This was suppose to come out a few days ago, but... I dicovered Tumblr, nuff said. Also, Un-Beta'd cuz I wan't y'all to read it sooner!
Matthew stood at his locker, grabbing his things for second period. He couldn't stop thanking every deity he could think of that he had forgotten his book-bag at school on Friday. He and Gilbert had woken up late, so they hadn't had time to stop off at Matthew's apartment, not that he had really wanted to. Thankfully, he was around the same size as Lovino, and had been able to borrow a pullover and jeans from him. Really, Matthew was amazed at how kind his friends could be. For a group of kids rumored to be the biggest assholes in the school, they were all pretty protective and helpful.
The Latvian boy who owned the locker next to his smiled and waved at him, prompting the same response. They had never really talked, but he seemed nice enough. Matthew supposed the would have become friends, if not for the fact that the guy (Raivis, he thought his name was) was terrified of his boyfriend. Not your boyfriend for much longer, Matthew reminded himself cheerfully. Suddenly, the call of his name broke him from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw his brother dodging through the crowded halls toward him. Unable to come up with a viable excuse for running away, Matthew waited patiently for his brother to get to his locker, which only took a few moments.
"Yeah, Al?" Matthew asked, leaning against the locker beside his. Alfred's facial expression was a mix of worried, relieved and pissed off.
"Dude, where the hell have you been? When I got home on Sunday, Proffessor Dickwidget told me that you hadn't been home since Friday," Here, Matthew felt a twinge of guilt. He had completely fogotten to call his brother and tell him where he was. Not that he would have answered, whispered a vindictive part of Matthew's brain, which he quickly silenced. Alfred cared about him, he just got caught up in his own little world sometimes. It wasn't his fault; Selfishness ran in the family. Just look at Francis.
"Oh, yeah. sorry. I got caught up at a friend's house and ended up staying all weekend," Matthew explained, scratching the back of his head guiltily. Alfred's face transformed into a mask of elation.
"Alright, so you finally got with Beilschmidt! Good on you, lil brosif!" He crowed, attracting the attention of half the hallway.
"God damn it, Al, shut up!" Matthew snapped, glaring daggers at his brother. "We're JUST friends, got it?"
Alfred didn't seem to be detered by his brother's anger. "SUUUUUUUUUUURE y'all are just friends. Damn, I don't know whether to envy or feel bad for all the people who have to watch you two canoodle on the roof."
"There isn't any canoodling going on!" Matthew insisted. Alfred looked severely unconvinced. The Canadian sighed explosively, Slamming his locker door shut. "Jesus, you're such an asshole."
"That's why you love me, Mattie, m'boy," Alfred joked, slinging an arm around his shoulder.
"You keep telling yourself that, Alfie," The pair walked off down the hallway, not sparing another thought for the Baltic boy who had always been just a little too good at overhearing things.
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Gilbert stared out the window, completely ignoring his French teacher as she blathered on. Instead, his mind was occupied by thoughts of Matthew and his (hopefully) soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. Despite the fact that Matthew had seemed fine for the rest of the weekend, Gil just couldn't put the image of a heartbroken Matthew out of his mind. He hated the boy, this Ivan kid, with every fibre of his being. He wished he could give him a kick to the ribs for every tear he had made fall from Matthew's beautiful lilac eyes. Sure, Gil had been hoping that Matthew would break up with his boyfriend so he could have a chance, but he took no pleasure from something that had hurt his Birdie so bad. If Lovino hadn't snapped at him on Saturday morning, he would have found the bastard and murdered him. Thankfully, he'd had the chance to see Matthew in the hall just thirty minutes ago during the change over from second period to third period, and he had seemed pretty happy (well, as happy as he ever looked, which wasn't very).
Even still, Gilbert planned to give the Commie hell. After all, NOBODY hurt his friends, not even scary-as-fuck Russians.
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Ivan paced back and forth in front of the theatre, muttering practiced apologies under his breath. A bouquet of violets (Ivan remembered that Matthew once said that he loved his province's official flower). He had to get it just right; Enough regret to make him seem sincere, but not too much begging to keep from looking desperate. For the hundredth time, Ivan cursed that little hua ping for getting him into this mess. Иисус Христос трахать, this shouldn't be this hard! I just need to remind my little груша that I'm the best thing in his life! No one else will ever want him; I've already broken him into my perfect little toy! He knows this, I just have to remind him of this!
