*Sniff Sniff* I love Hetalia fans! They actually review! So thank you all who have reviewed, faved, and/or followed~! I love you all~! So, to answer the 2nd review I received, I understand not introducing the characters too quickly, but those were the ones I felt should be addressed sooner while I had a good place to put them. The others will trickle in~! But thank you for the help~! I completely agree with you! And Matt and Al had an...unusual...way of growing up, so they think it's completely acceptable to be gay. AND I NOW HAVE MICROSOFT OFFICE! So now I have spell check! So without further delay...hopefully...we can go on. The boys will meet their roommates in this, so be prepared. Though you can prolly guess who they dorm with~!
Class resumed after the first break, but not before a few people had some scrapes and bruises. Mostly the damaged kids were the Bad Touch Trio. But they laughed their wounds off, Gilbert claiming they were battle scars.
The students involved in the chaos in 4-A sighed in relief when class resumed. The students from 4-B were all pouting, sad it had to end. But class did resume, nonetheless!
While Matthew could wait for lunch, Alfred could not. He was getting fidgety. He didn't like having to sit in one classroom for so long, with the same boring teacher that droned on and on and on about things he already knew for the most part.
Alfred was getting hungry too. He hoped the school had his favorite food: Hamburgers! He didn't think he could live without at least one for lunch! He sighed, wondering what his twin was thinking about. Despite what many people thought, they didn't have twin telepathy. He had tried many times.
Matthew, on the other hand, was slightly scared at what this school would bring. All the people he had met so far were very loud. It wasn't that he couldn't handle them. 'I mean, look at Al!' Matthew thought to himself. No, it was just that there were a lot of them, and they were actually paying attention to him. Normally, he was practically invisible. Or people saw him, but they forgot who he was. So this was overwhelming.
Matthew gave it to the end of the week though. Then things would go back to normal for him. Which did hurt Matthew a little, but he just brushed the feeling off, being that it was also normal.
Lunch did finally come, excited students pouring out of the classrooms. Matthew waited outside his classroom for his brother, knowing he would want a hamburger.
"Mattie! We gotta go on a hunt! If they don't have 'im here, we gotta go search for some!" Alfred was jogging in place.
"What does this illiterate idiot want?" Arthur asked, coming out from behind Matthew.
"O-Oh, he just wants hamburgers. They're his f-favorite food. I wonder if the school has pancakes..." Matthew furrowed his brow slightly, thinking about it.
During his thinking, Alfred and Arthur had already left for the cafeteria, arguing about Alfred's tendency to call Arthur "Artie." When Matthew looked up, he was alone.
Sighing, he was about to follow his brother, but was stopped when an arm draped over his shoulders. "Did your brother leave you~?" a French accent purred in his left ear.
Before Matthew could reply, another arm draped over the other. "Come on Francis, don't scare the kid," a German accent reprimanded in his right ear.
"H-hello Gilbert, Francis. Al j-just has a lot of energy, a-and is excited. He doesn't like to be cooped up for so long. It drives him crazy."
"Well, we might as well go look for him in the cafeteria, non? You could even sit with us."
"Ja! You will have an awesome time. Though it won't be as awesome as I am." The two were already leading Matthew to the cafeteria.
"O-Okay. Do either of you know if they have pancakes?" Matthew asked.
"At lunch? Nein. For breakfast? Ja! And they are pretty good." Gilbert was happy just thinking about them.
Francis went and whispered in Matthew's ear. "Behind potatoes and wurst, they are his favorite food."
At that bit of news, Matthew smiled, seemingly brightening up the hall they were currently walking in. "I love pancakes~! They are the best food in the world!"
The other two were surprised at how enthusiastic the boy between them sounded. It was also the first time they didn't hear him stutter. "Is Alfred like this with his food too?" Gilbert asked.
"Hmm? Oh, no. He is much worse." The three then arrived at the cafeteria doors. They walked in, the lunchroom already loud and rowdy.
Matthew scanned the room, finding his brother and Arthur at the end of a line. He, Francis, and Gilbert all went to stand with them.
"There you are Mattie! I was wondering where you went. Thinking about pancakes again?" He laughed as Matthew's cheeks got rosy.
