Hello Hello! Kitty29 here with another chapter of Colours!

Ha ha ha, a-whoa, this chapter is long. Why is long chapter so long? I actually had no idea, I started this thing thinking it would barely make my guild line of eight pages and here it stands (sits, lays...floats?) at a proud thirteen pages. A-haha...I can't decide if this is a win or a loss. Hm.

Anyways, sorry for the month delay. Although the next chapter of Just Who Am I? was suppose to be completed before this one. Though tell that to my muse, who insisted this be done first. Oh well, I don't mind. It's a good thing anyhow, am I right? Of course I am.

But enough idle chatter to myself! Let us get on with the story! Right after this message:

Thank you MaryMew for the wicked beta as always. She's the one with the gooder grammar than me.

Enjoy!

"Ah and the prodigal son returns." Gilbert joked as Alfred wandered back into the room.

"Hey," Alfred greeted, choosing to ignore the albino. "What's going on? Did I miss any ethical issues?"

"Well n-no it's just...oh." Matthew stopped himself when he realized the other was joking and he offered a short almost pitiful laugh. "Um, no, just the one." He looked down at the white ball that Yao was still holding out to him. Realizing he was holding it a little close, Matthew took a small step back. "Um, this is the black that Yong Soo pulled out of me and, um...Yao said that if I wanted to I could, uh...take it back..."

Alfred was taken aback by the information. He quickly turned to Yao. "'Take it back?' But Yong Soo just took it out why would Matt want it back?"

Yao sighed, hating to explain things twice. "Yong Soo took it and cleansed it of the black, aru. It's still a part of Matthew, if he doesn't want it he doesn't have to take it."

"Wait wait, hold up. What will happen if Matt doesn't take it?"

Yao made a face as if thinking back. "Feelings of emptiness, brief depression, loss of appetite—though that will happen regardless, aru. And he might not be able to remember things."

"W-what? I'm going to lose my memory?" Matthew exclaimed, suddenly horrified.

Yao quickly shook his head. "No, aru! By not taking this back you'll lose what you felt when you got it in the first place, making it harder for you to remember that certain memory."

The three teens looked at him blankly. Gilbert raised his hand but spoke before anyone could call him on it. "Yao, you know you have to explain shit when even I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Yao sighed again. "Okay, okay!" Deciding that this was almost too much excitement for his old twenty year old body to take, Yao made his way to the couch and sat. He took a few moments to arrange the information in his head before he spoke again; slowly. "Black is created when a person goes through a strong, unpleasant experience. All their extreme negative feelings taint their energy, turning it to black. There is black in everyone, aru. This is normal, our bodies can handle it. It's when people transfer their black into others that it becomes dangerous, apparently. The body doesn't know what to do with it.

"People with abilities transfer energy pretty much every time we come into connect with each other, making us more susceptible to the black but normal people can transfer it too. That's why I..." Yao stopped himself, realizing that was a different matter. "Black apparently taints the energy that we associate with the unpleasant event that created it in the first place. Take that away and all the things you felt from that event will eventually vanish as well. Some people remember their feelings from a memory before they remember the memory itself. So by forgetting those feelings, you might forget about the event."

The room went silent after Yao's explanation, each occupant mulling the information over carefully. Eventually, the quiet was broken by an almost equally quiet,

"But...isn't that a good thing?" Matthew looked to each person in the room, trying to see if any shared his opinion. "I-I mean...I might forget about something terrible that happened to me. Isn't that...good?"

"C'mon Birdie, don't do this to yourself, just take the thing."

"N-no, really! I-I...What's wrong with forgetting a bad memory? Ma-Maybe I..."

"...Do you even know what the memory is?" Alfred questioned, his brow still ceased as he continued to think the issue over. "Sure it created the black or whatever, but would it really be something you want to get rid of?"

