Okay so I know that the last chapter was sad and really fillerish. However I loved your feedback anyway. I still haven't decided what kind of car Ludwig will have so it will for now just be called the car. So yeah I hope you enjoy this chapter and I am happy to let you know that I'm getting out of my writing slump. I was stuck on where to continue after chapter 13 (yes I have this written up to 13 chapters already!) however I had no Idea what to do next but I'm glad to let you know that I'm moving forward again. I can't wait to get your guys feedback on this chapter so here you go.
Also I'm really sorry for taking so long. My computer at hoe broke so I didn't have a chance to type except during lunch at school and then once I was done typing I didn't have a chance to upload it. However, I have a computer at home now again so I can upload it. I really hope you like it and as always. Reviews are much appreciated.
Chapter7, Enjoy ^-^
Chapter VII
Matthew's POV
The drive to Gilbert's house was filled with his an Feliciano's near constant chatter. I don't say anything, taking this time to observe Gilbert a little closer. He's definitely not bad looking with his whitish, silver hair that looks as if it would be slightly rough to the touch if I were to reach out and stroke it. His eyes are very striking: a deep crimson, so alike in color to blood.
I feel my wrists start to tingle and a need to cut begins to blossom in my stomach. I panic slightly, fighting the feeling back, breathing a sigh of relief when it finally fades.
I look back up from my hands, which I had clamped tightly in my lap to help fight back my desire for release, and I'm meet with a concerned looking Gilbert watching me.
"You okay? You looked like you were about to have a panic attack a second ago," he asks, looking at me intently.
"Y-yeah fine. Just realized that I didn't tell my brother or dads that I won't be home for a bit," I lie, my voice shaking slightly.
"You can use the phone at our house to give them a call if you want to. So that they know where you are," he suggests.
"S-sure, sounds like a plan," I say, giving him a weak smile.
"We're here," Ludwig informs us as we pull up to a large, two-story house. We all go inside, and Ludwig immediately takes Feliciano off somewhere, leaving me alone with a certain silver haired Prussian.
Gilbert's POV
Birdie just stands with me in the front hallway. The room has numerous boxes in it, just like every other room in the house, since we haven't had time to unpack our stuff completely yet. Ludwig ran off with Feli, probably to his bedroom, so I now have Birdie all to myself.
He just stands there, looking at the ground, fidgeting with the bottom of his slightly frayed red hoodie. He scratches at his wrists a bit through the material, and I can't help but think of how utterly adorable he looks. I shake the thoughts from my head and remember that he needs to call his parents.
"Come on, let me show you around," I say. I take him by the wrist and begin to lead him through the house. It's smaller then my house back in Germany where I used to live, but it's a nice place nonetheless. Our old house was only as big as it was because it was really old and our family had lived in it for, like, centuries or something.
I tell this to Birdie as I lead him through the first floor, where I show him Ludwig's workout room, the library, the living room, the family room, the sitting room, and the kitchen. After stopping in the kitchen for a minute to let him use the phone to call his parents, I take him to see the last room on the first floor.
We stand in front of the door to the study. It's my grandfather's workroom. I knock gently, composing the awesome me so that I look presentable for him. This action brings a curious look from Birdie but he merely raises and eyebrow and makes no comment on it, something for which I'm very great full.
"Come in," a gruff voice says from the other side of the door. I turn the doorknob and slowly open the door.
"Vatti, I brought a friend over so I could drop off my stuff before we head to the mall. I thought you would like to meet someone awesome enough to be my friend," I say to a large blonde man in a white button down shirt and slacks, who turns to face Birdie and me as we enter the room.
My grandfather's long, blonde hair is held back by a piece of string, with the exception of a small part of it which is in a small braid at the side of his face and has blue beads at the end of it. He's a tall man with a large, strong build and piercing pale blue eyes which both my father and my brother inherited from him. I, on the other hand, have a lean build which I inherited from my mom. Just because I'm lean, though, doesn't mean I'm weak. I know how to hold my own quite well in a fight, thanks to training that my grandfather has me and Ludwig do, though I blow it off most of the time. Anyway, back to my grandfather.