"At least I'm not getting fat from hamburgers…" Matthew mumbled. The others snickered as they saw Alfred actually flinch back, horror stricken.
"I AM NOT GETTING FAT! I drink, like, a boat load of diet soda to cancel out all the hamburgers!" While this was going on, the group had reached the front of the line, everyone but Alfred and Matthew having ordered something.
"Go on and order, Alfred." Matthew pushed him forward a bit.
"Alright, alright." He looked up at the menu. "I'll have an extra-large Diet Cola, six large fries, four double bacon cheeseburgers, and two ice creams for dessert." Everyone who didn't know Alfred thought that was for him and his brother, until he asked, "And for you Mattie?"
Matthew, being unfazed by his brother's monstrous appetite, said, "I'll have a large Mountain Dew, a large fry, and the crispy chicken club. Oh, and a piece of red velvet cake for dessert. That should be all."
The lady taking the orders repeated it, almost scared. "It'll be $40.29. I'm sorry to ask this, but are you sure you can eat all that?"
"Oh yea. I'm eating light today, anyways." Eyes bulged out of their sockets. Alfred, oblivious to the jaws that hit the floor, pulled out a fifty, handing it to the lady. "I'll get lunch if you get dinner, Mattie."
"Okay." Having paid, the food was brought out. The group went to sit with Antonio, who was with Lovino, who was with Feliciano, who was attached to Ludwig.
"Holy crapola! Is that all for you!?" Lovino asked when Alfred set his food down.
"Yea. Why is this such a surprise to everyone?" Alfred immediately bit into one of his hamburgers, eating about half of it in the process.
No one could answer as they stared horrified at what he just did. Matthew only brought a napkin up to his face, wiping at the ketchup that had dribbled down his chin. "Stop making such a mess."
"Sunx Muddy! (Thanks Mattie!)"
"Don't talk with your mouth full you stupid git! It's disgusting! And stop touching me you stupid frog!" Arthur looked about ready to blow a gasket. Alfred only laughed, food flying out of his mouth. Francis did his signature "honhonhon" laugh, looking like he would rape Arthur on the spot.
Matthew decided to ignore that part of the table, since he was in the middle, and focus on the other side. Which, as Matthew sat there, wasn't that much better.
Feliciano was hanging off Ludwig, who was trying to get the Italian to let go. This was making Lovino mad. This made Antonio want to make him feel better.
"Ve~! But Ludwig, it's a little chilly so we will be much warmer this way!"
"Nein, that is unacceptable! When I was in Germany, I just wore a jacket! Now let go!"
"Hey, potato bastard! Stop telling my fratello what he can and can't do! He can do whatever, whenever the fuck he wants!" Lovino was red with anger at this point. Ludwig just gave him a glance before he went back to lecturing Feliciano. This made Lovino even more pissed.
"Now now, Lovi~! Leave Ludwig alone. I know! I'll cheer you up!" He then put his hands together. After that, he said, "Fusosososo," many times, while pushing his hands out, and bringing them back together. (A/N: You know? Like the episode with the turtles I think it was…) Lovino only looked at him, before blowing up at him.
Matthew could only sit in his seat, quietly eating. He was slightly sad. It had only been a few hours and he was already forgotten. He picked up a fry, twirling it in his fingers as he let out a sigh.
"What's eating you?" Gilbert asked, jolting Matthew from his thoughts.
"M-me? Oh, nothing. I-It's really nothing, h-honestly." Matthew gave a small smile, nothing like the one in the hallway.
Gilbert was going to press more, but was interrupted by Alfred, who was almost done with all of his food. "I almost forgot. Could someone help us find our dorm rooms? Me and Mattie don't know where they are."
"Of course~! Anything for two handsome young men as yourselves." Francis had his rape face on again.
"Down Francis!" Gilbert said, poking him in the side. "Yeah, we can go after school. We have about an hour before the siesta time starts. Know what dorm building and room you guys are in?"
"I don't remember. Do you Al?" Asked boy shook his head. "We can look on our schedules and tell you after school. Is that alright?"