Matthew didn't have to think hard to pinpoint the memory he could lose. "I...I think the memory is..." about Arthur betraying me. He looked to his twin. "...I'm not sure." He turned his attention back to the floating orb. By not taking it there was the possibly he could forget. Forget about finding out that Arthur had an ability and resuming life the way it was before. Was it wishful thinking? Alfred refused to believe him and he must have hurt Arthur by yelling at him like that. Maybe this wasn't about him. Maybe, maybe he should forget for the sake of normalcy.

He turned to Gilbert, his last lifeline. "What do you think I should do, Gil?"

Gilbert shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Take it; don't take it, why the fuck should I care?" He then abruptly turned and walked out the room, the sound of the door opening and slamming shut indicating he had also left the house.

The twins looked to each other as Yao sighed yet again. "Is he still not over it, aru...?"

"...Pst, drama queen." Alfred crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "What was that about?"

What was that about, indeed? "Gil!" Matthew called before he went after him. He exited the house to find Gilbert fuming on the front lawn. He approached him cautiously. "Gil...? Are you okay?"

Gilbert quickly turned back to face him, obviously upset. He pointed at him accusingly. "You're a lot of things but I didn't think selfish was one of them!"

Matthew was caught off guard, not having expecting that at all. "Wha-what?"

"You heard me! Selfish! Why the fuck else would you seriously consider forgetting shit?"

Matthew immediately tried to calm him down, not sure why he was so angry in the first place. "Yes I'm considering it but I'll may still remember even if I don't take it but...I'll forget what I felt and it...it could be better for everyone if I forg—"

"DON'T SAY THAT!" Gilbert suddenly yelled, storming up to Matthew until he was right in his face. "'It'll be better for everyone, it'll be better for everyone!' Sure, why the fuck not! But what happens when you make the exact same fucking mistake a month later just because you didn't remember making it in the first place? Will it be for others then, huh?"

"Well what if it wasn't my fault?" Matthew found himself shouting back, suddenly upset himself. "I did nothing wrong! How is it my fault that my father's an asshole!"

"So what?"

"So wha—I can't even call him dad, that's so what! How pathetic is that!" Matthew forced himself to stop, his throat tight. Gilbert may have been his boyfriend but he wasn't ready to talk about his situation with Arthur. Not yet. "This isn't about me, is it?"

Now it was Gilbert's turn to shut up. He turned and sulked off towards the driveway, where his poor excuse of a vehicle sat waiting for him. He unlocked the driver's side, getting in and closing the door behind him with a little too much force. He didn't start the car; he just sat there staring hard at nothing as his hands wrung the steering wheel. Matthew observed him, silently noting just how much this little issue had upset the other. Swallowing back his self-pity he walked over to the car and stood outside the passenger's side, gently knocking on the window to notify Gilbert of his presence. It took several long moments before Gilbert reached over and unlocked the door, not even looking at the blond as he resumed his former position. Matthew accepted his invitation and wordlessly entered the car, careful in closing the door just in case it fell off on him. He glanced at the ever silent Gilbert, nervously twiddling his thumbs. He didn't know what to say. It was usually Gilbert who was cheering him on or telling him some amusing story about something or other. This silence was almost disturbing. Still he endured it, silently hoping that he was just waiting for Gilbert to collect his thoughts. It nearly startled him when Gilbert spoke.

"Did you remember that time I was supposed to take you to the park but didn't?"

Matthew remembered. That was the day he learned of the not so great side of Gilbert's ability; that he would forget who he was every six months. People's abilities were always more than they appeared, he knew that before but it wasn't until that day he realized that wasn't always a good thing. Though he rather it didn't, thinking back on that day always unnerved him. "Yes. I remember."

"...I don't remember any of it."

Matthew looked to him, confused.

"I know it happened 'cause Westen told me, but anything that happened between us, I have no clue..." Gilbert brought his forehead to the steering wheel and sighed, his body slumping as he exhaled. "None..."

Matthew made to put a comforting hand on his shoulder but hesitated, unsure. "...Is it because of the...bi-annual thing?"

