I still haven't updated Fabricated, but I'm in the mood for more PruCan and UsUk fml.
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The school day had gone well so far. Alfred and Matthew were in most classes with each other, and the ones that they weren't in together, they were usually with Arthur or Gilbert. Matthew made up an excuse to go to the bathroom during lunch, using a tiny pocket mirror to fix his makeup and poking at his stomach, determined that he was overweight still and regretting the fact that he would have to eat, or face Gilbert's scrutiny. He pulled his red sweatshirt back on with a sigh before meeting back with Arthur, Alfred and Gilbert up on the roof. As he got up to the roof, he heard yells and shouts. Matthew scrambled up the steps as fast as he could with his bruised ribs, only to see that Alfred had got in a fight with Ivan.. again. The Canadian made his way over to Gilbert, who was observing the fight from afar.
"Again..? What did Ivan say this time?" He leant against the wall with a sigh.
"The usual. Something about food. Scores. Soccer. Something like that anyway.."
"He does this too often.." Matthew murmured.
"Ja...Hey, you look weird, Birdie." Gilbert tilted his head to the side.
"E-Eeh... I look weird?"
"Ja, you were really stiff when you were walking over here, and you have huge bags under your eyes! And..." He pulled Matthew a little closer, making the Canadian flush intensely. Gilbert poked a spot on Matthew's head lightly. "You have a bruise right here! Was it the stupid Cuban guy again?" He half-growled, folding his arms and staring into violet orbs.
Ivan had retreated by now, not wanting to get the blame, and Alfred sported a small bruise on his cheek, being checked on by Arthur. The two were just walking over. Matthew watched them as he thought of an excuse.
"Eh.. I-I just fell over..! I tr-tripped on a Coke can outside the h-house!" He squeaked out, doing his best to reassure Gilbert. "A-Anyway! What do we have next?" The Canadian changed the subject quickly.
"Phys. Ed!" Alfred cut in, sitting down with Arthur.
"Awesome~ Wanna pair up for cricket Birdie~?"
"Eh.. I can't Gil, sorry.. I can't do Phys. Ed. For a while, I have something wrong with my eh.. leg.."
"Aww~ You can still watch my awesomeness though!"
"Okay..."
"Dude, I'm fine!" Alfred exclaimed to Arthur, who was still jabbing at his cheek.
"It was Ivan! You're hardly going to be 'fine', idiot!"
"Jeez Artie, I've had worse! It was just a tap!"
"Sorry for caring!"
"Why do you even bother!?"
"You two should stop arguing..."
"I bother because you're my friend!"
"Maybe I don't want you to be my stupid friend!"
"Guys..."
"Well maybe I don't want you to be my friend either!"
"C-Calm down..?"
"Good!"
"I never want to see you again, wanker!"
And with that, the Brit stormed off.
