Hey guys! Kitty 29 here with the second Omake of this series! I was originally gonna hold this up until later but I'm having a bit of a writers block with the new chapter and dunno when I'll update it, and this was already mostly written so...
Yes.

Enjoy! ^^

What if?
As I write I sometimes get those stupid ideas on how the chapter or the story would change if there was just a little twist in the basic plot. So what if...

Gilbert and Matthew's abilities were switched?
Matthew scratched under his gloves as he exited the school grounds. He had been wearing these things for as long as he could remember, but even so they just made his hands so sweaty and itchy. He couldn't wait to get home and take these things off.

"Hey Birdie," Gilbert smoothly strolled up to the Canadian and matched his pace. "Leaving so soon? Why don't you and I hit the arcade?"

"You're just asking because you ran out of money again, didn't you?"

Gilbert just shrugged and smiled charmingly at the blond and Matthew sighed.

"Thought so. Sorry, Gil, not today. Got to do this essay about this old dead fat guy who apparently did something of importance."

"Boring. C'mon, just an hour and then I'll drive you home so you can do your boring shit."

Matthew gave him a look that clearly said, 'I don't believe it' before he turned down a street towards his house. Though Gilbert had driven to school that day and his car was in the opposite direction, he followed suit.

"Nothing you can say can get me to go. I need to do this essay."

"What if I don't say anything?" Gilbert said with a malicious smirk slowly creeping on his face. "Maybe if I just increase that yellow and take away that violet..."

"You wouldn't!" Matthew warned, but he could already see the albinos eye harden in concentration and he shoved him away to stop him. "Ass! Two can play at that game!" He tugged off one of his gloves and went to grab at Gilbert's bare skin. Gilbert moved away laughing.

"Hey! Don't touch me you perv!"

"You started i—hey! So it was you who stole my cupcake!"

"I'll deny it 'til the end!"

Alfred had a ability?
"Mattie, I'm freakin' bored!"

The Canadian turned around and glared at his twin. He had been researching some old dead guy for the last four hours, if anyone was bored, it was him. "Suck it up, Al. Go watch TV or something."

"There's nothing good on." Alfred pouted, crossing his arms in a childish huff. Matthew just rolled his eyes before he turned back to his essay, deciding against gracing his brother with an answer.

Alfred huffed again before he grabbed onto his trusty baseball that he forced the Canadian to keep on his bedside table. Oh baseball, how many hours had he wasted absentmindedly tossing you in the air and catching you? Too many to count, far too many. Smiling to himself, he tossed the ball in the air.

CRASH

Matthew jumped at the noise and turned back to Alfred shielding his face from the debris and dust that came showering down from the ceiling.

"Alfred!" Matthew cried in disbelief before he shot up to go see the damage. "Can I not turn my back away from you for two seconds?"

"Yeah I'm fine thanks for asking," Alfred replied sarcastically. He coughed up some dust that managed to get inside his mouth before getting up from Matthew's bed and stumbling over to the other side of the room.

"Jesus, Al," Matthew breathed as he looked up at the baseball sized hole in his ceiling. And of course it had to be over his bed, of course it did. He sighed before shaking his head. "Out of all the abilities you could have gotten. Super strength."

"Sorry, Mattie," Alfred said with a sheepish laugh. "I'm still getting used to this. You can sleep with me until it's fixed, 'kay?"

Matthew just gave him an blank stare before he walked past him and out the door. "Papa! Alfred's misusing his ability again!"

"No I'm not! Mattie's just jealous cause my power's better!"

Matthew had multiple personality disorder with his alter being Alfred and they both had different abilities?
"Yeah...I can see emotions in colours." Matthew said finally, and honestly it felt good to say it aloud. He had kept it a secret for so long. He breathed a sigh of relief before he looked up at the Prussian with a small sheepish smile. "And because you touched me I guess you know about Alfred too?"

"That he's powerful or something? Yeah I know," Prussia clarified with a nod of his head. They continued to walk in comfortable silence. They were heading to go see Lovino so that Matthew could introduce himself to yet another person with abilities. They would have taken Gilbert's car but, well, it broke down before it even started.

"Speaking of Alfred," Gilbert said, deciding to break the silence. "I haven't seen him at school for a while. What's up with that?"

"Oh, he's around," Matthew said with a shrug. "He doesn't really like sitting through classes anymore so he usually just sticks to after school now."

"Huh, little bastards got it good."

Matthew smiled at that. "Yeah, he leaves me to do both our work. He doesn't even show up for American history anymore, and he's the one who chose that course!"

Gilbert chuckled. "What a tool, smart one though. He has you eating out of his hand."

Matthew pushed him playfully. "Shut up," he said with a smile. They shared a laugh before there was another short silence.