"Yes, that should be fine. By the way, do you lads have your PE clothes?" Arthur asked. The two boys nodded. "Good. Classes 4-A and 4-B have PE together. We can all get you set up with a locker then too."
"Alright! I love PE! What game are we playing?" Alfred hoped it was football.
"I don't know…Ludwig? What game are we playing in PE today?" Antonio asked.
"I think it was hockey…Yes, it is."
"I'm ditching!" Everyone looked surprised at Alfred.
"Ve…Why would you do that, Alfredo? You look fit enough, unlike me." Feliciano cocked his head to the side, his curl bouncing.
"Are you kidding? I don't want to die!"
"Come on now, Alfred," Matthew said with a smirk, shocking the table with his tone. "You chicken? Afraid little ol' me is going to hurt you~?"
"Yes! You put me in the hospital the last time we played!" At this point, Alfred had gone to the other side of the table and was hiding behind Arthur and Francis.
"You're exaggerating! I barely hit you. You're the one who went crying to Lucille and Oscar."
"Who are they~?" Feliciano asked.
"One of the foster care families we had. What, we had them for a month when we were thirteen?" Alfred asked Matthew, who nodded, going back to his quiet self that everyone knew.
"Y-Yes. That's right." That's when the bell rang to show that lunch was over.
"Alright everyone, time for class. No one should be late." Arthur said after cleaning up his and Alfred's trash, since the boy had already stood up and seemed to be ignoring it. They were all surprised to see that no food was left. Not even crumbs.
They all looked over at Matthew. "Where the hell does the hamburger bastard put all that food?"
Matthew sighed. "I have no idea. I think he has two stomachs or something." With that for something for everyone to think about, they all left to their respective classrooms.
After one more lecture it was time for PE. Many of the students seemed reluctant to go, like the Italians and Alfred.
"Why can't we play, oh I don't know, baseball or something? Anything but hockey!" Alfred looked like he was walking to his death sentence.
"Don't worry, Al. I'm sure they won't have us play too roughly. Or they might have two teams, games, and you can pick the one that is for people who want it easy." Matthew only smiled and went up to the teachers, requesting his and his brother's lockers.
When the two of them had their lockers, they went to change. While they went to change, the Bad Touch Trio had already done so and were planning on spying on the twins.
"I want to see if they look good~! And if Alfred is actually getting fat." Francis was at the front of their creeping line.
"Yeah. I do too." Gilbert, who made that comment, was next, with Antonio in the rear. They were headed to the back of the locker room. The two boys were in an isle all of their own since they arrived so late.
Once they were around the corner from the isle, they stopped, listening to their conversation. "Ow! Mattie, it hurts~!"
"Oh, stop being a whiner. You've had worse than this anyways. At least nothing is stuck in you like last time. Now stop moving if you don't want it to hurt so badly."
They heard Alfred give out a soft laugh. "You always know how to take care of me, Mattie." Alfred let out a small gasp, giving a small whimper after.
Now, if you were hiding behind a corner, not seeing what was really going on, you would think something sensual was going on. Especially with Alfred's tone. So the BTT were all red in the face.
After hearing one more "Maaattiiieee~!" they fell out from behind the wall, trying to see what was going on. They were slightly disappointed; however, it didn't last long.
They saw Matthew with a bandage in his hand, wrapping up Alfred's arm. They were both half naked, with no shirt on. They saw antiseptic on the bench. They also noticed the boy's chests and abs, which had some scars lining them. There was a big one on both the twin's right shoulders.
"What are you guys doing?" Matthew asked, slightly embarrassed, finishing up on Alfred's arm.
"We wanted to know what you looked like was all," Francis said in their defense, hungrily looking at the six packs the boys had.
"Now, tell us what part of that is getting fat," Antonio accused, pointing to Alfred, who had just put his shirt on.
Matthew put his shirt on. He then swung his hand back, bring it down on Alfred's ass. "OW!" Alfred yelled loud enough to hush the locker room. "What the hell, Mattie!?"
"He ignored Alfred's yell, looking to the trio. "His ass and hips. That's where the McDonald's he eats goes. Now, who wants to go play hockey?" The others watched as Matthew walked away, getting ready for PE.
