Hey guys! Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Colours! Oh Yeah!
Remind me to never again write a scene with sixteen characters in it my god (it's not like they're all mentioned but it was a bitch trying to keep track of them all). Still probably going to do it later though aaahhhhhhh...

Special thanks to AmfibiefiskenLarry with the help with the Su-san speech. I think I'm getting the hang of iiitttta'. (Expect for the giggle that escapes me every time I image Berwald call Alfred 'El'red'. I didn't put that in there but it still makes me laugh.)

I know my next milestone is 700 but thank you Naruta13 for my 666th review! C'mon, when can I ever say I had 666 reviews in a story? Probably not for a while if ever again lol.

Anyways, please enjoy!

Everyone found themselves staring at the large hulk of a man as he sat at the table, his large presence making the room seem smaller. Though nearly everyone in the room was intimated by the man they couldn't help but look at him. No one would admit it they all kind of had this idea that as soon as this man showed up they would come up with some perfect plan to wake up Feliciano. Though even with that in mind none of them could bring themselves to sit next to the intimating man. The only ones seemed willing were Alfred and Matthew and they each sat on either side of him, not looking very happy about it. Then again, they didn't really look very happy about anything. Berwald, beginning to feel rather uncomfortable with all the eyes on him, decided to break the silence.

"Hello."

Everyone murmured greetings back before the room regained it's former quiet. Bella, thinking that this was starting to get a little ridiculous, decided to start the meeting. "So, erm, Berwald." She lost some of her resolve when he turned to look at her. "Um, you were the first one on the scene when Ludwig was shot, right?"

"Yes." Was his curt reply.

Silence.

Bella tried to keep it going. "Did you know beforehand that that was going to happen?"

Berwald nodded. "Yes. I saw it."

Everyone peeked up at that. "So you are an oracle." Michelle stated. The large blond turned to her and she moved to hide herself behind Kaoru.

"Or'cle?" He questioned, confused. "Thought women w're or'cles."

"Not that oracle, aru," Yao said, finally deciding to speak. "You do know that they're people with abilities, right?"

Berwald nodded before he turned to the Canadian beside him. "Matt'ew has one."

Matthew nodded, though he was looking elsewhere with his arms crossed. "Yeah. Everyone here has an ability except for Alfred."

Lilly was about to speak up and say that she and Kiku didn't have one either, but Vash silenced her.

Alfred was also looking away with his arms crossed. "Screw you, asshole."

Matthew mumbled something in french and Alfred was on his feet and glaring at the twin. "You take that back!"

The Canadian was on his feet now as well. "Make me!"

They tried lunging at each other from over the Swede but the larger man grabbed them by the back of the shirts and easily tugged them back into their chairs. "Behav'," he demanded, making sure the two weren't going to try to attack each other again before he let go.

"Uh, right," Yao said, quickly trying to stop the awkward silence he was sure would follow if no one said anything. "So you saw it happen? How, aru?"

At this Berwald seemed to look a bit uncomfortable. "I...hum..." He crossed his arms and looked down at the table in front of him. "Dre'm. I saw it in a dre'm."

Bella seemed interested, and she raised a hand to her chin in a thinking matter. "A dream seeker? I didn't think there were any in this country."

Ignoring the woman's observation, Yao continued with his questions. "Is that why you used gloves to avoid registering Feliciano?"

Berwald was feeling more and more confused as the meeting went on. Oracle? Dream seeker? Register? What was with all this mambo jumbo they were throwing at him? Nevertheless he tried to answer the question the best he could. "In the dre'm I touched 'im an' he...Disappea'ed." He didn't notice the horrified looks as he continued. "When I wo'e gloves he was f'ne. So I w're gloves."

"So you saw everything happen in a dream?" Elizabeta asked, continuing when she got a nod from the man. "Why didn't you tell the police it was going to happen?"

Berwald took on a troubled look. "Wouldn't beli've meh. N'one would. I went 'cause I thought I could h'lp."

