Just to let you guys know, Gilbert's friends aren't real Hetalia characters. They're fictional.

Again, I'm doing a disclaimer. But this time, it's... ROMANO! I just told him that if he does this disclaimer he'll get tomatoes, but he doesn't want to.

Romano: I've got a shitload of tomatoes too! At home! Forget it, I'm leaving -
Me: You are, are you? Well, being a nice host and all, I've got to say - *pulls hair curl* GOOD BYE!
Romano: Ack! O-okay! S-stop it! *Turns bright red* Th-This bitch here, d-doesn't own H-Hetalia Axis P-Powers... LET GO OF ME! O-OH!
Spain: Romano? Is everything okay?

Enough self insertion. Time for the real deal!

Chapter Two: The Hero of My ... Face!

"THE HERO WILL SAVE YOU!"

A pale fist was about to destroy my face, until those words stopped it.

Gilbert looked up at that second, confused. His other hand released the tight grip on my shirt, and my feat was able to touch the cafeteria floor again.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to command my body to stop shivering in fear. My bullying history wasn't that bad; in the past, people had tripped me and shoved me down the hall. They had even called out some verbal insults once in a while, but that was it. They didn't look twice at me, so I had never received any punches. Until now.

Gilbert scanned the crowd through his abnormally red eyes, looking for the person that had dared to defend me. I thought of escaping, however his ugly friends stared at me with watchful eyes, daring me to move. My body was locked in an uncomfortable environment, and there was no way out.

Until my savior decided to step in. "Move!" That same person demanded, and immediately a path was made for him by the hundreds of people that had all gathered to watch my fate. Wow.

Since Gilbert and his [well, they weren't that bad looking, but I hated them at that moment, so I'm going to use the term hideous] friends were standing in the opposite side, they couldn't really do much as a blonde marched up to them from my side.

I could only see his back, however he wore a brown jacket, which had the digits '50' in scripted below with big, white font.

"Jones? What the hell do you want?" Gilbert snarled, glaring daggers at him. His friends wore similar looks on their faces.

Jones, (I'm guessing that's his name) burst into laughter. I had to admit, his confidence level was really high. I wish I had that blessing. A voice in the back of my mind spoke.

"Yo Beiber! Referring to the hero's awesome last name again?" He snickered, pointing at himself. "Do you have amnesia or something? It's Alfred F. Jones. Write it down if you can't remember it."

"Why would I want to remember the name of someone like you?" Gilbert retorted. "Before you go lecturing me on keeping track of your own fucking name, remember mine FIRST. It's Gilbert Beilschmidt. Not Bieber."

"Can't help it if you've got a weird ass name that is just BEGGING to made fun at!"

"And I simply can't help it if you've got the IQ of a three year old child -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! If anyone's got incredibly short IQ points, it's you."

Gilbert took a step forward menacingly, and so did Alfred. They both glared heatedly at each other. By this point, the two had forgotten about me, as they were locked in a scowling competition that gave off so much heat, that it would have even made the Sun jealous.

The crowd was watching the two attentively, occasionally whispering to each other. It was suprising how fast people tend to forgot I was here, as what they're doing right now. One person even demanded for me to "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" as I was blocking his precious fight. Ugh, they sound like Dad when he's watching wrestling. It's not that I didn't watch the sport either, it's just that I wasn't as into it as my obsessed father.

Everyone clearly expected a full-out brawl, however, Gilbert and Alfred were just shouting insults at each other back and forth. I thought about escaping, since Gilbert's gang was "backing their man up" (their words, not mine.) and the crowd was waiting [rather impatiently] for any sort of blood, so know one would really see me. However, I was afraid either Alfred or Gilbert would notice, then drag my sorry ass back in there "battle", so I remained exactly where I stood.

I was glad I didn't make the dash. I was pretty sure they were both mind readers, because after that thought appeared in my head, they diverted their attention to me almost immediately.

Gilbert shook his head. "Why am I wasting my time with you? I have to teach this idiot - " He shot a glare at me (aka the Idiot). " - a lesson."

"Wait." Alfred peered at me through his thick glases. I saw his face already and I was surprised at the results. We looked almost similiar, with some changes as hair style and color, eyes, clothes and of course, personality. Everyone else sort of noticed this to, as I heard some of them whisper, "He looks exactly like Alfred!". Although, I wasn't too sure if he [or Gilbert] had paid any attention to this.

"You're the awesome person that pastafied* Gilbert?" Alfred continued. "Dude, great job!"

"Damn you! Quit using the term 'awesome', Jones!" You know it's my special word." Gilbert fumed.

"Goddamnit Beiber. The word awesome isn't a hot girl or anything. I can use it whenever I want. Oh and just for the record, if it was a hot girl, it would be so ALL OVER ME!"

Great. Now I've got visions of Alfred and a girl named Awesome doing it in the school cafeteria. My face heated up at this thought. It didn't exactly heat up at the sex I was imagining (which I DIDN'T WANT TO!), it was more on the 'Afred-being-shirtless' side. Which I absolutely had no clue why I was blushing for. Absolutely. No. Idea. At. All.

"Um, are you okay?" The blood rushed again at the sight of Alfred, so I quickly turned away, quietly nodding. A few people laughed at me. I was both confused and flustered. Confused because I didn't understand why my body was reacting this way. Flustered because... well, you get it.