"Anyway," Gilbert said, breaking the silence again. "Guess I should explain some stuff about abilities while we're going. So from now on I'm going to be your awesome guide and what that basically means is..." He trailed off when he noticed the Canadian wasn't walking beside him anymore. He blinked before turning behind him to see that Matthew had stopped walking and was looking down at the sidewalk with his eyes closed. "Matt?"

The blonds eyes flickered back open and he stood up straighter, more confidently. "Sorry lover boy, Mattie's not here right now." He took off his glasses and put them away before grabbing a new pair and slipping those on instead. "Instead you get the hero! Miss me didn't you, freak?"

As he walked back up towards the albino he reached up and tied his hair back into a simple ponytail, completing his look as Alfred—or the most he could do without an entire wardrobe change.

"Alfred, of course I missed you. I missed you and all your fat ass ways."

"Hey, it's still Mattie's body," Alfred said with a pout. "If I didn't use my epic hamburger eating skills to save him this kid would probably die! Seriously I'm so hungry I could eat my childhood memories!"

Gilbert rose an eyebrow. "What the hell kind of expression is that?"

Alfred smirked. "Like it? I made it up to show how hungry I am, so lets stop by Micky Dee's or something!"

"McDonald's, you would you fat ass."

"I'm not a fat ass, dick! Now come on, I'll buy you a drink or something."

"Fine."

/ / / \ \ \

"...I still can't believe that you can down five big macs like it's nothing while Matt can barely get through one." Gilbert commented after the other teen crumpled up his last wrapper and tossed it among the others on the table. Alfred burped loudly and patted his stomach with a satisfying smirk.

"I told you. Mattie always leaves me hungry. If I didn't know any better I would think he was starving himself."

Gilbert had to agree with the alter. He rarely ever saw Matthew eat but with Alfred it was hard to find him without some kind of edible substance in hand. He took a sip of the drink the blond bought him before he asked his question. "Okay, now that you're done can I talk to Matt again?"

Alfred's smile slipped and he stared at the albino. "Believe me, wait at least an hour before you talk to Mattie. Plus I'm the hero!" He smiled his confident smile and even winked. "I'm way better company than that wuss!"

Gilbert countered him with a simple smirk. "C'mon, Alfred. We both know Matt and I were in the middle of something important, something that even you're apart of. I just have to clear up a few things with him before I can talk to you."

Alfred just continued to stare at him with that not amused expression. After a few moments he sighed and leaned forward so that his elbows rested against the table. "FINE. But don't say I didn't warn you."

He gave Gilbert one last look before he closed his eyes and forced his face to go neutral. He's body physically slumped before he slowly opened his eyes again. Though this was not the face of Alfred looking back at him. "Mmmm...huh?...Eh?" Matthew squatted his eyes at the albino. "Gil...Gil is that you?"

He than took a sniff of the air before he looked at the golden arch printed on the bag in front of him. "...Are we at McDonald's? "

"Welcome back Matt." Gilbert said, lifting his cup to him with a smirk. "Yeah, Alfred practically forced me here with his fat ass. He just ate a couple of burgers and bought me a drink, but nothing too fantastic."

But Matthew didn't even look like he was listening to the others report. He was looking in a completely random direction, a spaced look on his face as his body swayed slightly. "Uhh...My visions blurry..."

Gilbert watched Matthew pull the elastic out of his hair in confusion. "That's because you're still wearing Alfred's glasses, yours are in your pocket." His gaze turned into one of worry when his friends face took on a greenish tinge. "...Are you okay?"

Matthew doubled over and clutched onto his stomach with a groan. "I...I think I'm gonna be sick."

"What? SHIT!" Gilbert shot up and grabbed his friend by the arm, quickly leading him to the washrooms.

BLEGH!

"Hot," Gilbert commented from just outside. Luckily he managed to shove Mathew into the bathroom just before he blow his load, saving the cleaning staff from some disgusting work.

Matthew groaned before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and flushing down his stomach juices. "Damn Alfred!" He cussed before turning on the water and splashing the liquid in his mouth to try and get rid of the taste. "He knows I can't stomach all these burgers like he can!"

Gilbert looked towards the door and raised an eyebrow. He knew that Alfred and Matthew were two different people—at least that what he was told—but even so didn't they share the same stomach? How the hell is it possible for one to be weaker than the other?

Though he pushed the thought aside when he saw the blond walk out of the room with his glasses back on his nose. He knew that if he asked Matthew's reply would just be: 'it's because Alfred isn't me' which really solved nothing.

"Right. You ready to go?" He said instead and Matthew nodded.

"Yeah, let's go."

With a nod they left the store and continued on their way to the Vargas household.

"So are we done with Alfred for the day?"

"I doubt it. He always gets excited when his ability is brought up. He'll probably came back shortly after we met Lovino."

"I'll be waiting with open arms and a baseball bat."

"It's still my body, you know!"

Romano accepted his love for Antonio?
Psssstttt, yeah right.