He sets the book he's holding on the bookshelf that he's been filling with tomes covering a wide range of subjects. He brushes his hands off and comes to greet us. I glance at Birdie, who looks really tense and is probably a little frightened. Vatti tends to have that impression on people. He seems all big and scary, but behind his sharp, hard features, he's really a nice guy and he cares a lot about the people who are important to him. When I was in the hospital in a coma for a week after the car accident, he had stayed by my side every moment. Ludwig told me that after I had woken up, he had escaped the crash with only minor cuts and bruises, thank god. So, enough about the past, back to the present.
"Vatti, This is Matthew…uh, what was your last name again? I don't think I ever caught it," I say.
"Bonnefoy-Kirkland. Matthew Williams Bonnefoy-Kirkland, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Beilschmidt. You have a really lovely home," Birdie says in a small voice, taking the hand that is extended to him and shakes it gently.
"Danke, und it's a pleasure to meet you as vell, Matthew. I'm glad that Gilbert vas able to find a friend in such a short time," Vatti replies in his heavy Germanic accent, the barest hint of a smile playing over his face as he looks Birdie up and down. I don't think Birdie notices the smile; most people wouldn't, as it is so faint that it is barely there at all, but I do and I know that it means that he likes him. I break into a huge grin.
I throw my arm around Birdie's shoulders and say, "Danke, Vatti! I'm gonna show Matt mein room before ve leave okay?"
"That's fine, Gilbert. It vas nice to meet you, Matthew," Vatti replies.
"Thank you, sir," Birdie says in a quiet voice and smiles, though the smile seems somewhat forced.
We then leave the study and head to a door down the hall that is already covered in signs that say things like 'The Room of Awesomeness,' and 'Do not enter without my awesome permission.' I push the door open and reveal my awesome bedroom with a great flourish of my hand.
"Well, here it is. The bedroom of his highest awesomeness, me," I announce, grinning.
Matthew's POV
I enter Gilbert's bedroom and look around. It's already been mostly unpacked by the looks of things, with only three or four boxes left. A bed is pushed into a far corner and is covered by a large blanket with the Prussian flag on it. A large stuffed bird sits on the bed by the pillow. I giggle at the sight of it, causing a faint blush to spread across the Prussian boy's cheeks.
His walls are bare, but I see a pile of rolled up posters, which I assume are going to be put up soon. There's a desk on the wall across from the bed with a laptop on top of it. Next to the desk in a dresser, and on the other side of that is a bookshelf with two boxes labeled "books" in front of it. A black guitar with red details sits in one corner of the room in its stand. In the last corner of the room from the bed and right across from the doorway there sits a bird cage on a small, three-legged table. In the cage, I see a small ball of yellow fluff.
Gilbert closes the door, goes over to the cage, and gently lifts the small ball of yellow fluff that sits in it. He brings it over to me, and as he gets closer, I realize that the small ball of yellow fluff is a little canary. It's looking up at me from his master's hands with small black eyes.
"This is Gilbird. He is an extension of my awesomeness. Hold out your hands," he tells me in a soft voice full of pride as he places the little bird into my cupped hands. The bird's feathers are softer than anything I've ever felt before, even my polar bear Kumakiko's fur. It looks at my for a long time before turning and fluttering up to it's owner's shoulder, where it chirps into his ear. It then flutters back over to me, landing on my shoulder and snuggling against my cheek. At this action, a wide grin spreads across Gilbert's face.
"He likes you, Birdie! He really likes you!" Gilbert gushes excitedly. "He said he really likes you and he thinks that you're awesome! This is so awesome! It's official now!"
"Wait, did you just say that this bird told you that it likes me? Another thing: what's "official"?" I ask, severally confused at this point by what the albino in front of me is saying.
"Of course he told me, Gilbird and I both speak the language of awesomeness. What's official is that you are awesome enough for the awesome me to be friends with," he explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Gilbird always gets to judge people who I'm friends with. Even if he doesn't like them, I stay friends with them sometimes, but my best friends are always the ones that Gilbird approves."
