Ch 6: Rip Me Right in Two Why Don't You?

He was still standing there after the two stormed out.

Eli…Elivabeta…
He couldn't help but laugh.

All this time…he'd thought that his first love was a guy and that he was thus bisexual since he could get it up for men and women—but…his first love was a girl. And—what did that mean.

How was he supposed to figure out if this changed anything? Why would it have changed anything—he had certainly not been hoping that he might at some point run into Eli again. It wasn't like the town was that big—

What was he going on about?

The brunet man lead him into the office and started to scold him. Once he figured out who exactly Gilbert was, he let him off lightly with a ban of a week or two—but that didn't matter. He had just ran into his first love. And she was fucking Roderich.

Life was funny wasn't it? Life was just a huge fucking joke that he wasn't part of and—

"Gil?" that voice was familiar but at the same time—why the fuck would the Canadian be here? He wasn't even drunk so he couldn't be crazy yet.

"…Mattie, what the fuck are you doing here?" he grabbed the smaller man and crushed him in a tight hug, "Ah, I would love to hang around and chat…but I've been ordered off the property for a week or so…wanna come and hang out?"

"What on earth did you do to get ordered to leave, Gil?" those violet eyes peered up at him, questioning, asking things he's rather not answer.

"Got in a fight with another customer," a voice said from behind, "I won't ask again—."

"I'm going! I'm going! Come with me, Mattie~" he sighed slightly, keeping an arm around Matthew's shoulders as he headed towards the door.

"Well…actually…Gil…I think I'm just going to stay here?" the blond wiggled free from his hold, "If you don't mind?"

"E-erm?" he was slightly shocked. This was Matthew, he didn't like to drink alone so—oh, he must be meeting somewhere here. And Gilbert would probably just be in the way. But it still hurt, this rejection.

Matthew laughed nervously, "I just…yeah. I'll see you around town? Me and Al are going to be here for a little bit…his injury you know…"

"Oh," Gilbert laughed in his odd way before shrugging, "If you say so, Mattie~see you around lil'brah!" and he headed out of the door.

What the fuck could he do now?

He went to another bar, closer to his house and got drunk. Then he walked home, slightly more sober.

It was around 2am. He was alone. He hated this mood he was in. he wanted to fuck, yet he was content to be alone. With his thoughts and yet—he could just see them. Walking out of the door in his head. And why wouldn't that image disappear?

And why was she with a fag like Roderich in the first place?

He didn't understand. He never would he figured. People just did whatever they wanted, took whoever they wanted and—fuck it all.

He wasn't drunk enough.

He stumbled into his basement apartment and opened up his secret stash. Sent a few rude emails to Francis and Antonio. Texted Matthias and Arthur for a bit—and somehow he passed out around his fifth and fifteen bottle.

The next morning he woke up and went on his blog as usual. First thing he saw was a post from that idiot Russian.

Russiankingofthistown: I might have done something stupid.

He reblogged it.

'You're always doing something, stupid'

Then Alfred or superstaramerican reblogged it from him adding:

'You're a stupid type guy, Ian'

then Ivan reblogged it saying:

'…that's not my name you ignorant American.'

He reblogged it again with:

'It kinda suits you Eyevan.'

Ivan reblogged it:

'I'm going to hurt you both. Slowly'

And then—Prussia noticed that some anon was bothering his American buddy through asks.

Like telling him that he had something that belonged to Al.

And then—the anon said that he had Mattie. And Gilbert froze up.

Because—Mattie? The same Mattie that had been drunk by himself last night? At a bar he hadn't been to before, in a city he's foreign to?

Something wasn't right.

He quickly did a back and forth with Alfred before they both realized—oh shit, neither of us know where this blond is!

He posted up a quick alert on his blog, hoping people would take him serious before heading out for that bar.

He got there and it was closed.

What else could he do?

So he called Alfred who was for some odd reason with Francis.

There's a story there, he thought to himself, but he made arrangements to meet up with Francis so they could begin truly searching for Matthew.

It was easy after all—to go missing in this city. Città Perduta.

AN: Fuck—page limits.

Oh well—to be continued. Oh-yeah, make sure to check out "I Want You To Stay" "Only For This Night" and "I Won't Tell You I Love You"

Can I maybe get feedback on the AusSwiss last chapter?