Story Bits
Usually when I write a chapter there's at least a paragraph that gets cut out because it was too long or because it disturbed the flow of the story.

Puppy Dog Eyes
In the last chapter, Chapter 18: The Family, originally Matthew was the one who was going to give Arthur puppy dog eyes and guilt trip him into joining the Big Gay Hug but it seemed too OOC so I scraped it.

"Iggggggggyyyyyyyy~!" Alfred whined, jotting out his bottom lip and flashing his father his puppy dog eyes. Though it proved to be largely ineffective for all it did was cause the harsh gentleman's eyebrow to twitch. But then Matthew joined in.

He lifted his head from Francis' shoulder and looked straight at Arthur with his large violet blue eyes that were shining thanks to his earlier tear shedding. He jotted out his bottom lips as well, even managing to make it quiver a bit.

"Arthur..." He said meekly, lowering his head and looking up at his step-father under his eyelashes. Arthur reeled.

Caution! Caution! Cuteness level has risen to a dangerous point! Is is even possible for a teen to be that adorable? Surely there had to be some law against it!

"F-Fine," Arthur said, giving up.

Random Extras
Some times when I'm writing I write these little extras that are in the Colours universe, but have nothing to do with the story or I can't find a place to put them in.

Sore Spots
Setting – The Bonnefoy-Kirkland household. Any normal day.

"Francis! Francis I didn't mean it just come out already!"

"Non!"

Arthur growled before he thumped his head against the door. Damn Frenchman! Really, this was his fault for being so damn...Emotional!

"Whoa, is Dad actually in trouble for a change?"

"This is so rare..."

"Quickly, get the camera."

Arthur turned his annoyed glare to the twins and within moments the two had scampered, not wanted to be in the middle of their parents squat. Arthur sighed before he again thumped his head against the door.

"Francis this is ridiculous, just come out so we can talk about th—"

"I don't want to talk to you, you insensitive swine!"

"All I bloody said was 'doughy!'"

Francis retort was spoken in rapid heavy accented french, and although Arthur knew the language conversationally, he had no idea what was said. He sighed again before he turned around and sat with his back against the door. If this was a battle of stubborn that he wanted, than a battle is what he would get.

Thinking back on it now, this whole situation was just so stupid. They had gotten into an argument over, what was it? Groceries, the kids? He couldn't even remember anymore. Whatever, the fact of the matter was that they had gotten into an argument. Now arguments between the two were as common as dinner. They were always pretty pointless, usually only lasted for about fifteen minutes or so, and almost always ended up in the bedroom. Though this was one of the times when the daily argument went a bit too far, when Arthur had accidentally trended on one of Francis' sore spots. His body.

It was a very strange thing for the Frenchman to be sore about, as he wasn't shy to flaunt his body about. Though to maintain such an magnifique figurehe had to constantly be at the gym. Before he got married, he was there at least four times a week. But after he got married...

Well, with the twins, therapy sessions, cooking, cleaning and not to mention getting promoted to head chief at the restaurant he worked at and having to work with high quantity ingredients...Well, it would be safe to assume that he didn't have as much time to work on his 'perfect' body. So whatever something was said, something like, oh um, 'you're looking a little doughy around the edges', he could get a little...Touchy.

"Are you still there?" He heard Francis ask with edge in his voice. Didn't sound like he was wearing down.

"...Yes."

Silence.

Silence.

...

More silence.

"Fine! I bloody...I apologize!" Arthur finally gave up and stood from his spot. "You still look as good as the day I met you, okay?"

There was a pause before the door creaked open and a sea blue eye looked out. "...Really?"

"Yes, really. And you, um..." Arthur coughed into his fist and looked elsewhere, his cheeks a light pink. "You...Look better now than you did back then..."

Another pause before the door opened fully and Francis stood there smiling at his spouse. "Oh Artie, you are so cute when you're honest." He said before pulling the other into a hug, which Arthur, with no witnesses around, returned. "But you didn't have to worry, I would have had to come out sooner or later. Dinner does not cook itself, non?"

Arthur pulled away from the hug so that he could raise an eyebrow at the blond. "I could have made dinner."

Francis laughed before shaking his head. "Mon amour, as much as I love you, your cooking could be used as rat poison."

Arthur completely pulled himself away from his husband with a hardened expression. Then he walked past the male and went into the room he was previously in, slamming the door behind him. There was a pause as Francis fully registered exactly what he said to the Brit. He turned around and pounded on the door with slight panic.

"Arthur! Arthur I didn't mean it! Come out, s'il vous plaît!"

"Go away you bleeding wanker!"

Tis that be all for neigh!(I don't think that makes sense, whatever)

Oh! Oh and, random, if you want to submit a random 'what if' idea for me to write or whatever for the next omake that would be cool. I would love to hear your ideas! (and I fail by myself OTL)

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