"Why did you think you could help?" Raiman asked from the other side of the room, not realizing how rude it sounded until after it left his lips.

Berwald looked at the teen and stated, very bluntly. "'M a nurse."

Silence took on the room once more, but this quiet was different from the others. This silence was eerie, almost incredulous. It lasted for several moments, only broken when a small snicker escaped from Gilbert's mouth, which he quickly covered. From there several other people began to cover up their smiles as well. They couldn't help it. More than half of the room had just imaged the large man in an old fashion nurse outfit and it was rather funny.

Yao, however, didn't hide his smile but it was for a different reason. "That's perfect, aru!" He looked to the back of the room. "Ravis, was the weather report correct for tomorrow?"

Ravis blinked at the sudden excitement in the others voice. "W-Well," his brow ceased as he focused. "It's wrong. It'll rain for an two hours and twenty seven minutes and then dazzle for the rest of the day. No thunderstorms."

"Have you come up with a way to wake Feliciano?" Roderich asked and the Asian nodded.

"If I'm right, Feliciano will be awake by tomorrow." He turned to Bella and mentioned her over as excited mummers were heard around the room. "The meetings over while I make plans, aru!"

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Matthew released a sigh as he sat in the very office looking sitting room. Nearly everyone had left almost as soon as the Chinese man said they could, but he and Alfred stayed behind. It wasn't really like they were there by choice, seeing as they were driven there by Berwald and he was currently still in the room with Yao and Bella discussing whatever. So really, trapped would be more like it. He felt someone sit beside him on the surprisingly comfy couch and a moment later a voice joined it.

"So what's up with you and your brother? You guys looked about to rip each others throats out."

The Canadian turned to see Gilbert waiting for an answer. He sighed again before he looked away. "We...We got into a fight right after we find Uncle Ox. I...I think this is the biggest fight we've ever had..."

He was kind of hoping that the Prussian would reassure him. Tell him that he had fights with Ludwig all the time but they were always fine in the end. That everything was going to be okay.

"Wait, hold up. Uncle Ox? You mean the far from hot nurse next door?"

Maybe he had hoped for too much.

Matthew placed his elbow on the armrest and rested his fist under his chin, pointingly looking away from the Prussian. "Yeah but he's not really my uncle. He's an old family friend."

Gilbert blinked before he leaned forward so that he could see the the Canadian's face. "You mean your Dad's friend?"

Matthew shook his head. "No, not my Dad." He seemed to pause in thought before he looked back at Gilbert, a small sad smile on his face. "My Mom."

Gilbert may not have dated a lot of people but he's touched his fair share of people who have. It was safe to say he knew relationships. Though even with all that information in his head he didn't know how the hell he should proceed with Matthew. Should he ask him more about his Mom? Drop it? Should he...Comfort him? Wait, why was he thinking of this as a relationship? It wasn't like they were going out! But that's what he wanted, right? To call Matthew his boyfriend? Well geez, sure he pitched for both teams but even so that was pretty gay. He didn't even let Feliks call him his boyfriend when they went out—though he did it anyway, something about him being cute when he was shy. Cross dressing weirdo.

Back to the important stuff, what should he do? All he knew was that he had touched Matthew dozens of times, hell he had his freakin' fingers in his mouth and yet not once did he ever get any information about the Canadian's mother. It must have been a touchy subject and yet he was sharing it with him. What should he do? Why was he thinking about it so much? Why was he thinking so much about it now?

Matthew tilted head at the suddenly silent Prussian before he snapped his fingers in front of him. "Gil? Gilbert? You there?"

Gilbert snapped out of his daze and looked at the Canadian. "Huh? Oh, uh..." Screw thinking Gilbert, just do whatever the hell you feel like. When has that failed him?

He leaned back and swung his arm behind Matthew, resting it on the couch behind him. It was an open invitation, should he want it. If not, he would just look like he was trying to get more comfortable. Why the hell was he still thinking so much into this? "You know, I've never heard you talk about your Mom."