There was a beat of silence. "There's...another part of my ability, a thing I can only remember how to use when I can't remember who I am." A humourless chuckle passed his lips as he awkwardly shook his head. "Every six months I can...force myself to forget shit."

Matthew's eyes widened in surprise. Force himself to forget...? It...probably would be the simplest way to re-remember who he was but still, he would forget? Just like that? "You...force yourself to forget?"

Gilbert nodded as much as he could with his head against the steering wheel. "Yeah. I just forget. All the memories I don't think are important gone. Forever." He sighed again before pulling his face away from the steering wheel, though he still looked ahead as he spoke. "But sometimes it fucking sucks to forget the little things. I couldn't tell you Antonio's birthday if you paid me and apparently he's told me a million times. Plus, apparently, I've nearly killed Lovino twice! But how the fuck should I remember?" He felt Matthews hand on his shoulder and he stopped to grip his hands tighter around the steering wheel.

"I...I'm sorry."

"...For what? You inject me with chemicals to give me this marvelous gift at birth?"

"N-no not that, it's just..." Matthew paused and withdrew his hand with a small sigh. "You...you have all that on your mind and here I am...brooding about one little thing." He bit his bottom lip, resuming in the nervous twiddling of his thumbs. "I guess...even if it's a bad memory—even if it's a terrible memory...it's still my memory."

Gilbert slowly nodded, agreeing. "Yeah. You gotta take what you can from those memories to make up the most awesome you can be. See, I don't have to worry about it that much 'cause I'm already the most awesome person on earth." His lips tugged upward when that had elicited a small laugh from the other. "But I'll take my ability over Bell's or Rodcho's any day. I'd rather forget shit than file straining orders or have tinnitus for nearly fifteen years.""Tinnitus?""Yeah, it's like a constant ringing in the ears or something. Roderich's doctors said he had tinnitus when really he just didn't know he had an ability. His ability has something to do with sound and ears or something but I can't remember. Huh, guess I didn't think it was important enough to remember." He shook his head, pulling himself out of self pity before he was drawn in. "You know you're the first person I told this to outside family. Well, Feliciano and Yao know to a point but that was West, not me."

It was now that Gilbert looked over at his passenger. Their eyes met and suddenly the two found themselves trapped in each other's gaze. Not one to ignore his random urges, Gilbert leaned over and placed his lips on Matthews; taking a hand off the steering wheel to cup Matthews's cheek when he kissed back. The kisses were soft and sweet, and Matthew was surprised by how gentle Gilbert was being. He slowly leaned into it, wanting more. He was just thinking of adding tongue when Gilbert pulled away.

"We should get back before Yao thinks we got murdered or something." And before Matthew could say anything, Gilbert had left the car. Matthew only allowed himself a moment's pause before he climbed out the car as well and followed him back inside.

Gilbert glanced over at Matthew to find him staring. "What?"

Matthew looked away blushing. "Nothing."

Gilbert raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't address it.

They entered the family room again to find Yao lounging on the couch alone. Seeing the two approach he stood. "Aiyeh, it's about time. Really, I only said there was a chance you could forget. You all got so worked up..."

Ignoring that, Matthew glanced around the room. "Where's Alfred?"

"He had to make a call, aru. He'll be back soon."

As if he was standing by to wait for his cue, Alfred walked back into the room. "Cool, you're back with the princess."

Gilbert scoffed. "Fuck you."

"Not for a million bucks." Alfred retorted before he focused his attention on Matthew. "Okay so, what are you gonna do with that ball, Mattie?"

"I..." Matthew looked at the floating orb and swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve. "I'm going to take it back, even if it means I'll remember it forever."

Yao nodded, uninterested. "Okay. Just touch it and it will absorb back into your body."

Matthew nodded, sparing a quick glance back to his boyfriend, who smiled in silent encouragement. He reached for the orb.

