Hey guys, Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Colours! (About frinkin' time)
Yes I know that I've been gone for a long time but before that I updated pretty much every other day for like two months, that must have counted for something, right? …No? Sorry I asked.

Anyways, I could tell you guyz why I went missing for like, five or six months but I really don't think it matters much. All I can do is say sorry and that I love you guuyyyssss! (Don't leave mee…..)
I can't say I can promise regular updates, but I'll try as hard as I can!

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But that's still a ways away in the mean time please enjoy this chapter!

If Mathew could have restarted the day the first thing he would do was make up some excuse to get out of going to the hospital with Gilbert. It wasn't as if he didn't want to be with his newly acquired boyfriend, oh no. He had just forgotten something very important.

They wouldn't be alone.

He supposed it was his fault for overlooking the fact they were picking up Ludwig from the hospital and that there were many papers that needed to be filled out before the German could leave. By the person taking care of him. Which wasn't Gilbert.

To say the car ride there was awkward would be an understatement.

"He's glaring at me," Matthew observed, looking at the Prussian's grandfather, who had left them in the waiting room as he did paperwork.

"He's not glaring at you," Gilbert looked over as well. "Oh shit, he is glaring. Quickly! Look away before he gets you to do chores!"

Though the reasoning was ridiculous Matthew still followed his advice and Gilbert shifted his body so that he was somewhat blocking his grandfathers view.

"He...He doesn't know about..." The blond paused to gesture between them. "Us, does he?"

"I don't know," Gilbert answered truthfully, glancing back at his relative none too subtlety. "I didn't tell him but he just knows everything. Seriously, he's like some kind of fucking wizard or something."

Matthew also looked over at his vice principal and began to twiddle his fingers nervously. "...I don't think he likes me."

"Gramps doesn't like anyone," Gilbert said with a shrug, as if he had long since given up trying to find out why the older man was always so grumpy. "I'd be more freaked if he liked you."

Matthew didn't really look convinced, but he decided not to dwell on it for now. "Your grandfather is really young looking." He was actually surprised when he learned the man was a grandfather. Before he honestly thought he was no older than thirty.

Gilbert smirked proudly, as if the comment towards his relative was somehow directed at him as well. "Well, Beilschmidt genes are the best in the world! Plus it helps that he's only like, fifty or something."

The Canadian's head snapped to the Prussian, his eyes wide. "F-Fifty? But that's so young!"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "You are the first fifteen year old I've heard call fifty young."

"Okay, so it's not really young," Matthew agreed. "But my grandparents are nearly eighty!"

The older teen signed before he answered the unvoiced question. "Yeah, being a man whore runs in my family. Gramps had my dad at sixteen and my awesome presence graced the earth when my dad was eighteen. The girlies just can't handle our awesomeness..."

Matthew blinked at the brief family history before a feeling of dread washed over him as he recalled Gilbert's age. He knew it was stupid even before he asked the question but this was kind of important. "You're not a father are you? Ca-Cause you can tell me if you a—"

He was interrupted when Gilbert released a bark of a laugh. "Even I'm not as much of a slut as my forefathers." He paused before he wiggled his eyebrows at the other. "Unless you want me to."

Matthew blushed before he quickly decided to change the subject. "So, um...Have you seen Liz lately?"

Gilbert gave him a look at the random question. "Liz...? As in Elizabeta, Liz? Head of the warehouse group Liz?"

Matthew nodded. "Yeah, apparently Alfred saw her here a few days ago."

"The hospital, here?" Matthew nodded once more and Gilbert made a face as if thinking. "Yeah I think she did say something like that. Something about... Doing some assignment about suicide or some shit, I wasn't really paying attention." He paused to scratch the back of his neck. "Dunno why the hell she would start now. Schools almost frinkin' over."

Matthew was actually a bit taken back by the answer. He didn't really expect it to be so helpful. "Oh, so you and Liz are friends?" If Elizabeta had told Gilbert that then why did Ivan call him asking for information? There had to be some kind of explanation to why Elizabeta didn't want to be spotted and Ivan was looking for her. Maybe they were working on a project together? Wait, that wouldn't make any sense, Elizabeta was in high school while Ivan in university. He knew he shouldn't be dwelling on other people's affairs but Alfred's claim of it bring suspicious did hold some merit. Snapping out of his thoughts he looked to Gilbert and found him actually looking uncomfortable, only adding to his curiosity.

"Well, you know, my awesomeness would just be wasted if I only went to one club. So sometime I go over to the warehouse group and shake things up!" He then unleashed a curt almost hesitant chuckle before he looked elsewhere and fell silent.

Matthew couldn't help but stare at his obvious lie. "Uh, Gil I—"

"Hey! Is that Roderich I see over there?"

Mathew looked to where Gilbert was gesturing to see...oh hey. It really was Roderich.

The Austrian seemed to have spotted them at the same time though immediately looked away. For a moment he considered pretending he didn't see them and continue on with his day. He glanced over and released a small sigh, realizing they spotted him as well. Walking away now would be rude. So he reluctantly made his way over.

