Ok so again I know this is again a week late and I'm truly sorry. I really intended to get this out last Sunday but I didn't finish typing it and then all this week I have PSSA testing at my school so our lunches are much shorter and I didn't have enough time to eat and type. I skipped lunch one day to work on typing, because I didn't have money for lunch but I still didn't get it all done. You better be great full. I skipped food to give you this. Anyway I hope you enjoy it despite the lateness. Warning there are tears and sappiness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series. Those rights belong to the genius know as Hidykez Himeruya.

Ok so here you go: Chapter 5

Enjoy ^-^

Chapter V

Matthew's POV

I don't move, trying to stay as still as possible, hoping that Gilbert will eventually leave. I don't want him to see me like this. He'll probably be disgusted and appalled at how pathetic I am and never want to talk to me again. Unfortunately, to my dismay, he does not leave. Instead, he calls out to me again.

"Birdie? Are you okay? I heard crying. What's wrong?"

When I still do not respond, he does something that truly shocks me. He gets on his knees and looks under the bathroom stall door. His crimson eyes look at me, full of worry. I jump a little in shock at his action, and my lavender eyes stay locked with his crimson orbs for a moment before I hide my face in my hands, ashamed at being seen in such a pathetic state.

I can't believe I let him see me! He's going to think I'm just some wimp now and never talk to me again. Then he'll forget me in a few minutes, just like everyone else always does. I hear an odd noise and peek through my fingers to see what's going on. I stare in surprise when I see the pale boy crawling under the stall door to sit in front of me. He slowly takes my hands and gently moves them away from my face. He reaches out slowly, as if worried about spooking me. He then touches my cheek softly and brushes away my tears. I have a feeling that he somehow already knows what happened to me and why I'm in here like this.

"O gott, Birdie. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you have had to go through this. It's totally unawesome. The bastard who did this needs to pay. I can't believe someone would do something so unawesome," he says. I hear shock and disgust in his voice.

"I guess you're going to leave now. No one would want to have someone as pathetic and weak as me as their friend," I whisper softly as I look at my hands still held in one of his.

"Hell no!" Gilbert says, practically growling. "There's no way in hell the awesome me is going to leave a helpless little bird. That would be so unawesome!"

I look up shocked and look into crimson eyes full of fury and anger.

"How can you even being to think that I would leave you like this? You're awesome, Birdie, and I can't stand idly by while my friend is hurt like this," he says, his voice growing softer.

I look into his eyes shocked. I've never been given a compliment like that before. Why is Gilbert being so nice to me? He barely even knows me. I think to myself that maybe I've found someone who will remember me and be my friend. I hope so. I don't want Gilbert to forget me; I like him. My eyes prick with tears at the thought of finally finding someone to be my friend.

Gilbert's POV

My eyes widen as I see birdie's eyes fill with tears. Oh shit! Did I say something wrong? Totally unawesome of you, Gilbert. You're supposed to be making him feel better, not making him cry! I mentally Gib-slap myself (if you get this refrence I will have Canada hug you). I gotta say something quick to make him stop. My mind races as I try to think of what to say.

"O gott. I'm sorry, Birdie. I didn't mean to say something to upset you," I blabber, stumbling over my words and probably sounding like an idiot. Birdie just looks at me, watching me with those wide, tear-filled, lavender eyes of his that set my heart a flutter. Then his lips twitch into a small smile and he giggles a bit.

I stop talking when he giggles. I've never heard Birdie laugh before. It's cute and small, like the chirping of a little baby bird. I stare at him shocked, my face making him giggle more.

"It's okay. It's just …no one has ever told me I'm awesome before. Well, actually, I can't remember the last time someone complimented me at all," he says.

"Are you kidding me! But you're so awesome, Birdie! Who wouldn't notice you?" I say, wondering exactly how lonely Birdie is if no one has ever complimented him.

"Well, get used to it, because I've decided that you are awesome enough to have the awesome me as a friend. I promise that the awesome me won't let anyone else beat you up like this anymore," I say, smiling wide, though I am serious at the last part. No one should ever get beat up for being mistaken for someone else.

Matt stares at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging slightly agape. He looks even more like a scared little bird now. Even so, he looks so adorable. I wipe the tears from his eyes and dry his cheeks with the end of my sleeve.