"Wait wait, hold up a sec."

Everyone turned their attention to Alfred. He looked like something was bothering him. "If Matt doesn't take that...thing back, what would you do with it?"

Yao took a moment to think it over. "Study it, aru? If Matthew doesn't take it it will disappear within the day or so. Or Yong Soo might want it."

Matthew tilted his head in puzzlement. "Want it...? But why would Yong Soo want my..." feelings? Memory? What exactly was this again? "...thing?"

Yao shrugged. "I don't know, aru."

Matthew touched the orb without hesitation, the thought of another just randomly holding onto a part of him unnerving him greatly. As soon as his skin made contact the ball absorbed into his hand and disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence. Both Alfred and Gilbert were disappointed.

"That it?" Gilbert voiced. "I was expecting a bit of a light show or something."

Yao flicked his fingers outward, short bursts of neon lights exploding from the tips. "That's the most you get."

Gilbert shrugged. "Eh, fine. Good enough."

Alfred looked to his twin, who was staring at his hand rather intently. "Feel any different?"

Matthew blinked at him, seeming to have forgotten his presence. "What? Oh, yes. Kind of." He smiled, allowing his hand to return to his side. "A little better. Is-is Yong Soo around? I've like to thank him."

"He's probably just resting, aru." Yao quickly cut in. "If you have any other questions on the black you should ask him but he'll need a couple hours."

Matthew nodded in understanding. "Yes, okay. Thank you Yao."

Yao nodded, his mind already wondering elsewhere.

"Yes, thank you Yao!" Gilbert suddenly chimed in. "Our great and glorious leader Yao! Oh what would we ever do without you?"

"I'm leaving now." Yao turned to do just that, making the mischievous smirk on Gilbert's face grow.

"Now that all that's over," Alfred muttered to himself. "Mattie, can you do me a favour?"

"A favour?" Matthew repeated, curious.

"Yeah, I forgot my phone back at my work. Think you can swing by and grab it for me?"

Forgot his phone at—oh dang. It wasn't Alfred who forgot his phone at the coffee house, it was Matthew. He just kind of...threw it and ran. Oops.

"Uh-huh, and why can't you do it?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes at the albino. "Don't see why the hell it's your business but I got to run some errands." He returned his focus to his brother, trying to forget that the older boy was there. "Yeah, I have to go do some stuff now. I'll tell you about it later but while I'm gone can you get my phone?"

"Okay but if you're leaving take my phone." Matthew reached into his pocket and handed over his cell. "You can look through my stuff but please don't delete anything. Please."

Alfred rolled his eyes as he pocketed the device. "Yeah, yeah I already apologized for that! Even heroes make mistakes. How was I supposed to know formatting would delete everything?"

"The instruction manual."

"Who reads the instruction manuals of phones?"

"I do."

The two impatient teenage boys simply stared at Matthew's serious face. "...I might take a while so if I don't call just come back here. I'm sure Kiku won't mind, right Kiku?"

Kiku, who was conveniently passing by the room, froze and looked at his American friend. "Well-well I...no I do not mind but—"

As soon as he got his answer Alfred called, "Thanks Kiku! You're wicked cool!"

Kiku's cheeks turned a light pink at the compliment. "Th-Thank you Alfred-kun." He said before he continued on.

Alfred smiled at his friend before his attention turned to a nearby clock. "Yikes! I gotta go! You, freak, don't touch my brother and Matt I'll call you in an hour, maybe. Bye!" Alfred then ran off, leaving Matthew and Gilbert alone.

Gilbert laughed. "His phones probably been stolen by now you know."

Matthew glared at him. "That not fu—"

"Oh, before I forget."

The two jumped at the sudden reappearance of Yao, who somehow managed to appear right under their noses.

"Jesus Yao!" Gilbert exclaimed. "What the hell was that? Warn us next time!"

