Hello my lovelies! I got a beta, the lovely and talented BlacktwinWhitetwin! look up their work, they are magical. Anyway, the winner of the oneshot is...-drumroll- XxFlamingSnowxX! You can have a oneshot, rating/couple/plot of your choice! Though, honestly, if any of you ask, I'll probably do it if I have the free time, unless it's UsUk, Franada, or anything with "cest" in the ship name.
Inner Kiwi: Stingy bitch...
Me: Excuse me for having places where I'm uncomfortabe!
Anyway, here you go; Chapter six, fresh and steamy!

As Matthew entered his high school the next Monday, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd see Gilbert, or if he'd aknowledge him. Although he knew it would probably be a bad situation, as Ivan would then find out about where he had been, Matthew couldn't help but be hopeful that they would talk.

Matthew was pulled from his thoughts by the feel of Ivan's hand clamping down on his neck. Momentary panic flooded through him before he reigned it in; Ivan wouldn't dare hurt him where everyone could see it.

"What's wrong?" Matthew asked softly, looking up at the taller boy warily. Ivan's face was sporting it's regular childish grin.

"I was about to ask the same thing, my little груша. You are being very spacey. Something is bothering you, da?" Ivan asked, false concern coloring his voice. Matthew knew this was just Ivan's way of bringing his "little punching bag" down from the clouds.
"I'm fine, Ivan, thank you for asking," His response was automatic and robotic, just like all his other actions around the Russian. Ivan seemed to shrug it off, obviously not caring one way or another. Sighing, Matthew headed off towards his locker, which was thankfully far away from Ivan's. Honestly, Matthew thanked God every damned day that he only had two out of five classes with his boyfriend. One the other hand, it was during those two now-dreaded classes that he had met the boy...

Shaking these thoughts off, Matthew grabbed his binders and headed off for his first class.

As Matthew sat down in his customary backrow window seat, he started in on his favorite hobbie- people watching. His first targets were Francis and Arthur. They appeared to be having their customary pre-class arguement. Matthew moved on. Ahead and to his left, Antonio Carriedo and his boyfriend, Lovino were having some sort of conversation. If the color of Lovino's cheeks were any indication, it was probably something embarassing. The Italian started repeatedly punching the Spaniard, but because this was a daily occurence, no one really reacted.

Sighing, Matthew turned his gaze back down to his desk, no longer interested in observing all the disfuntional yet happy couples. Before Saturday, Matthew would have smiled to himself, happy for the loving relationships, but now it just gave him a slight ache in his chest. Ever since his afternoon with the albino, he couldn't help but pine for a normal, loving boyfriend, who treated him the way a boyfriend was supposed to. A boyfriend who took him out on dates, opened car doors for him, held his hand, Hell, even smiled at him! Instead he was stuck with a boyfriend who treated him like trash, who went out to parties without him and came back well into the next day, not even trying to disguise the smell of sex lingering on him.

Matthew pushed his musings away. Damn Gilbert to Hell for making him pine for something he'd never have! He KNEW he'd be stuck with Ivan until the man either killed him or dumped him, and before their day of fun, Matthew had been... well, not FINE with it, but he'd at least accepted it. Now he was acting like a child, hoping for a fairy tale knight to save him from the evil king. But that's not how life worked; Matthew wasn't a beautiful princess, he was a painfully awkward and shy teenage boy, and even if Gilbert was gay,which, judging by the rumors, he definitely wasn't, Matthew didn't really deserve him. Sure, Gil was a bit of a cocky asshole, but once you got to know him, he was pretty nice and funny and cool, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. No, Matthew was lucky the boy even looked at him without a sneer of disgust- no need to delude himself into thinking otherwise.

Besides, Matthew probably wasn't even realy attracted to Gilbert, just the way he treated him. After so long of being treated like a nothing, it was nice to have someone give you a sense of worth, however false it may be.

Classes passed in a monotonous blur, only broken by the lunch bell. Matthew had been spacing out all day; no matter how hard he tried to block out thoughts of the Prussian, he just couldn't. the hoser kept on wriggling his was into the boys head. The more he tried to ignore it, the more he paid attention. Thankfully, Ivan didn't share any of his morning classes, so he hadn't witnessed Matthew's absence from planet Earth.

His head was still up in the clouds as he walked towards the cafeteria, brown bag lunch in hand, which was probably why he ended up walking into someone.

"Hey, vous êtes d'accord?" A voice asked. Matthew looked up to see Francis Bonnefoy looking down at him in concern. Before Matthew could responde, Gilbert peered over the blond's shoulder, sending a grin at Matthew.

"Hey, Birdie, I've been looking all over for you! I wanted to ask you to have lunch with us," The albino said cheerfully. Matthew was about to politely refuse, knowing that Ivan would probably be angry, but stopped himself. This was the first time anyone had ever asked him to eat lunch with them, and for once, Matthew was going to grow a damned backbone and accept the offer.

"Uhm, thanks, sure," A tiny smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he internally cheered himself on. In answer, Gil's smile grew even wider. He reached out and took Matthew's wrist, leading him ahead in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. Niether noticed the amused smiles that graced the faces of the two remaining BTT members.
"Vingt dollars dit qu'ils sont ensemble à la fin de l'année scolaire," Francis challenged, smirking at his Spanish best friend.

"Io hace cincuenta y tienes un trato," The Spaniard shot back.

"Votre perte, mais bien sûr, nous avons un accord," Francis agreed. The two shook hands and followed after their friend. Internally, the Frenchman's smirk grew. He was soooo going to win this bet. After all, Matthew was Francis' cousin, and what kind of cousin would he be if he didn't help him out, if only just a little?

Don't hate me, but I'm leaving it there! Next chapter will have lots of awkward introductions, I promise!
Inner Kiwi: You keep promising them long chapters, but you never put out.
Me: Screw you, I'm easily distracted!

Translations:
груша- punching bag
Hey, vous êtes d'accord?- Hey, are you okay?
Vingt dollars dit qu'ils sont ensemble à la fin de l'année scolaire- Twenty dollars says they are together by the end of the school year.
Io hace cincuenta y tienes un trato- make it fifty and you've got a deal
Votre perte, mais bien sûr, nous avons un accord.- your loss, but sure, we've got a deal

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