"Hello," He greeted, nodding his head towards the both of them in a show of acknowledgement.

"Yo Rodcho," Gilbert greeted back, Roderichs eyebrow twitch only making his grin widen. "You here to visit?"

Roderich released a sigh through his nose before he nodded. "I assume you're here for Ludwig?"

The albino laughed at the others tone. "You make it sound as if you're in charge of keeping track of everyone!" He laughed again before he turned to his boyfriend. "Can you believe this guy's a teen?"

Matthew just shrugged sheepishly, not really wanting to get in between…Whatever was happening. Roderich just gave Gilbert a blank stare before he decided he was done with the greeting. "I need to go. Goodbye." With that Roderich nodded towards the two of them again before he walked off.

Gilbert watched him go with his usual large cocky smile on his face, though it vanished nearly as soon as the dark haired male rounded a corner. "Huh," Gilbert started, still looking towards where the Austrian once was. "That was weird."

Matthew was glad he wasn't the only one that shared that opinion. That interaction was more like a scene out of a comedic play than a shared greeting between two teenagers.

"He's usually more stuck up when I call him Rodcho."

...Mm. And Matthew thought he was the strange one. Then again, ever since they first met he knew that normal and Gilbert were never acquaintances. Then again, no one he really knew were 'normal' but really what was normal anyway? The most 'normal' person he knew was Arthur and he's one of the weirdest people he knew as well. Maybe he should start being more boring...

"Hey," That one word brought Matthew back into reality and he focused on the albino. "Looks like Gramps is gonna be a while. Wanna go bother my brother?"

Matthew gave a brief shrug before he nodded and together the two got up and left the waiting room.

/ / / \ \ \

How they ended up in this situation Feliciano didn't know. All he remembered of the last couple minutes was Ludwig coming into his room and telling him that he was going home today. There had been an awkward silence, that he could remember. But then, out of the blue Ludwig caught him completely off guard with, "Give me your wound."

All the Italian could think of doing was stare at the blond, though the other refused to make eye contact. "Lud…Lud I—"

"Everyone's ability is more than it appears," Ludwig paused, the faint deepening of his brow bring an odd glint of unsure determination to his eye. "If you can inflict wounds onto yourself then…" Another pause, though he still couldn't bring himself to look at the other. "…You can give it back."

Feliciano's eyes widened and a feeling he couldn't quite place rose inside him. He continued to stare at the German, thinking that if he could match his gaze he could identify the emotion. "Lud I…don't…I thought you were going home today."

"I don't want to…" It seemed as if there was something much more to that sentence, though it disappeared into a quiet, awkward cough.

"But Luddy I need you to go!" Feliciano suddenly blurted out, the sudden forming of tears prickling the corner of his eyes. "Th-Then I'll know that you'll be o—"

The word caught in his throat when Ludwig finally matched their gaze and another burst of the strange feeling rose within him. For a moment his blue eyes burned with unnecessary intensity though they softened when it only made Feliciano look more fearful. He went towards the blanket covered man, trying to look sure but failing. When he was close enough he gently placed his hands on the Italians clothed shoulders, ignoring the other physicality flinch.

"Feliciano, I…I don't…want…to leave you."

There was nothing on the German's face that showed that he was lying. That was why Feliciano had to look away, the small movement causing his wound to throb. If Ludwig had said that to him before all this, he would have burst into joyful tears and thrown himself at his feet. Now the tears threatening to fall were ones of frustration.

He tried to blink the liquid away but before he could a hand caught his chin and made him look at him. Either Ludwig forgot that Feliciano's ability worked through touch or he just didn't care.

"You saved my life Feliciano," Ludwig said softly, forcing Feliciano to listen. "You don't have to suffer anymore."

Despite himself, Feliciano's hand ghosted over his wound. Even that small action caused him pain. The tears he was holding back began to fall. "…What do you want me to do?"

/ / / \ \ \

"So you got an appointment with Yao after this?" Gilbert asked as smoothly as he could. He would never actually admit this but after all this picking up of his not-as-awesome brother he kind of wanted him and Matthew to spend some time alone together to do all that cutesy relationship shit that all new couples do. Not that he would ever suggest that because that would be pretty unawesome but if Matthew wanted to do it then it would be unawesome of him not to comply.

"Yeah. Yao really thinks I can do this whole…Connecting thing." Matthew replied, obviously not reading Gilbert's inner thoughts.

"So what? You don't think that you can do it?"

Matthew made a face before he shrugged. "I don't know. The whole idea is a little farfetched."

"Like seeing emotions in colours?"

"Touché."

Gilbert smirked as he turned the corner, the other following closely behind. If he remember correctly his brothers room was just down the hall. "Yeah whatever. Just make sure you don't die on your way back."

Matthew let out a small airy chuckle. "Um, okay? I'll try? Why would you even say something like that?"

