit down."

Gilbert complied, sitting back down on the couch, his left injured eye clearly in Matthew's view. Lovino released an angry sigh through his nose before he knelled in front of the silver haired man. "Don't move bird bastard." He hissed before he reluctantly placed a hand over Gilbert's eye. He then closed his eyes and went still, the air in the room growing eerie. Matthew noticed Feliciano begin to twiddle his hands nervously, an intent eye on his brother.

After a few moments of silence, Lovino opened his eyes, looking a little more tired than he did just moments before. He retracted his hand from Gilbert's face and Matthew had to cover his mouth to surpass his cry of surprise.

The bruise the albino once sported had completely vanished.

Lovino slowly stood and allowed his twin to help hold him up as he glared at the male he just helped.

"There! Cazzo vai via stronzo..."

"Lovino!"

Gilbert smirked before he turned his now uninjured face to the hidden Canadian. "See Birdie, you're not the only freak out there."

Matthew froze when he was directly addressed and Lovino turned to where the other was looking with a shocked expression on his face. "Wha—Argh! Show yourself!"

Matthew flinched at the angry tone though he slowly emerged from behind the couch, not wanting the Italian to grow even angrier. "I'm…I'm sorry!" He quickly apologized and Lovino's face softened as he recognized just who it was.

"I know yo—HEY!"

Gilbert swiftly cut their conversation short when he suddenly grabbed Lovino's wrist and dragged him over to where Matthew was. Feliciano called out to the Prussian with concern in his voice, "Wait Gilbert! What are yo—?"

"Better get it over with now than later!" He said back vaguely before he also grabbed onto Matthew's thin wrist with his free hand.

"W-wait!" Matthew yelled as he was yanked closer to the angry Italian. "Get what over wi—" Gilbert forced Matthew and Lovino's hands together and that was the last thing the Canadian could remember before he once again lost consciousness.

… …

… …

"—ly more confused than before!"

"This isn't the first time I've explained shit, I know what I'm doing!"

Matthew quickly opened his eyes and sat up, embarrassed that he fainted once again. Gilbert looked at him from the end of the couch, his previous expression of anger now a forced smile.

"Welcome back." He greeted, and Matthew simply nodded back dumbly. The events of the past hour or so had rushed back to him, and with them, multiple questions.

"Why did I pass out? Was it because I touched Lovino? I-is that the reason why last time whe—"

He was silenced by a leather clad finger pushing against his lips. Gilbert held a serious look on his face as he spoke, his words slow and clear.

"Calm down and I'll explain everything."

Translation:
Cazzo vai via stronzo - Italian for 'Fucking asshole, go away.' (Thank you wo-xi-huan-ni for the translation correction!)

Haha, I had you thinking that it was Feliciano who had the ability at first didn't I?...right? .-.

Okay, now that I'm done making a fool of myself, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and the lovely cliff hanger I left it on. Please hit that little button down below and leave behind a few words. Thanks!