Matthew opened his mouth to say something but paused, opting to look down at his hands for a bit. He turned his body so that he was facing Gilbert and leaned back into his arm. "That's because I don't really remember her. She left me and my Papa when I was little."

"What about Alfred?"

His eyes glazed over as he thought back on the memory. His answer was bitter and blunt. "She took him."

The room took on silence as Gilbert desperately searched for something to say. He was glad that the Canadian was sharing this with him but even so, what does a guy say to that obviously painful memory? Should he even say anything? Almost hesitantly Gilbert placed a leather clad hand on the others shoulder and tried rubbing it in a soothing matter. Apparently this was the right thing to do.

Matthew twisted his body towards the Prussian even more before he rested his head on the others chest, releasing a small sigh. They stayed that way for a while in silence, not noticing someone enter the building until he spoke.

"Matt, Dad said—" Alfred stopped mid sentence when he saw the scene and Matthew ripped himself away from Gilbert to look at his brother.

"Alfred I—" But it was useless, as the twin had already left. Matthew released a heavy sigh before he leaned back onto Gilbert, allowing the other to wrap his arms around his stomach.

"By the way, what did you say to him back at the meeting? That French thing. I'm surprised the idiot even knows a different language."

"He doesn't," Matthew clarified. "But...He always knows when I'm making fun of his phobia..."

Gilbert made a noise of understanding in his throat. "You mean the balloon thing?"

There was a small pause before Matthew nodded. He supposed everyone in school knew about it by now. If not from the most recent event with the balloon in his locker than definitely from the dance they went to last year. Alfred's date was not impressed that night. "Yeah. The balloon thing."

They stayed in brief silence before Gilbert felt the need to ask one more question. "What did you two fight about anyway?"

Matthew didn't answer at first, instead allowing himself to stay in the Prussian's warmth for just a while longer. Then, unwillingly, he reached down and uncurled the arms around him. "You," he answered before he pushed himself on his feet and followed after his brother.

Gilbert just watched him go, his eyes a bit wide at the confession. They were fighting about him? Wait, didn't Matthew say that this was the biggest fight they had ever gotten in? Over him? Did this mean that Matthew's view of him was the opposite of his twin? Who he was sure hated him. But wouldn't that mean...

Gilbert couldn't help the smile that came on his face as he pumped his fist in victory, despite Matthew's plight. Hells yeah, this was good. The Canadian was going through far too much shit for him to make a move but it was a foot in the door. For now, that was all he needed.

It didn't take long for Matthew to spot Alfred, seeing as the parking lot was basically empty. He was leaning over the railing that lined it, his face turned away from the younger blond. Matthew made his way over and when he was within hearing distance he heard Alfred say,

"Unless you're here to apologize I don't give a shit."

Truthfully Matthew didn't know why he was there. He didn't do anything wrong. Well, okay he slapped him but he already tried to apologize for that but Alfred wouldn't have anything of it. He stopped a few feet away from him. "I don't know what I'm supposed to apologize for." This time he wasn't going to be the one that felt guilty because Alfred was mad at him and change his ways to suit him. Not over this.

"Then go away!" Alfred called, still not looking at him. Matthew didn't move.

"You're acting like a kid!" He called out, anger raising in his chest. "I'm not going to say sorry for making a friend."

Alfred kept his hands on the railing as he pulled away from it, lowering his head between his arms and releasing a sick laugh. Matthew ached an eyebrow and unconsciously took a step back. That laugh wasn't like Alfred. It was hollow and joyless and yet, held some kind of sick amusement. Matthew tried looking at his colours but they were being far too erratic for him to guess at what his twin was feeling.

"You think I'm mad because you made a friend?" He asked incredulously and it was now that he turned toward his sibling, his anger obviously masking some other emotion. He walked until he was right up in the others face and Matthew didn't back down. "I'm mad because I'M the only one who can be your hero!" Then he walked past Matthew, making sure to bump into his shoulder as he went.