Gilbert waved his hand, dismissing the comment. "Pst, don't worry about it. Yao will probably tell you about his conspiracy theories when you get there. Seriously that guy is so frinkin' parano—"

A sudden shirk embodying horror suddenly sliced through the hospital, instantly stopping the thoughts of anyone who heard it. For just a moment the entire would went silent as if in awe of such an emotional yell. In that moment, even the various machines that were constanty working had gone quiet if not for the respect of the call that had caused it.

The moment ended and immediately doctors, nurses and even some curious patients ran towards the sound. Matthew and Gilbert stayed where they were, staring dumbly ahead while all the persons rushed by. Matthew just blinked and watched people go, still not sure what was going on. That scream had shook him so much he would still feel it vibrating inside him.

"…Holy shit."

Matthew turned to his boyfriend, glad when he saw Gilbert as wide eyes and slack jawed as he must have been.

"…I think that was Liz."

…WHAT?

But before Matthew could voice his thoughts to the other Gilbert was gone, chasing after random doctors in hope that they knew where they were going. Soon after, Matthew found himself running too.

"Gil! Wait!" He called to the wind, seeing as the Prussian was too far ahead to hear him. Dammit! Why did everywhere he went had to have so much dra— Was that Ludwig being carried away on a stretcher?

Stopping completely he stepped aside to allow the busy doctors room to pass. As they went by he confirmed his suspensions. There lay Ludwig, his face scrunched up in pain as he tried to stop the blond from flowing out of his re opened wound. Matthew looked back at wherever Gilbert had run off to. DAMMIT! Why can't he just have one emergency at a time?

"MATTEO!"

Matthew barely even had time to turn before the Italian slammed into him, nearly forcing the two to the ground. Feliciano had wasting no time in burying his face into Matthew's shirt, babbling uselessly as he clung to him. "I-I can't believe t-that-that Luddy would be, and I did- but I-I-I didn't mean to…I shouldn't b-but I had to! And-And-And-And—"

Matthew grabbed Feliciano's shoulders and held him at arm's length, feeling very uncomfortable. "Fe-Feliciano! Are you okay? What happened?"

Feliciano took a moment to try and compose himself, fruitlessly trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks. "W-Well…L-Luddy came into my room and I…I…" More hot tears streamed down his face before he just blurted it out. "I gave Luddy his wound back!"

…WHAT?

"What? But how, why, I mean…You can do that?"

Feliciano looked at him with his large watery eyes and a sudden strange mix of blue and green snapped into his vision. Feliciano buried himself into Matthew's shirt again, rambling incoherently into the fabric.

Matthews hands lifted awkwardly behind the other male, not really knowing what he should do. Last time he saw the Italian he seemed terrified of touch and now he was clinging onto him for dear life. Should he…try to…comfort him or…?

"Matt!"

Oh thank god a distraction. Matthew turned in time to see Gilbert slow to a stop beside him. "Gil! What happened? Was that Liz?" He quickly questioned before the other had a chance to ask about Feliciano.

Gilbert nodded, panting lightly as he looked around the hallway. "Yeah that was her but Roderichs got it. Have you seen Ludwig?"

At the sound of the German's name Feliciano detached himself from Matthew to turn and apologize profusely at Gilbert. "O-Oh Gil! I didn't mean to do it!" Was the only thing that was really coherent before it just became a mess of words and sobs. Gilbert looked to Matthew, the question on his face far louder than his voice would have been. "Matt wh—"

"I'm not sure," Matthew answered, shaking his head. "He said something about giving Ludwig his wound back but—"

"WHAT?"

At that the Italians cries got even louder, the depressed colour leaping off of him making Matthew's head hurt. He tried to comfort him. "Fe-Feliciano, it's okay! I'm sure that Ludwig is fi—"

But before he could finish his sentence Gilbert had taken off one of his gloves and placed his hand on Feliciano's face. Almost immediately Feliciano stopped crying and a small gasp escaped him. He then collapsed into a dead faint, Gilbert catching him before he fell onto the ground. Matthew was shocked.

"The hell are you doing?" He exclaimed, too relieved that the depressed colour was gone to feel as angry as he should have been. "Are you trying to put him back into a coma?"

"He'll be fine." Was Gilbert's curt reply, only half listening. "Here, take Feli back to his room. I have to make sure Ludwig didn't kill himself." He practically threw Feliciano at Matthew at the way he handed him off and then readied himself as if to run to wherever his younger brother was. Before he did he turned to his boyfriend. "I'll call you." He said before he lingered for just a moment longer to steal a kiss before he was gone.

Matthew stood there and stared after him for a while, not knowing whether he should feel angry at the Prussian for being…him, impressed by his loyalty to his sibling or just plain confused at everything that's happened. Sighing, he adjusted the dead weight comfortably on him before he began the walk to where he thought Feliciano's room was.

He was never going to pursue medicine.

Some excitement to come back to, right?
Matthew was fun to write in this one, writing him being conflicted or flabbergasted is really fun for some reason. (I'm a awesomely horrible person you shush.)

I finally wrote the whole outline for this thing so now I actually know what I'm doing (kind of) so now I can actually get to the plot! (What? There's a plot? Why was I not told of this?)

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