"Oh. I see now," I say, though I'm still severally confused at the fact that Gilbert lets a bird judge who his friends will be.
"Yup, and he seems to really really like you. You must be special or something. He's never reacted to someone that way before," Gilbert tells me.
I stand there shocked. I'm special? No one has ever told me that before. I look at the little bird on my shoulder with my mouth open slightly in shock. My face softens after a bit and I smile at the tiny ball of fluff gratefully and whisper softly, "Thank you."
It chirps back at me and makes a look as if saying "You're welcome." Then it flies back to Gilbert and settles on top of the teens head in the middle of the mess of silver locks. The image is just too cute as Gilbert reaches up to pet the bird lovingly that I just can't help but giggle.
Gilbert freezes and stares at me for a moment before he starts to laugh with me. He gets a big grin of pride on his face, like he's proud of being the person to make me laugh.
"Come on, Birdie. Let's head to the mall," Gil says and we head out to his car. Gil's car is a sleek, silver, convertible Volks Wagon with a large Prussian Eagle on the front hood. Gil tells me that his grandfather and Ludwig were appalled when he had gotten it done, but that he's very proud of his Prussian heritage and likes it despite them both ordering him to get rid of it.
We get into the car and leave. Before too long, we arrive at the mall. We head inside and just walk around, looking in different stores. I let him drag me around until I realize he's about to pull me into Victoria's Secret. I stop there and yell at him, which only makes him laugh and ruffle my hair. After that, we continue to walk around. I've never really been to the mall before, so I just look around at all the different shops.
While we walk around, I begin to learn more about Gilbert and tell him more about myself. I tell him about how I used to live in Canada, leaving out the part about my parents' deaths and my cousin molesting me. When I tell him that Francis and Arthur had adopted me, he asks what happened to my real parents. I get really quiet and just tell him that it's complicated, and he doesn't push the subject. I tell him that I love to play hockey and do art. He also learns that I'm just as proud, if not more, of my Canadian heritage as he is of his Prussian heritage.
I learn that Gilbert comes from Germany and that the new music teacher at the school, Mr. Edelstein, is his uncle. I also learn that he got his love of birds from his mother, and that the man whom he called Vatti was actually his grandfather. I know that the word vatti is German for father. When I asked him who he called his grandfather that, he merely replied, "He's always acted as my father, because my dad can't do it."
"How so?" I ask, tilting my head to the side a bit in confusion.
"My parents died in a car accident when I was really little. I barely survived, and Ludwig got off without too much injury because I shielded him with me body," he says, but then a look of shock passes over his face as if he's shocked that he even told me.
"Oh Gil I'm so sorry about that. I had no idea," I say, shocked athow anyone can be so upbeat and cheerful after seeing their parents die in front of them.
"It's okay, Birdie. It happened a while ago, and I know that they're in a better place now. I'm just a little surprised at myself. I've never told anyone I just meet about that. In fact, few people who aren't family know about it."
"Okay," I answer quietly.
After a while, we get back to talking about happier things and somehow we get onto the topic of food. I am horrified by Gilbert's reaction tome saying I loved Pancakes and syrup, for this is what he says: "What is that?"
I stop dead in my tracks and stare at him in horror before yelling, "How can you never have tasted the heaven on Earth of pancakes and maple syrup?"
Gilbert jumps and looks at me, shocked at my loud reaction. He snickers, "KESESESE You'll have to tell me the name of a restaurant where I can go get them sometime if they're really that good."
"No way! I'm going to make them for you myself!"
He breaks into an even bigger grin than the one already in place on his face.
"It's a date, then! Now come on. I want you to meet someone," he says, shocking me when he says date and starts pulling me towards some store called Hot Topic. I eye the store warily as Gil pulls me in and I find myself surrounded by punk clothing and all manners of accessories. Screamo music is playing, and my face breaks into a smile.
You probably wouldn't think this about me, but I absolutely LOVE punk stuff. Ripped jeans, colorful studs, hair streaks, anything punk; I love it all. I never get to wear it because Arthur would never let me, even though, according to Francis, he was a huge rebel when he was a kid in London.