Matthew wanted to say he was surprised but a part of him had seen it coming. He also wished he could say he was flattered by how much Alfred cared for him but it only served to make him more angry. He couldn't believe just how self centred he was being, especially now! He had a freakin' cast, he witnessed one of his friends getting shot and he put his other friend in a coma! For once in his life couldn't this be about him?

But even so, the only thing he could think of calling was, "Where are you going?"

Alfred turned to look at him but continued walking backwards as he answered. "Dad called. Said that he could come pick us up if we wanted but you know what? I'll take the bus, so that you can spend more time with your boyfriend!" He then turned and continued walking, showing that he was done.

Matthew refused to let him have the last word. "Fine! Fine! Maybe I will! Maybe I will spend more time with my boyfriend!" He called, his voice creaking near the end. Goddammit! He knew that he had been through a lot and that he was a teenager going through puberty but he would rather jerk off five times a day than feel the need to cry as often as he did.

Swallowing back the lump in his throat he turned and stormed back towards the building. Even if he didn't do anything he still felt these unnecessary feelings. Damn emotions only served to complicate things. To bad he couldn't use his ability on himself.

He froze mid step. Wait. Who's to say he couldn't use his ability on himself? He's never tried. Mirror. He needed a mirror. Turning toward the nearest car he ran over and looked at his reflection in the side view mirror.

Right, concentrate. It was weird concentrating on himself. As much as he hated to admit it he tried imagining himself as Alfred. He had looked at Alfred's colours dozens of times and they were frinkin identical twins. It should be easy, right? It took several minutes of nothing happening before he accepted the fact that he couldn't control his emotions the easy way. God...dammit...

Angrily he wiped the forming tears away from his eyes as he went towards the building again. Pull it together Williams. You can't do this. Not here, not now, not alone. He had just about reached the building when someone had walked out. Not really paying attention to where he was going, the young blond bumped into him.

"Matt'ew," Berwald acknowledged, catching the other before he fell backwards. "Where's Alfred?"

"I don't care," Matthew said, trying to hide the faint quiver in his voice. "I think Arthur picked him up or something..."

The larger man simply 'hm'd before he looked around at the nearly empty parking lot. His head was still buzzing from the talk he just had with Yao and Bella. Though he's known about his ability for a while he wasn't aware that they had all these terms for things that happened to them. Getting a crash course on everything was...Interesting. Confusing, but interesting. All he knew was that he wanted coffee. "Ya' ready to go?"

Matthew paused. Could he hold himself together until he reached his house? He would have to. He nodded and Berwald began to walk ahead to the car. Matthew gave the building one last look before he followed.

"Hey Blondie."

"Oh my—" Okay, people really needed to stop doing that. Matthew placed a hand over his racing heart as he looked up at the Prussian that had walked up beside him. "G-Gilbert! What are you—"

"Thinking too much."

Before the blond could ask what that meant the albino turned to where the larger man was still walking. "Hey! Mr...uh...Nurse guy!"

Berwald stopped walking and looked back at the—er— title and Gilbert flinched. Seriously, what is up with this guy and his face? "Uh, you mind giving me a ride too? I don't live that far from Matt here."

The Swede nodded. "'Kay. We're leavin' now," he said before he started walking again.

A bit confused, Matthew quickly followed after Gilbert as he began to walk too. "Um, didn't you drive here today?"

"Nope," Gilbert lied smoothly as they passed by the 'Awesome Mobile'. "Even if I did I figured I might as well come and keep you company anyway. Can't call myself your 'other hero' if I wasn't there or whatever."

Matthew flinched. "Oh...So you heard that."

"Hate to break it to you, Mattie but your brother's not quiet."

That made the Canadian laugh, Gilbert was proud to say. There was a pause before the silver haired teen felt a pressure on his hand and he looked down to find Matthew's hand intertwined with his own.

"Thanks Gil."

"No problem, babe."

I realized that for a PruCan story, there wasn't really much Prucan going on, so there you go. That should hold you guys off for what I have planed next...Don't hurt me...

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