~Lunch Time~
Matt had gotten more used to his three guides as the day went on. However, now was going to be a challenge. He hadn't seen his friend Carlos all day and knew the Cuban would be worried by now. As the four boys entered the cafeteria, the shy Canadian was clinging to Gilbert's arm, hoping he wouldn't fall over and make a fool of himself. On a table at the back of the room, three blonds sat talking. Well, a loud Danish boy and Matthew's American brother were talking loudly while Alfred's British boyfriend and Matthias' Norwegian boyfriend looked rather uncomfortable and grumpy. The "King" waved to the third member of the "Awesome Trio" as they called themselves. Waving back, Gilbert signalled that he would be there in a moment before turning to Matthew.
"Vhat vere you going to get for lunch, Birdie?"
Snapping out of his slight concentration trance of putting one foot in front of the other without tripping, Matt looked up at the tall Prussian, thinking carefully about what he answered, the quiet Canadian didn't even get a chance to reply before Francis interrupted him.
"Mon cher will have a baguette, oui, Matthieu?"
"You sure you don't want to give him yours, amigo? Fusososososo~"
"Non, 'owever, I'm sure Gilbert wants to give him his!" At this, the albino went bright red. Well, as red as he could go.
"D-Do not!" He tried to argue. The self-proclaimed Prussian hoped to God that Matthew couldn't see how red he was. Good thing the semi-blinded Canadian was too lost in thought over what option he would choose for lunch to notice.
"How about some pizza? Lovi and I made some in Home Ec today!" The beaming, seemingly oblivious idiot that was Antonio proudly announced.
Looking up in the general direction of the blurred Spaniard, Matthew smiled. "Sounds good, eh?"
The reply was quiet, but still loud enough so that Francis looked slightly defeated at his cousin choosing Italian food over his own.
"There's enough for everyone, don't worry!"
At this, Francis and Gilbert immediately grinned. The promise of Italian pizza was always enough to cheer them up!
Walking over to the table where the remaining members of the Awesome Trio were sat with their boyfriends, Antonio had managed to drag Lovino with him and the group sat down. Gilbert sat next to Matthias, Matthew on the other side of the Prussian, Francis perched next to the grumpy Brit whereas Antonio and Lovino were seated at the end of the table. Just Matt's luck, he was positioned directly opposite his brother.
"Hey, Bro! You sitting with at the Awesome table today?" The loud American unintentionally yelled.
"Quit yelling, you git!" Arthur hit him around the back of the head.
"Love ya too, Eyebrows!" If no one knew better, they would say the two blonds were enemies. However, everyone at the table knew better. Especially the Nordic couple and the two Mediterranean boys.
"Anyway, Mattie, something about you seems… different," the Canadian knew he was screwed if he didn't come up with a good answer.
Instead, he began stuttering like an idiot. "I-I… W-What do y-you mean?"
Noticing his glasses were missing and not wanting Alfred to go into protective big brother mode, Arthur decided to help his boyfriend's brother out.
"Did you change your hair?" It was a fair point, Francis had put Matthew's hair in a ponytail for Home Ec and hadn't taken it out yet.
"That's what it is! Bro, it totally suits you!"
"Who are you? Feliks?" The "King" shouted loudly, laughing until Lukas pulled his tie, choking him a little. "All right, all right, I give, I give!" Matthias surrendered through being choked.
Everyone burst out laughing at the couple; surprisingly, this included the other "tsunderes" (as Kiku called them) of the group.
The laughter faded away until eventually, the table was left in an awkward silence, with a Brit still wondering what happened.
This would have to wait as Antonio had put a metal biscuit tin on the table. Once opened, it revealed enough pizza for everyone at the table. Of course, the creators of the delicious creation got first pick of their slices, with everyone else getting to choose soon after.
Matthew was around half way through his slice of pizza when he heard a familiar loud voice.
"America! Where's your brother? I haven't seen him all day!"
It was Carlos… At least someone had noticed he wasn't there.
"Dude, stop calling me that! It's annoying! And Mattie's right there, can't you see him?" Alfred gestured to the space opposite him which was currently occupied by the Canadian being looked for.
Turning to look at his blurred friend, Matthew greeted him in a voice barely above a whisper. "Hi, Carlos. Have you been looking for me?"
"You look different, Matt… How come you aren't wearing your glasses?"
Oh, Maple! He noticed!
Cue protective brother mode.
"What?! My little bro must've got picked on or something! It doesn't matter, the HERO is here to save the day!" At this, Arthur hit Alfred over the head again.
"You really are a bloody idiot, Alfred. Matthew hasn't been wearing his glasses this whole time!" Arthur's face was a picture of pure irritation.
Sighing, the Canadian stood up silently, leaving the table, his friends and his half finished pizza behind as he made his way to his safe haven.
The library.
The group hadn't noticed as the Englishman, Frenchman and American began bickering like children, eventually descending into violence before the other members of the group pulled them apart.
His impaired vision certainly caused some issues. Even though the halls were practically empty, Matthew began to wish he had someone to walk with him, guide him through the quiet chaos that was his life. Not that he needed a guide anyway, he knew the route like the back of his hand. It was a simple enough walk, just down the hall and up a flight of stairs.
Walking into the library, he was greeted by the school librarian, both of which were on first name basis with each other.
"Hello, Matthew, is there anything I can help you with?" The cheery middle-aged woman asked.
"Hum? Oh I'm fine, Audrey. Thanks for asking." Matthew sounded slightly depressed but Audrey brushed it off as nothing.
He walked to the end of the bookshelves and sat down on a group of beanbags, closing his eyes as he sank into the comfort of the seat.
Silent footsteps approached the Canadian as a certain Russian and Chinese duo were currently hiding from their younger siblings.
"Privet, Comrade!"
"Nǐ hǎo, Matthew!"
A/N: Hello, people of the internet! As requested, here is the second part of this story! Next part may take a while because I can't write Russia and China whatsoever. That's Anna's job. So, the next chapter will be a collab between us both. See you next time!
PS: Writers, check your chapters before you upload them. It cut half of mine out and I had to copy and paste it again and it also screwed up the format. Just a little warning for you guys there.
~Lou