Hey guys It's me again. I have decided that you guys can call me Wolf-chan because well I have a thing with wolves, kind of like Prussia's thing with birds only I don't let a wolf sit on my head. But anyway I've been working hard at typing this during my lunch period at school so that you guys could get the third chapter ASAP because I have been denying you of the smexiness of Gilbert for far too long. I really hope that you guys like this chapter and that you won't be mad at me for making you wait so long before introducing Prussia. Any who, I have continued to write this and am currently on chapter 6 and Still see no end anywhere in the near future so expect for this thing to be going for quite a while as I have not decided exactly how long this will be in the end.

Ok so thank you for being patient through my ramblings. For those of you who have simply skipped over this kudos to you. Anyway thank you so much for all of the adds and favorites you guys have given me and for all of your reviews. I read every single one of them and they mean so much to me. I hope to continue hearing form you in the future. I will shut up now and get on with the story.

Disclaimer: Almost forgot this. I don't own Hetalia. If I did I would be in heaven. I do not own any characters. If I did Prussia and Canada's vital regions would be mine!

Here you go: Chapter 3.

Enjoy ^-^

Matthew's POV

As I attempt to relax on our way to school- to no avail, I might add- I let my thoughts wander.

I wonder what this year is going to be like. School started one month ago. It's been just like every other year, and it will mostly likely continue to be that way. I'll be overlooked, ignored, mistaken for Alfred, get beat up, and cut myself more. I hate being invisible. I wish someone would notice me. It's like I don't exist. I wonder if anybody would miss me if I just vanished. I've thought about ending my life before, so the idea is in no way new to me. I have never seriously considered it, however, because I know that I wouldn't be able to go through with it. I would just end up wimping out at the last second.

Al's truck pulls up to the school, so I push the thoughts to the back of my head and get out of the car. I hurry to my locker, hoping to avoid running into Ivan. I'm hurrying so quickly that I'm not paying attention to where I'm going, so Irun into someone, knocking their books down.

"Sorry," I mumble, helping gather their things, handing them over quickly, and hurrying away without looking at them. They stare at me for a moment before continuing to follow the teacher who they had been following prior to our collision.

I am able to reach my locker without any further incident. I open it and grab the books I'll need for the day. I turn around and come face to face with a large boy with bleach blonde hair and a long white scarf wrapped around his neck, who is standing over me, a terrifying smile playing on his lips.

"Previet, little one," he says, sending chills down my spine. He then shoves me back into my still open locker and shuts the door, successfully trapping me inside.

"Have a fun day, little one," I hear his ice cold voice say through the locker door. I stay still until I hear the bell for class ring and he leaves.

When I'm sure that he's gone I start to bang on my locker door yelling, "Hey is anybody out there? I'm stuck in my locker!"

After about 10 minutes I give up. Last time this happened, nobody ever heard my yelling or banging and I wasn't let out until Francis got worried when I didn't come home and went to the school to search me. He found me still stuck in there after getting shoved in there before first period. I stop my banging and just let my mind wander, pondering how long I would be stuck here this time.

Suddenly the sound of someone's voice in the hall pulls me out of my thoughts. "Hello? Is someone there?" the voice calls out, sounding like it's near the end of the hall.

I bang on the door to the locker and call out to the voice, "In here! I'm in locker number 375."

I hear the sound of boots clacking on the tile floor of the hallway towards me. The footsteps stop in front of my locker.

Someone knocks lightly on the door of my locker, and the voice asks, "This one?"

"Yes. The combination is: 8-33-15," I say before realizing that when I had been thinking earlier, I had started to cry. I quickly wipe my eyes, hoping that the fact that I had been crying isn't obvious.

I hear the turning of the lock and a click as it unlocks. The door opens and I fall out, landing in thin, leather clad, yet surprisingly strong arms, which keep my head from connecting with the ground. They set me upright. I bend to collect my things from where they had fallen when Ivan had pushed my into my locker. I gather my belongings and put them into my messenger bag with the Canadian flag on the front. I put it over my shoulder, and only then do I turn to look at my savior.

I jump back slightly in shock as I come face-to-face with a pair of very shocking eyes.

The boy in front of me looks to be about a year older then me, which would put him in the same grade as Alfred. He is a few inches taller than me and has a lean build, but looks in no way weak. He has skin is so pale that it reminds me of 's wearing black skinny jeans and a t-shirt that says "awesome ends with me" on it as well as a black leather jacket, combat boots, and a strip of leather on his wrist with violet stones in it. I'm not focusing on that in the least, however. My eyes are focusing on the boy's hair. It's the palest silver, as if it has no pigment in it. It falls in the teen's face and down the back of his neck, and is a little messy. The most striking feature about this boy, however, is none of these things. His eyes are a deep crimson, almost like blood.