"By the way, man, how did the two of you get toned like that?" Gilbert asked.
"Oh? Well, the two of us are really active. Plus we have to be in good shape."
"Think you could help us out?" Antonio asked.
All of them noticed how Alfred got slightly uncomfortable when they asked. "Well, Matt and I had a training that was…unorthodox. I don't think either he or I could do the same thing to teach a person." Just then a teacher blew a whistle, trying to get the class together. The four walked over to the group, waiting to start.
"Okay everyone! If you have ever played hockey, either on the ice or on the street, come over here." The people did. The group was small, Matthew being the smallest guy in the group. The teachers gave him worried glance.
The teacher from 4-A spoke next. "The rest of you, follow Mr. Carter. The people who have, or still play, come with me." Alfred sighed in relief as Matthew went with the other group to another court for them to play on.
Each group was set up to play, about to start the games. Before they could, though, another teacher stuck their head out of a window. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Patterson. Are you all playing hockey?" The two teachers nodded. "Didn't you hear, though? We banned hockey from PE. It got too violent." The other teacher went back to her teaching.
"Well, looks like we have to play something else," Mrs. Patterson said, going to collect the equipment.
Alfred went over to Matthew, who had his mouth hanging open, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe you could try out for the team?"
Matthew glared at his brother, whispering so only he could hear his response. "I won't have time if our benefactor wants us to do our jobs!"
Alfred sighed as he went to go stand with everyone else as the teachers got basketballs out. He really wished Matthew could have played hockey. Maybe he would talk to their benefactor about it.
PE resumed as if nothing had changed. There were definitely less injuries than there would have been if they had played hockey.
At the end of class, everyone went to the locker rooms to change back into their school clothes. When they were all done, they waited outside for the bell to ring. They had PE at the end of the day.
"Oh, by the way, what are your dorms?" Ludwig asked, trying to see if he could help the two.
The two pulled out their schedules. "Mine is in building seven, room 321." Matthew looked up to see everyone looking at Gilbert.
"Isn't that your room, mon ami?" Francis asked Gilbert.
"Kesesesese! That it is! Matthew, you get to share a room with The Awesome Me!" He went over and draped his arm around Matthew's shoulders, like he had at lunch.
"Lucky me…" Matthew said, sounding less than enthusiastic.
"And you, Alfred?" Antonio asked, trying to peer over his shoulder.
Alfred pushed him away slightly. "Hand on, dude." Alfred read over the paper. "Building 3, room 123. Is that anywhere near Mattie's?"
"No, it's on the other side of campus," Lovino stated.
"Ve~! That's your room Arthur! Now you can show Alfredo to his room~!"
"Joy…" Arthur barely got out before he was glomped by Alfred.
"Dude this is going to be so amazing!" The bell rang then. "Let's go Artie!" With that, Alfred grabbed Arthur's wrist, dragging him away.
Gilbert looked over at Matthew. "Let's go to our room, new roomie!" And with that, Gilbert did the same thing as Alfred.
The others slowly left the PE area. They all heard Ludwig sigh. "Ve, what is it Luddy?" Feliciano asked.
"I feel bad for Matthew. Rooming with mine bruder? Poor guy."
"Well, looking at Alfred, I feel bad for Arthur." Everyone looked at Lovino, shocked. He cared about someone?
"Lovi~! You really do care about all of us~!" Antonio had launched himself at Lovino, giving him a huge hug.
Lovino turned red. "D-Damnit Tomato Bastard! I-I do not!" Lovino then stomped away, leaving everyone behind.
"Honhonhon~! I can't help but think this last semester will be one to remember~!" And with that last thought, the others all went to their rooms to get ready for the next day.
Yay~! I got through this. Longest chapter I have EVER written. I would have updated the day after my last chapter, but my family had a house warming party for my uncle and aunt, and alcohol was involved, like always. And then the next day was my cousin's birthday, and then I went to my grandparent's house after. Plus, I was a little stuck at one part, so when I was able to come back to it, I was lost. I got through it though, so here we are~! Hope you all review, fav, follow, whatever else. If anyone has things they want to see in here, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Til next time~!
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