"Now let me see how bad it is," I order him, wanting to know to what extent his injuries are from being beaten up. This causes Matt to snap out of it and he pulls back a bit, as if not wanting to show me. It's like he's afraid that something will happen if I see. "it's okay, Birdie. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to see how bad it is," I assure him.

How can I show him he can trust me? He's shaking, and looks as if he's made of glass and will shatter if I'm not careful. I feel drawn to him. I wrap him in my arms and hold him close. He freezes up at my touch and I stroke his hair. It's soft, like birds feathers, even when It's messed up from him getting beaten. As I hold him in my arms, I get a warm feeling in my chest. It's not a bad feeling; it's actually really nice.

Before I think further on it, I feel Birdie move. I let go of him and pull away, worried that maybe hugging him has scared him further. I hold him at arm-length and look at him. His eyes are red and puffy, and a bruise is forming on his jaw. I tense at the sight of the bruise. How can someone do something so awful to someone as sweet and innocent as Birdie? It's so unawesome that it's almost inhuman. Birdie looks at me, takes a breath, and lifts his hoodie and t-shirt up enough to expose his stomach and chest so that I can inspect the damage done. I'm horrified to see that he is covered in red blotches and multiple bruises are forming on his torso.

"O gott…Birdie…," is all I can say. I'm at a loose for words. I just wrap him in my arms again and hold him close to me, gently to be careful of the bruises. I just hold him against my chest and he clings to the front of my shirt.

"It's okay, Birdie. I swear to you that I will never let anyone harm you again. No one can ever dare to harm a friend of my awesome self and think that they can get away with it. If anyone ever hurts you- I don't care who it is- I swear to you that I will personally kick their ass until they are black and blue all over. Do you understand?" I pull him away again and look at his eyes intensely to see if he understands. He nods his head and I help him up.

"Do you think you can last through another period, or do you want me to take you to the nurse's office so you can go home?"

"I think I can last," he replies a little shakily, giving me a small smile.

I grin and help Birdie up, and we stand there smiling stupidly at each other for a bit. We then go to get Birdie's stuff and head to our 8th and final period of the day, which, coincidentally, we have together.

We share French as our 8th period class. I had wanted to take German since I'm already fluent, so it would have been an easy A. Unfortunately, my grandfather and brother made me take a language I didn't already know. So, I got stuck with French. Yet at the moment, I couldn't be happier, since it gives me another awesome class to be with my Birdie.

For some reason, whenever I see him, I get this odd feeling in my gut that if I leave him, something very bad will happen. I don't know what; just that it would be really bad. I don't want anything bad to happen to this small, blonde boy. I have an itch in my gut that tells me to protect him.

We sit in the far back of the corner of the classroom, away from the eyes of the teacher. Matt gets out a binder and starts to take notes as if he's in a daze. I keep snatching glances at him, and end up spending more time looking at him then taking notes or listening to the rubbish that the teacher was spitting out about the importance of conjugating irregular verbs properly. Matt looks lost, his pencil moving over the page of his notebook, writing down notes without really noticing what he's writing.

He's looking out the window beside us. I can tell from the look in his lavender eyes that he's not in the classroom. He's off somewhere else, deep in the recesses of his mind. I want to reach out and bring him out of it, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I break him out of this trance-like state he's in. So I leave him be, but watch him carefully for the rest of the period.

He stays in his stupor until the bell rings, signaling the end of the period and the school day. The students around us rush quickly out of the room in hopes of meeting up with friends or heading to club activities. Matthew jumps at the loud ringing and looks around as if wondering how he got there. I reach out a hand, hoping to calm the slight look of panic that is slowly spreading over his face.

I lightly touch his shoulder, bringing his gaze to meet mine, and say in a soft, hopefully reassuring voice, "Hey, Birdie, you feeling okay?"

Birdie stares at me, his eyes growing wide as his mind seems to grasp the situation. He then relaxes and seems to calm down a bit.

"Y-yeah, I'm f-fine," he replies in a soft voice. I need to concentrate to make sure I hear it.

"Hey you wanna hang out with me? Like, at the mall or something?" I ask nervously. Wait a second! The awesome me doesn't get nervous! What the heck is it with this kid that's turning me into a pansy?

Birdie's face lights up with a look that the awesome me can only describe as a mixture of shock, surprise, and pure joy. It's like no one's ever asked this kid to hang out before. Then again, given his reaction to me wanting to be his friend, that may not actually be too far from the truth.