"Um…hello," he says, waving his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of it. I blush, embarrassed that I was caught staring at him. I mumble, "Sorry, and thank you for letting me out of there."

He laughs and says, "No problem, and don't worry about it. It's hard not to stare at the awesomeness that is me. Hey, wait...You're that kid who ran into me earlier."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I say quickly, hoping that he doesn't beat me up.

"It's no problem. I was just wondering why you seemed familiar. Hey, can you help me? The awesomness of me is kind of lost. I need to find my first class. I was trying to find it when I heard you banging. I'm surprised nobody else found you first. It was hard to not hear your voice. But anyway, can you help the awesome me out? I'm trying to get to AP US History with Mr. Luna. You know where that is?"

"Yeah, that's my first class too. Follow me," I tell him and start to lead him to the correct classroom. I'm really confused. How come he hasn't forgotten me yet? Most people forget me without ever saying five words to me.

We get to the classroom and I take my seat. The teacher doesn't notice me as I sit in my usual place in the back next to the window. He sees the boy who was following me and asks him, "You must be the new kid they told me about. Why are you so late to class?"

"I got lost trying to find the classroom, but I ran into him in the hallway and he showed me the way," the boy tells him, pointing to me. The teacher looks at me confused and turns back to him and says, "What are you talking about? There's no one in that seat."

"What the hell are you talking about? He's right there in front of me. I may be albino but that doesn't mean I'm blind," the boy retorts, sounding really annoyed. So he's albino; that explains pale skin and hair, as well as the red eyes. I wish he would stop this ranting. Can't he see that I'm used to being treated this way?

The teacher stares at me, squinting a bit before a look of realization passes over his face. "Oh, I'm sorry…um…"

"Matthew Williams sir," I say and look out the windows next to me.

"Okay well you can take the seat next to him," Mr. Luna tells the boy, my name having already slipped his mind. "Introduce yourself to the class first."

"Okay. Pay attention people! My name is the one and only awesomeness known as Gilbert Beilschmidt. Remember it well," the albino says loudly, a huge grin on his face.

The class snickers and Gilbert comes back to sit next to me. I look out the window as Mr. Luna starts his lecture. As I absentmindedly take notes, not really paying attention to what I'm writing, I gaze out the window. I see some grey clouds in the distance and make a mental note to get my umbrella from my locker in case it rains later. I see some birds fly across the sky and think of how nice it would be if I could fly. I would fly far away from this place. Far away from my life, from the people who forget me, or maybe I would just fly up. Fly high up into the sky until I was just a small speck in the sky. Then I would stop flying and let myself fall. I'd fall and fall until I would land on the ground with a thug and lay still forever.

Gilbert's POV

I watch the boy next to me who said his name is Matthew a few minutes ago. Something about this boy seems off to me. When the teacher had acted like he wasn't there, he had acted like he was used to it. How can you get used to people acting like you don't exist when they're standing right in front of you? My awesomeness would never be able to get used to something like that.

I look at him more, taking in his appearance. His hair is blonde, like the color of soft sunlight as it streams through your window on a calm morning. It's wavy and ends just past his chin with one stray curl on top that's kind of cute. He's got a lean body and is in kind of loose skinny jeans and a red hoodie that keeps me from getting a good look at his body. His hoodie is worn and covered with stains and a hole or two. His face is turned away, so I can't get a good look at it.

There's something about him that seems to draw me towards him, though I can't quite place what it is. I want to get to know this boy.

I recall how I found him shoved into his locker. I wonder why he was in there in the first place, who would have done that to him. It's totally un-awesome. I have a feeling that there's more to Matthew that you can tell at first glance. I want to find out what it is.

I rip the corner off of a blank page in my notebook and write a note on it. It says:

Hey, so your name's Matthew? That's cool. Mine's Gilbert. So why were you stuck in your locker when I found you earlier?

I slide Matthew the note and poke him with the eraser end of my pencil. He yelps and turns to me, surprised. It's now that I finally get a chance to get a good look at his face. He has soft features, they have a feminine quality but not to the extent that one would think he was a girl. He has pale skin; not nearly as pale as mine, with me being albino and all. He has a small, pink mouth and a small nose; with freckles scattered across the bridge of it and along his cheeks. Yet the one feature that really drew me in is his eyes.

His eyes are wide disks, and are the most beautiful shade of violet that I have ever seen. They are framed by long, thick eyelashes. They're the kind of eyelashes that some girls would kill for. Those eyes almost hypnotize with me their shocking beauty. If the saying that: the eyes are the doorway into someone's soul, then I would gladly give up mine just to stare into his eyes forever. Yet there's something about his eyes that tell me that he keeps his true soul and feelings hidden away behind these beautiful orbs of lavender that take my break away. I want to find out what he is hiding from the word in those tantalizing eyes. I'll do anything it takes to figure out what's going on behind those shielded eyes.