Yao smiled, allowing himself a moment to be pleased with himself. He then turned to Matthew, his expression neutral. "There some side effects from the cleansing that you should watch for, aru."

"Okay. I think you said something about loss of appetite before?" 'Cause he wasn't skinny enough. Sigh.

Yao nodded. "Yes, loss of appetite is one. Also you might have random bouts of doziness, mild mood swings—"

Gilbert interrupted him. "Like PMS mood swings or—"

"PMS mood swings, aru."

Gilbert groaned melodramatically. "God, what's the point of having a boyfriend anymore?"

Matthew pouted at him, not finding the joke funny at all. Gilbert shrugged sheepishly as if to say 'I tried'.

"You may feel a little nauseous and..." Yao made a face, really not wanting to say it. "You may fall in love with Yong Soo."

There was a very pregnant pause.

"...I might do what now?" Matthew asked, tone incredulous.

"Doctor, sorry to break it to you, but that side effect makes no sense." Gilbert added, bemused.

Yao raised his hands in front of him as if to remind the two he was a neutral third party. "Some people who got the black taken out of them through the mouth convince themselves that something 'magical' happened between them and Yong Soo, aru. Not all of them do, but some delude themselves into infatuation." Yao released a rather heavy sigh, clearly not having very good experiences with those individuals. "If you start having any thoughts about Yong Soo like...that, just stop. You don't."

"Man and your brothers dating him." Gilbert observed. "Awkwaarrrdddd~"

"Urgh, please don't." Matthew placed a hand over his face to try and hide his flush of embarrassment. "I feel like I should have known this before Yong Soo made out with me."

"I'm very jealous that that happened by the way." Gilbert noted, amusement dripping in every word.

"Yeah, I could tell."

"So very very jealous."

"Please stop."

"These side effects should only last for a few days, aru." Yao cut in. "If you have any physical pain like headaches or stomach pains, call me immediately, okay?"

Matthew straightened up and nodded. "Okay. Thank you again Yao."

Yao simply nodded again, not saying another word as he exited the room. Gilbert turned to Matthew with a smirk that was just a little too wide. Matthew frowned. "No."

"Matthew and Yong Soo sitting in a treee~"

"Really? You're going middle school?"

"Don't you be dissin' middle school."

"Oh god..."

"Hey, now you're dissin' middle school and you didn't apologize for cheating on me. My feelings are oh so hurt."

"I-I didn't cheat on you!"

"Oh but you did. So now you have to make it up to me."

Matthew squeaked when he felt a hand smack his rear.

"Big time."

Gilbert didn't even give his dear friend time to think before he closed the distance between them. Matthew's eyes widened, his cries of surprise muffled by the others mouth. Wow, this was certainly more...hungry than the last kiss they shared. Maybe Gilbert really was jealous.

Even so, Matthew tried to protest between kisses. "G-Gilbert this isn't—hrgh, even your, ah, house!"

"So?" Grabbing the front of Matthews's shirt he pushed him backwards until his legs hit the couch and he thumbed onto it, Gilbert gleefully falling on top. All that, and the not for a second did Gilbert stop attacking his lips. He didn't know whether to be impressed or disturbed by his skill.

Still, Matthew tried to push him away, this moment being a little too intimate to be having at—not even his friend's—but his brothers best friend's house; where he'll repay their cordial greeting with making out on their couch and making it awkward for everyone. He may not be a gentleman but he still had some class, damn it!

Gilbert, seeing as he wasn't getting anything back from the kiss, broke away from his mouth and moved onto his neck, allowing Matthew to speak again. "G-Gil! Seriously stop! Seriously don't—h-hey, what are you doing? St-stop that tickles! Stop that...that—oh."

Gilbert chuckled when he felt the hands that were previously trying to push him away now lightly gripping at his clothes, holding him in place. Heh, he knew he'd win sooner or later. He always won and now Matthew was all his and he was free to do whatever he wanted.

"N-no wait Gil I-I, I don't want this, ahh...no—kiss me."