"E-Excuse me? Mr. Braginski, sir, are you alright?" A trembling, timid voice questioned, cutting through his thoughts and bringing him back to the real world. Ivan turned and saw Raivis, one of his favorite victi- friends standing behind him. His arms were laden with a stack of garment bags that reached up to his chin, and he looked as though he wanted to run and hide. Perfect. Ivan did love the look of pure terror in his little grade nine eyes.
"Oh, my apologies, little one, was I blocking your way?" Ivan asked, not really caring either way. "I was just about to go talk to my Matvey."
Here, the boy looked confused. "B-But why would you be l-looking for him h-here?" He questioned, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Ivan frowned.
"Because he's apart of the drama crew. Really, did i beat all of the brain cells out of you already?"
"I think you might be confused, sir," Raivis said, a nervous smile on his face as his eyebrow twitched. "Mr. Williams was never in drama, or a member of the stage crew or any of that. He spends all his time up on the roof with the Bad Touch Trio and those guys."
"Oh really?" Ivan asked, a pleasant smile coming to his face as he took on a dark, angry aura. He dropped his bouquet of flowers to the floor. "Thank you for clearing that up for me, Little Latvian. I must get going now, I have a disobedient dog who's in need of a punishment."
With that, the Russian walked off, crushing the beautful flowers as he went. Raivis couldn't shake the horrible feeling that he had just done something horrible.
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Matthew sat on the lip of the roof beside Lili, watching as the others through snowballs at each other (Minus Heracles, who was napping, and Roderich, who was "too aristocratic for such barbaric games"). Matthew laughed as Gilbert got nailed in the face by Francis and staggered around drammatically. Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
IVAN: Bravo, Matvey. You really should have been in drama for all your acting abilities. Come home now so we can discuss your latest act, немного лжец.
12:39pm
Matthew's heart stuttered in his chest. His vision tunneled until all he could see were those 26 terrifying words. His breath came in shallow gasps and he registered somewhere that he was crying. Oh God, I'm going to die. After all this time, I was so close to getting out, and now I'm going to die.
For a moment he considered not going, turning to Lili and showing it to her. He knew she would help, that she would save him. But no. Matthew would NOT take the coward's way out this time. He had done that enough. He was going to face Ivan, hell, he was going to face his death, like a man. Slowly, stiffly, he stood up from the ledge, shoving his phone into his jacket.
"Where are you going, Mattie?" Lili asked, giing him a slightly worried look.
"I'll be right back. I want to take a picture of this, but I left my phone in my locker," He lied, giving her a barely there smile. She still seemed a bit worried, but nodded, seemingly buying his story. Relieved, Matthew jogged to the other side of the roof. He pulled the door open, sighing in relief. Thank God she didn't remember-
"Wait, you just had your phone!"
Matthew bolted.
Honestly, any other time he would have felt bad for running, but he really didn't want to burden her wih this. His feet pounded against the floor as he reached one of the many exits from the school. He burst out, scaring a group of grade niners as they were about to re-enter the school. He sprinted off school property, thanking every God he could remember that his school had an open campus.
He wasn't exactly aware of how much time had passed before he reached his apartment building, but he assumed that lunch was well over, and that he had officially ditched a class. Some small part of his brain marked that he'd probably catch shit for it on Tuesday. Yeah, His brain scoffed. If I am still alive tomorrow, then I'll worry about it.
Suddenly, a thought slammed into Matthew's head. He didn't want to die. Months ago, he would have thought about his death with a vague hope, seeing it as his only way to escape the Hell he had gotten himself into. Now, though, he had other people whoche cared about, people who he loved, and who loved him. He desperately wanted to live, To joke with Liz, to hug Feli, to laugh asFrancis flirted witha flustered Arthur. And, most of all, he wanted to see Gilbert. He wanted to see him smile and glare and smirk and frown and crow with happiness or sulk in anger. He wanted to fall into slow, goofy love with him. He wanted to cuddle on the roof in the spring time sun and wrestle in the crashing waves during summer vacation and jump into piles of red and gold leaves while putting up Halloween decorations at Gil's house.
Matthew reached into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. He checked the time, seeing that it was indeed well past lunch hour. Sighing, Matthew scrolled through his contacts until he came to the number he was looking for.
Mattie: Hey, Lili, can you leave class so I can call you?