No one seems to have heard Matthew when he yelped, and the teacher continues with his lecture as I point to the note where I put it on top of his notebook. He opens it, reads it, and a look of shock covers his face. Kind of like someone saw him when he thought he was invisible. He looks at me, mouth slightly agape.

He turns forward quickly, rips a piece of paper from his notebook, and writes swiftly. He folds it and slides it back to me. I unfold the note. It says in elegant handwriting:

You remembered my name?

I'm confused now. Of course I remember his name. He said it not five minutes ago. We continue to pass notes, and our conversation goes somewhat like this:

Of course, you did just say it. Why wouldn't I remember it?

Because no one remembers my name.

Are you serious? Why?

None of your business.

So anyway, you never answered my question. Why were you in your locker when I found you?

None of your business.

Come on. You can't resist the awesome me when I want to know something.

I can sure do my best.

Come on!

Fine,but you can't tell a soul.

Why?

Just swear you won't tell anyone.

Fine. I swear not to tell a soul. You happy?

No, but to answer your earlier question,I was shoved in my locker. That's why I was there.

What? By who!

Not telling.

Come on, Birdie. You have to tell me so that I can make that bastard pay!

No,and what the heck is Birdie?

My nickname for you. It just came to me.

I'm not a bird, my name is Matthew.

I know. It just seems to suit you, since you remind me of a little bird.

Whatever.

So who was it?

Birdie doesn't reply to that one. I worry that I may have pushed him too far trying to getting him to tell me, so I send him another note after a few minutes.

Fine. If you don't want to tell me then I won't force you to.

Thank you.

You know something? You're awesome, Birdie!

Birdie's eyes get really wide when he reads this note. A look of shock covers his face. It's like he's never been given a compliment before. What kind of life has this kid had if he reacts like that when someone gives him a compliment?

Really? You think I'm awesome?

Of course, Birdie! I like you! You seem like a really cool person, and I want to get to know you better.

Mattie stares at the letter in disbelief and doesn't respond for the rest of class. The bell rings, signaling the end of class and making Birdie jump a little. As he gets up to leave, I grab his shoulder.

"Hey, what's with suddenly not responding to my note?" I ask him.

"Please let me go. I'm going to be late to my next class," he says, shaking out of my grasp and hurrying away too fast for me to follow.

I watch him disappear in shock. Something is definitely wrong with this kid. Why was he acting so weird when I complimented him? I'm more determined to figure what's up with Birdie than ever now. However, before I worry about that, I need to figure out where my next class is. I hurry out of the room, pull out my map, and head off down the hall in search of my AP Chemistry 2 classroom.

BETA NOTE: I'm too tired from rehearsal, so I didn't touch the author notes. Gomenasai!

Author's note: So there you go; Chapter 3. I finally introduced Gilbert, I'm so sorry for making you guys wait so long before introducing his awesomeness into the story. Please forgive me. I know that the end is kind of lame but forgive me. I've been writing this in my free time during class at school and typing them up during lunch. So be great full that I'm using valuable social time in my barely there social life, which is almost non-existent to begin with.

As always your guys reviews are what keep me writing so if you want more chapters please keep reviewing. They are the fuel for my fire of creativity. Also sorry for taking so long to update this, my beta is still wrapped up in our schools production of Les Mesirables so I hope that you guys can be patient because she has even less free time then me and she has to read over my stuff before I post it. So thank you for being forgiving.

My beta's pen name on is Sakura414 please go look her up she has some really good stuff

Also if you see any spelling errors that me or my Beta may have l missed please tell me about them so that I can fix them. Your reviews are greatly appreciated and are the reason I write these things.

On another note self injury and suicide are extremely serious issues. If you are self–injuring, think about doing it, or having thoughts of suicide tell someone. You have no idea how painful it would be to everyone if you were to end your own life. Coming from someone who has lost two people to suicide in one year I can say from first hand experience that it is an awful thing to go through. If you need someone to talk to then go to a teacher, a friend, a family member or other adult that you trust and talk to them about it and get help. You can even come to me. I will talk to anyone if they need help with anything; be it advice, someone to just talk to, a shoulder to cry on, a friend, or even just someone to talk to. I will be here with open arms and I won't judge anyone in any way whatsoever and would never tell anyone about what you tell me. So remember that I'm always here and you also have other people to go to. And remember you are beautiful in every way and nothing that anyone else says can ever change that.

Translations:

Previet- hello (Russian)

Also another note-when Gilbert and Matthew are passing notes back and forth the words in Italics are meant to be Matthew's if you didn't understand.

Hope you enjoyed this ^-^