"S-s-sure, I…I'd love that, Gil," he almost whispers, stuttering and looking too cute with a blush spreading over his face and neck, making him look as red as his hoodie. Gott, this kid is too damn adorable for his own good. I'm not falling for him, am I?

I've known for a long time that I'm Bi-sexual. When I was younger, I had a huge thing for this girl who I always hung out with, who's still one of my best friends to this day. Her name is Elizvetta. She's way too obsessed with something she calls yaoi and just loves hitting me over the head with a frying pan. It's a wonder I haven't lost any brain cells or gotten a concussion. I kind of had a thing for her, but she's engaged to my cousin Rodreich, who's the music teacher I had earlier and who I always have had a habit of calling Roddy. After that, I realized I had a thing for guys. I say I'm bi because I had a thing for Elizavetta, but she's the only girl I've ever had feelings for.

I'm not super open with it, so most people think I'm straight and I just don't bother to correct them. I don't mind much. They are just in too much awe of my pure, raw awesomeness to notice such things. The only people who know about my sexuality are my grandfather, my brother, Roddy, and Elizavetta.

Anyway, back to the present, Birdie's blushing bright red, looking so damn cute. Am I, the awesomeness of Gilbert Beilschmidt, seriously falling for this quiet boy? Who knows? Right now, I'm just going to work on being his friend. He seems like he needs one, and having the awesomeness of me as a friend will surely lift his spirits. How can you not be happy when you're around such awesomenes?

"Gil?" Birdie's voice brings me out of my awesome thought. I look down at him and see a slightly worried look on his face and another emotion in those deep violet eyes that I can't place. Is it….sadness?

"You don't have to hang out with me if you don't want to. You don't need to force yourself to be nice to me," Birdie tells me. He's looking down as he packs up his bag, avoiding looking at me.

"What are you talking about Birdie? Of course I want to hang out with you. I'm not forcing myself at all. The awesome me would never force something like that. You better get it into your head that you're stuck with my awesomeness as a friend. You're not getting rid of me any time soon," I inform him, flashing my signature grin, or the grin of awesomeness as I like to call it.

Birdie again looks shocked for at least the tenth or fifteenth time that day and gives me a weak smile.

"Okay," he chirps, his voice reminding me of my canary back at home. I grin, grab his wrist, and pull him out into the halls with me to drop our stuff at our lockers before heading out for an afternoon of awesomeness at the mall.

As I grab Birdie's wrist and pull him into the hall, I see a small flash of pain in his eyes, so small that it's almost not there. I assume I'm just pulling too hard and ease up on my grip. Little do I know of the hidden cuts beneath my fingers, some of which have broken open slightly or how my day is soon going to take a drastic turn that will change the course of my life forever.

OK It's finally done. Chapter five. I'm soooooooooooooooo sorry about how slow I've been people. I'm trying to be a good writer and get these out on a regular basis but I'm seriously failing at it. I promise that I'll try to get better about uploading chapters. Oh and I kind of jumped on the bandwagon and did a one shot based off of the song speak now by Taylor Swift. I'll upload that as soon as I can and it may even be out before I'm able to get this chapter yup.

So as always your guys reviews are what keep me going and I can not wait to get feedback form you. If you notice any mistakes that my beta and I may have missed just point them out and I will gladly fix them.

Also to anyone who gets the gib-slap reference Canada will hug you

Canada: Do I have to eh?

Me: Yes you do because you're super adorable and cute.

Gilbert: If I get the reference can I have a hug?

Me: You already get hugs from him now shush so I can finish my authors note.

SO anyway thank you again for putting up with my super lazy slowness and I look forward to hearing more feedback. Now I will let my wonderful Beta say a few things because she is awesome and keeps me form going insane.

Beta Note:

*sigh* You know, I think that everyone needs a boyfriend like Gilbert. Wouldn't that be nice? If I found a guy with his level of awesomeness, I would be happy forever. Anyway, as usual, I didn't touch the author's notes, and as Wolf-chan said, please notify her if we missed any errors in the chapter!
On behalf of myself and Wolfen Artist of Hetalia, thank you all for your kindness! ~Sakura~

A/N Of course everyone needs a boyfriend like Gil. He's hot, nice, and is albino. I mean come one, white hair and red eyes how is that not sexy?

Anyway Me and Sakura414 thank you for reading and we can't wait to get you more angsty prucan to read. Also a warning It will be getting more angsty and sad within the next couple of chapters so make sure to keep a box of tissues on hand.

Till next time. Bye! ^-^