1:25pm
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As soon as Lili recieved the text, she made some bullcrap excuse about needing the restroom and bolted from class, heading to the nearest girl's washroom. She quickly scrolled through her contacts until she found Matthew and hit the call button. The Canadian picked up partway hrough the first ring. Even over the phone, he sounded rushed and panicked.
"I'm really sorry to inconvenience you with this, Lili, but I've gotten myself into a really bad situation and you're the only one I could think of who could help me without thinking something is weird and-"
"Matthew, slow down, breathe! It's okay," Lili interupted. She waited until she had done as instructed, before speaking again. "Whatever you need, I'm here for you. Just tell me, okay?"
"Well, I just need you to stay one the line and not say anything, please. I know that sounds odd, but you're the only one I can ask," He explained, voice trembling. Lili felt a spike of terror in her veins. She couldn't help but wonder why her friend needed this of her, but she refrained from asking.
"Okay, of course I'll do that for you," She could hear him sigh in relief on the other end.
"Thank you Lili," He whispered. Lili heard a fluttering of fabric, like the phone was being shoved in a pocket, which did nothing to ease her fears. a moment of silence passed, before she heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking.
"Ivan, I-"
Suddenly, there was a pained grunt, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. From the clatter of sound, Lili assmed it was Matthew. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized what was happening. Tears clouded her vision and she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Instead, she listened on.
"You lying little slut!" A heavily accented voice roared, followed closely by the sound of something heavy (If she hadto guess, she'd say apipe or a baseball bat) meeting flesh and a pain-filled shout.
"Ivan, It's not-" smack, crunch. That sounded suspiciously like a broken bone, which it probably was, if Matthew's wails were any indication.
"Shut your lying mouth, you skank! I bet all those times you were gone during lunch you were off sucking Beilschmidt's dick!' Another crack, another scream.
"No, no, I never-" Matthew cut himself off with another shrill shriek of agony. He must have made a grab for his pocket, because suddenly their was the sound of rustling in his pocket.
"Who the fuck is on the phone!?" This Ivan bellowed, the sound much clearer now that the phone was out of the pocket.
"No one, No one!" Matthew wailed. Some small part of he noted that this was as loud as she had ever heard him be. There was the sound of another sickening blow, and then Ivan was talking directly to Lili.
"Whoever you are, I want you to know that I'm going to kill him, and Beilschmidt! No one touches what is mine!" The last thing Lili was the whistling of air as the phone was presumable chucked at the wall, before the line went dead.
Lili sat there in shock for a moment, unable to proccess what she heard. Suddenly, she stood on shaky legs and headed out the door. Her strength seemed to return to her as she began running through the school. Thank God he complains about his fourth period class so much, Lili thought to herself. Lili finally reached her destination, quickly banging on the door. Moments later, a short lady with a pinched expression opened the door.
"Can I-"
"I need to speak with Gilbert!" She rushed out, her voice shrill and panicked. "It's a family emergency!"
The teacher looked like she was about to tell her off, but thankfully, Gilbert slipped past her, giving the teacher a 'What're you gonna do about it?' look as he led his frantic younger cousin down the hall and around the corner.
"What's the matter, Lils?" He asked, concern and worry etched into his features. Lili opened her mouth and uttered the three words that stopped his heart.
"Mattie's in trouble."
THAT IS IT. THE END. NO MORE. THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE. I truly hope you enjoyed this fanfiction and that-
Inner Kiwi: OH HELL NO I KNOW YOU DON'T THINK THAT THIS IS THE END YOU GET BACK TO THIS GOD DAMN KEYBOARD RIGHT THIS SECOND YOU LITTLE-
Me: Oh my God, I was kidding! there's one more chapter, and then a sequel! Jesus, I wouldn't leave the fans hanging like that!
Inner Kiw: The would literally find you and murder everything you love.
Translations:
IDK if there are any mahor translations, but hua ping is Chinese for flower vase, and is a slang term for gay of effeminate boy. I feel like it applies to Yao. Screw the logic of why Ivan knows it. Also, it's sort of a Mulan reference.
ALSO, 100 POINTS TO ANYONE WHO CAN GUESS WHERE THIS IS SET/WHICH CITY IT'S IN! Hint: It's in Canada and I've dropped at least one hint in this chapter.
READ AND REVIEW.