"Uh, okaaaay?" He said slowly. However, he let out a small laugh after that. "Well anyways, what you did was pretty funny, man. Like seriously. Gilbert deserved that shit." Goddamnit! Why does he have to be so loud?

I felt like I was slapped in the face. Here I thought Alfred had come to defend me like a PROPER hero, but all he did was make Gilbert more angrier. I risked the chance of peeking at Gilbert's face. He wore a permanent scowl.

Aside from Gilbert's anger and Alfred's failed attempt to read the atmosphere around him, I was a little... happy by Alfred's words. It made me feel courageous, even though it was completely accidental.

"Hey Jones, get some fucking brains. He did this by accident! You think I will ever let a little freshmen dump pasta or any type of food on me?"

"So, why are you giving him shit for just an accident?" That little sentence that Alfred had just said slowly made me spin around. The hurt [and pride] inside of me immediately changed to disbelief. Is Alfred... defending me?

"I get your motto of 'No One Messes with the Awesome Me' , but sometimes, you gotta let things go. Go to your dorm and change. Get a tissue and wipe it off. Do something other than give others crap for something that wasn't by knowledge or consciousness."

Apparently, Alfred's lecture wasn't complete yet. He leaned in close and whispered something to Gilbert. I couldn't hear what he had said, but the albino's solid scowl disappeared, his face scrunching with annoyance. When Alfred drew back and shot him a mischievous smile, Gilbert rolled his eyes. However, it was obvious that there was something bothering the albino.

Gilbert shot one final glare at me and Alfred, then turned around and began walking the other way. His friends followed in suit, occasionally looking back to shoot us [what they thought were] menacing looks.

Some people were complaining about how they didn't physically fight, however most people were happy at the drama on the first day. Another bunch of people shot a thumbs up sign at Alfred, then they gathered around him, pushing me off to the side.

"Hey everyone! I'm glad you're all praising the Hero! In fact, praise me all you want! AFTER I have a few words with - " He turned to me with a puzzled expression. "What's your name?"

"Matthew Williams."

"Yeah! Yeah, him." Alfred slowly grabbed my arm, then lead me through the crowd and outside of the cafeteria room. My heart was pounding at an abnormal speed. I wondered what the "Hero" could have wanted to talk to me about in private. Wait - what's wrong with me? Like I cared what Alfred thought! I'm certainly not -

"Yo! What you did was pretty cool." I swear my heart had skipped a beat at that sentence, which was really annoying because I couldn't think straight now.

"I mean, even though it was an accident, it was still pretty cool."

I finally mustered up the courage to say something. "Um... thanks for... you know..." Well, did stuttering count?

"Saving you? No prob! That's what being the HERO means!" He posed heroically and I was wondering if there were secret cameras hiding behind. That smile was simply - WAIT! WHY AM I GETTING ALL GIDDY ABOUT HIS SMILE? WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME? I practically screamed in my head.

"And afterall, it surely added points to my popularity! Take that Gilbert!"

My mouth dropped. All the happy thoughts swarming inside my head like ghosts immediately dropped down.

"W-What?"

Ignoring my mood again, he beamed proudly. "It's just that - well, Gilbert and I are sorta in this competition to see who's more popular. We're going to get as many people as we could and so far, I'M IN THE LEAD!"

"So, you didn't actually help me for the fact of helping me?" I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice but I failed. I failed miserably.

"Well, to be honest, no. I thought that if I could get some new people on my side, it would be all perfect! And I was right, wasn't I?" He winked at me. I hated that eye now.

"For you -"

"Yeah, for me! There's no way Gilbert can catch up to me now. Not that he was anyways, because his methods are just too stupid - "

The bell rang. Immediately a bunch of students charged out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. Alfred was about to go with them, until he noticed me standing there.

"Yeah! Well, bye... you!" Now he left. Not only did he forget my name, but he forgot me in general. I watched as he high fived the people in the gang, throwing his arms around the two nearest boys.

I stood by myself, starving and gazing miserably at the back of Alfred. First Toris, now him. Just when I thought I was finally fitting in, there I was again - all alone. I think this time I was really used to it.

I absolutely hated myself for acting like such a girl around Gilbert. Why couldn't I just defend myself? And around Alfred. Maybe because I was finally happy to see someone defend me [on their own] against all odds? Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen.

I just realized that I had set my tray (plate) full of pasta on the nearest table when Gilbert was threatening me, but it didn't matter now. Physically, I was starving. Mentally, I wasn't really hungry. After all, who was there to eat it with me? No one, that's who.

This chapter is sooo sad! Damn you, Alfred! Oh god, smile already Matthew! I, LIFEINSINTERESTING, SHOULD GET A PENALTY FOR HURTING CUTE LITTLE MATTIE!

Pastafied*: A term I made up. It's when you spill pasta all over you or somebody else. Can also mean your pasta is very... pasta-ish.

Oh, is anyone wondering why Alfred called Gilbert, Beiber? Since his last name starts with Bei, I thought that it would be... appropriate. Hon hon hon ~

P-please tell me if anyone seems OOC. Don't worry, as the chapters progress (I already have chapter four's plot in my head!) they will start acting more like their good ol' selves!

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