But he was done with kissing, he had moved on. He was at the neck now and Matthew squirming under his nibbles and bites told him to stay. Hell if anything he'll start going south not north.

"Ah, mm—o-oh no...Please kiss me, Gil...bert"

But he...didn't want that...

"Gil, p-please kiss me."

Gilbert pulled himself away to loom over Matthew and give him a disapproving stare though Matthew paid it no mind as he stared right back. He looked rather disheveled, but Matthew didn't care about his lopsided glasses or sprawled out hair. He just looked at Gilbert, the slight haze over his violet eyes showing just how much he enjoyed the Prussians attention. He tried asking one last time.

"...Kiss me..."

Gilbert finally gave in. Swooping down he captured his mouth and Matthew welcomed it with enthusiasm. He grabbed onto each side of Gilbert's head, not allowing him to break apart until they both needed air, only to force them back together when he thought they had enough. Eventually it was Gilbert who had to push the other away. "Whoa, whoa, easy there Birdie. Go anymore hardcore and I'll start reliving some memories."

Matthew tensed, much to Gilbert's chagrin. "O-oh right. I'm sorry." He fixed his glasses before he slid his hands off Gilberts face and rested them on his clothed shoulders, just to be safe. "Is that okay?"

Gilbert nodded, looking elsewhere. There was an uncomfortable silence, broken only when Matthew felt the need to say, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Gilbert, arms getting tired from holding himself over the other, settled himself down so he was comfortably lying on top of the blond. "'Specially after that. You know, for a newcomer to this while making out thing you aren't half bad."

To that, Matthew was oddly silent. "W-well..."

Gilbert was honestly surprised. "Ohoho, Mattie! Frisky before fifteen! So who was it? Anyone I know?"

"I don't think so. It was when I lived in America. I dated him for about four months."

"Him, huh? So you always knew you liked sucking dick?"

Matthew grew red. "N-no! Well, yes I always knew I was g-gay if that what you're asking, but I've never...! I mean..."

A large grin spread across Gilbert's face. "So you're an oral virgin, huh? I'll be sure to remember that."

Matthew suddenly moved back so he could prop himself on his elbows, much to the annoyance of Gilbert, who had to push himself up or fall into the crack between Matthew and the back of the couch. He looked at Matthew to find his face bright red. "I've never gone all the way either! I'm not that much of a—th-that doesn't—w-what I mean is...is...uh...!"

He was silenced by sharp laughter. Gilbert's grin grew to almost impossible proportions. "I get it! So you've never hit a homerun either. I'll remember that too."

Matthew just reminded quiet, telling himself that the best way to not make a fool of himself was not to talk. But he still needed to make an escape plan. Damn it. "I-I really should go get Al's phone..." Somehow, he managed to wiggle his way out from under Gilbert and stood, smoothing out his clothes and hair.

Gilbert got up as well, figuring this was as good a time as any to head out. "'Kay, just give me a sec to—"

"Ac-actually I think I'll walk." Matthew stated, smiling sheepishly. "It's really nice outside, you know."

Gilbert paused and turned to him, momentary confused. "...You sure you don't want a drive?"

"Yes."

"'Cause it's kind of far."

"That's okay."

There was a stare down that lasted exactly five seconds.

Gilbert shrugged. "Alright. Call if you need me, I'll be at home doing everything but homework."

Matthew laughed, even though it wasn't funny. "Okay. Oh and, Gil? Thanks for...moral support."

"...Yeah, well, apparently that's all my awesome is good for to Yao."

"No, really I—" Matthew began wringing the bottom of his shirt. "I'm really glad you were here. I...thank you."

Gilbert blinked and to his surprise he felt his face heat up. Jesus Christ was he blushing? "Yep. You're really lucky to have the awesome me as a boyfriend. Seriously if I got anymore awesome I would just date myself."

"Really? Then...I guess I'll just have to take some of it for myself."