I'm still staring around at the store in awe when I hear that familiar Kesesese. I turn around and meet Gil's red eyes.
"So you like it, Birdie?"
"Oh yeah! I love it!" I exclaim in happiness, my violet eyes literally sparkling with happiness.
"Really? I wouldn't have pegged you as one who'd be into this kind of stuff."
"I love this kind of stuff, Gil. I just never get to wear any of it because Arthur thinks that it's ungentlemanly," I reply, pulling a snooty British accent for the last part, making Gill laugh.
As Gil is regaining his composure, a girl with long brown hair, a pink flower tucked behind her one ear, and a white bandana holding her hair out of her face approaches us. She has a kind smile and bright green eyes full of life. She looks out of place in simple blue jeans, ballet flats, and a slain green blouse.
"Who's this little cutie, Gil?" the girl asks Gil while looking me up and down.
"Hey, Liz!" Gil says enthusiastically, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "This is my new friend. His name is Matthew Bonnefoy-Kirkland," he says, gesturing to me.
"It's Matthew Williams," I correct him, earning me a curious face.
"Didn't you say your last name was Bonnefoy-Kirkland when you introduced yourself to Vatti?" Gil asks, looking confused.
"Yes. That's my official name since they adopted me, but I prefer to only use it for something formal like meeting someone's parents or with teachers. The rest of the time I use my original last name which is Williams," I explain to him.
"Oh, I see. Well, anyway, this is Elizavetta Edelstein. She's Roddy's wife," Gil tells me, gesturing to the girl in front of us as he uses his pet name for his uncle.
"Call me Liz, and I'm not his wife yet, Gil. The wedding's not until April. Remember, you better wear a suit and bring a nice date or you'll taste the wrath of my frying pan," Liz corrects him cheerfully while shaking my hand and producing a frying pan seemingly out of nowhere and threatening the albino with it.
"Fine, fine, I'll wear a tux and bring a date. Anyway, I've got a challenge for you, Liz," Gil tells her with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he changes the subject.
"What's your challenge?" Liz replies. A glint appears in her eyes that matches the one in Gilbert's almost exactly, and I start to get a bad feeling in my gut that I have something to do with this challenge.
"I want you to find Birdie here an outfit that will make him look super awesome and hot. His current one is merely hiding his awesomeness."
"Challenge Accepted," Liz says without a single moment's hesitation.
"Holdup!" I cry before I'm swept away by the crazy, pan-wielding woman.
Okay so I really hope you guys like this chapter. It's longer than I normally do them. I realized that I had one day spread out into 12chapters so I'm definitely going to be condensing them. Also I had Zenkaikon last Saturday and I meet some really amazing people there am had the time of my life. I kissed a male Germany cosplayer and it somehow got on youtube. The video is titled Germancest stage kiss if you want to look it up. I also met many other Prussia cosplayers and me and one of them have decided to get married and join into one single ten meters of pure awesome. They have an account on here too I believe their username is theawesomeprussia so go check out their stuff. They've got lots of great stories so please go check out their channel I know that you're reading this and so I'd like to say Hi mein awesome husband!
Anyway please forgive me for taking so long. My computer at home broke so I can only work at this at school and I can only update it if I'm on my computer at home but I will try and do it here if I get the chance. Anyway I hope you guys liked this chapter and I hope to get lots more reviews. I love getting them and they are what keep me going abate I'm a very slow worker given that I do not have too much time to work on computers. I will continue to update as fast as I can to bring you more of the awesome Prussia and adorable Canada.
Nowhere's my Lovely beta, Sakura414 to say a few words:
The con was even more fun than usual this year! Definitely the best one I've been to yet. Sadly, we must now return to the crappy reality known as high school and face the fact that we have not updated our stories in far too long. Congratulations on beating me this time, Wolf-chan. I'll have to pick up my pace! On behalf of myself and Wolfen Artist of Hetalia, thank you all for reading!
Until next time mein leiblings.