Gilbert was shocked. "What did you say?"

Matthew simply laughed again before he jogged out of the room, throwing a quick 'bye Gil!' over his shoulder before he left for good.

The albino simply stood there for a few moments before his grin returned to his face. Matthew Bonnefoy-Kirkland. The kid surprised him that was for sure. True he always had a thing for the blond but at first he would have been satisfied with a few make out session—or even a blowjob if he was really lucky but now he actually wanted more; but wasn't that a bad thing? Probably, but right now he didn't really give a fuck. It felt good and it would be way out of his character to reject things that felt good. Matthew was his and he was Matthews and that was just awesome with him. Hell if he was lucky this thing might even last more than a month. Unless...

The smile slipped from his face as he walked out the room and took a moment to look to the second floor of the house; where he was sure Yong Soo, now The Oracle, was resting. As ridiculous as it was, he was reminded of the most particular side effect of Matthew's cleansing.

He scoffed, feeling ridiculous for even thinking it. Of course Matthew wasn't going to fall in love with his twin's boyfriend, that's just fucking weird!

...Right?

"...Fucking Oracle."

/ / / \ \ \

It really was a nice day outside; a little chilly to be wearing a t-shirt, true but he could tough it out. He was happy, or maybe that was too strong of a word. He was oddly content, though there was a little more to it as well...

He wasn't angsting over his numerous bad situations. That was a good thing, right?

Matthew found himself smiling, finding the rhythm of walking smoothing. Maybe this was part of the mild mood swings that Yao had warned him about. Maybe halfway through the walk he would start randomly yelling at old ladies, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there. For now, just for the next half hour or so, he wouldn't worry about the future.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his mp3, glad he had saved up for it after his phone. 'Why get an mp3 when you can play music on your phone?' Alfred had stated viciously as if his statement was bullet proof; but look at him now. He could listen to music even without his phone. Take that Alf—

!... ...

His music player dropped onto the sidewalk below but that was the least of his worries. His body was frozen. He was telling it too but, but...he couldn't move!

Was...was this a side effect from the cleansing thing? W-w-what was he going to do? Even if he had his phone he couldn't move his arms! Fuck! Why did he have to walk?

His hand suddenly lunched forward without permission, scratching the concrete three feet from his mp3. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted another hand gather his fallen device and a moment later he fell forward as if broken from a spell. Realizing he had control over himself again he quickly straightened up and looked to the one that had picked up his device.

"Liz?"

There stood Elizabeta staring him down with the most discontent look he had ever seen; random bouts of colour bursting forth in quick dizzying displays. She said nothing, her frown darkening rapidly as she insisted on glowering at the younger teen. Then she sharply locked her head forward and continued walking, Matthew soon following in her exact footsteps by forces not his own.

"L-Liz! W-what...are yo—you doing?" Matthew was relieved to find that if he focused he could still use his vocal cords, or at least as relieved as one could get after realizing a mutual acquaintance had taken over his body.

Elizabeta remained silent and Matthew no longer had the ability to turn his head to gauge her expression. Should he start to panic? Should he have been panicking already?

Matthew snapped out of his thoughts when Elizabeta had begun to mumble. Quiet and incoherent at first but then she said something that made Matthew's mind go blank.

"I'm sorry. I have to do this."

They continued to walk.

For some reason this chapter seems very...superhero moral to me; like I'm putting subsumable messages into it so that my readers will learn to be better people. Meh, I always liked superhero cartoons, though just so I don't feel like some kind of fanfiction supervillain I'll just out and say it: be better people, kiddies! Remember to eat your veggies and wear fresh panties everyday! –smile, ding-

Mm, sometimes when I write Yao I feel as if I should have studied his Hetalia character more before I settled with the personality he has in this story. He's a lot more...excitable in the anime than I remember him to be. Then again...the same thing can be said about every character in that series. Especially Greece. Guy can't shut up for five seconds, God.

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