I know I made a lot of mistakes in early chapters. So here's the sum up of my mistakes and excuses/imporvisions I just came up with.

-Why is Russia/Ivan at the dodge ball game and the Pricipal of the Upper High school?
EXPLANATION!- The Ivan in the game is the pricipal's son, and the mother is dead.

-Upper Highschool?
EXPLANATION!- The highschool is spit in half. (9&10th in one building; 11&12th in the other) The building lie next to each other.

-Lars studying?
EXPLANATION!- He spends too much time smoking to care about his grades |D. At the lunch period, Mattie helped him with current homework. When Gil texted him, he was giving extra help in the bookstore ;w;

-WHAT TIME/SEASON/MONTH IS IT?
Explanation!- It's friday/saturday, in fall, about early October.

-WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BEAR? ;^;
Explanation~!- Gilbert left it at Francis's house... honest mistake... He swears...

I hope that was less confusing.

w00t! Decided to put more pairings in here!

-Assumed NethCan (which I find adorable~ -dodges bricks-)

-UsUK

-Spamano

-PruCan (duh XD)

-France x The World

-And whatever else you want (put it in a review ;w; )

KIDNAPPING TIME~! o3o

I apologize in advance for this sorry excuse of a chapter -hides in closet-


Gilbert raided Francis's fridge, eating anything sugary.

"Okay, Gilbert, you go over here. I will be set here. When you see an oppertunity, yell 'Cookies!' so it will confuse our victim. Honhonhonhon~!" Francis planned, poiting to a map of the mall, which was oh-so-conveintently a ten minute walking distance from his house.

"Kesesesese! Okay frenchie! When do we go?" Gilbert asked, wiggling in his seat , obviously on a sugar rush. Shhhh, don't tell Ludwig!

"Now, mon ami~!"

Francis dragged Gil away from his sugary food, and exited his apartment waving to the people whom lived in the same building with him trying to look inconspicuois.

Gilbert laughed and ran ahead of Francis, putting on one of Francis's fake mustaches. People on the streets gave Gilbert strange looks, and Francis told them that he was a troubled child, muttering under his breath about Gilbert eating too much sugar.


~MEANWHILE WITH...ummm... who?~


"What a loser!" Lars complained to Matthew, sitting at one of those table things inside bookstores(1).

"Gilbert's not a loser, Lars... he's just got a short attention span!" Matthew reasoned.

"That's no excuse to leaving you here though. He could have at least told you he was leaving." Lars picked up a children's book titled The Peek-a-Boo Bunny. Lars looked at the small book strangly before opening it and glancing through it. "S-so cute." he whispered to himself.

"It's a good enough excuse for me, and if you've got a problem with my decisions, then don't bother being friends with me." Matthew hissed and walked away.'I can't believe Lars would insult my friends!' Matthew thought angrily, pushing throught the crowds of the mall.

"AH HAHAHAHA~!" An obnoxious laugh broke through Matthew's train of angry thoughts. Matthew looked up and saw his brother running full speed at him. With a (manly) shriek, Matthew was knocked to the ground in a bone crushing hug. "Hey Mattie! Artie and decided to come and bring you home after an episode of Doctor Who~!"

"We did not, git. You dragged me out of my bloody house and forced me to follow you here into the mall." Arthur grumbled following after Alfred, blushing in embarassment.

"Aww~! You know you love me, babe!" Alfred grinned getting off of Matthew and jumping on Arthur instead, whom flushed a darker red and struggled out of Alfred's iron grip.

Matthew got up and slowly slinked away from Alfred and his boyfriend, desperate to get away from his brother. He exited the mall through the giant revolving doors that Alfred like to run in, and shuffled his hoodie higher up on his neck as a cold breeze flew past. Matthew steadily headed down the sidewalk making his way to the park, a place where he would go to clear his thoughts.


~MEANWHILE WITH AWESOME~


"Kesesese~! Come on Frenchie! Let's hurry before Mattie leaves!" Gilbert yelled over his shoulder, running to the entrance of the mall. An ahoge that stood above the crowds caught his attention. "Hey Al!"

"Huh? Oh, hey Saurkracht! What'cha need? And why do you have a mustache?" Alfred asked turning to Gilbert instead of rubbing his face on Arthur's neck.

"Disguise. Do you know where Mattie is?" Gilbert's red eyes darted through the large crowed halls of the mall.

"Try the bookstore... if he's not there, you can see if he's at the old park." Alfred suggested, " Oh, and if you find him, you might want to make him aggrivated, he looked pretty pissed before I gave him a hero hug." And with that, Alfred tugged Arthur to a resturaunt to eat.

"Gilbert, you musn't keep running away. I'm too beautiful to sweat." Francis panted, coming up behind Gilbert, but Gil took off again headed to the bookstore. "Gillllll! Attendez-vous!"

'Kesesese~! Slow Frenchie!' Gilbert thought, weaving and pushing through the intense mass of bodies. He easily slipped into the bookstore and immediately started seaching for his 'little bird'. Seeing that Mattie wasn't inside the store, Gilbert left and started off to the nearest park.

"Gilbert! Please, attendez-vous!" Francis yelled, struggling to keep pace with his white haired, red eyed, mustached friend.

Gilbert chose to ignore his best friend's words and continued to run toward the old playground at full speed. Turning at the corner, Gilbert crashed into some guy who was wearing a black hoodie and ripped up jeans. The man swore and pulled the hood off of his head.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing!" The man swore, his blue eyes glaring at the albino.

"Sorry, but I gotta go!" Gil apoligized, and ran off.

"Stupid kid." The man slipped back on his hood, continuing to walk down the sidewalk.

Gilbert looked ahead, his eyes gleaming with sparkles as he came in sight with Matthew's gravity defying(2) curl from inside the gates of the old park.

Matthew was sitting on a creaky swing, swishing back and forth, with his head faced down and staring intently at the gound.

Gil slowly crept behind the trees, trying to be inconspicuous.

Treading directly behind Matthew, Gilbert threw out his arms, wrapping the smaller Canadain into a backwards hug.

"Cookies." Gilbert said in a gruff voice, which smouthered his accent perfectly.


~CANADIA. LET'S GOOOOO!~


MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE. MAPLE.

SOMEONE'S RAPING ME. MAPLE.

SCREAM AND RUN.

YEAH.

MAPLE.

MATT JUST RUN.

Matthew let out a (manly) scream, and his body convulsed out of Gilberts grip. He shot out of Gilbert's reach and took off toward the trees, where he figured he'd be safe from the said deep voiced rapist.

MAPLE. HE'S GOING TO FOLLOW YOU MATT. JUST KEEP RUNNING.

RUN HOME.

ALL THE WAY HOME.

MAPLE HOCKEY.

Matthew hid behind a tree and caught his breath, recovering from his small panic attack.

A twig snapped in front of the tree that Matthew was hiding behind. Silent tears made its way to Matthew's cheeks, as he held his breath.

MAPLE HOCKEY CN TOWER. THIS IS THE END. I DIDN'T EVEN FINISH MY HISTORY PROJECT.

A hand shot out and covered Matthew's mouth to prevent the scream that he was going to let out.

"Hey, Birdie why are you crying?" Gilbert looked at the smaller boy in confusion.

"! I. THOUGHT. YOU. WERE. A. RAPIST." Matthew wrapped his arms around Gilbert's neck, smooshed his face into the crook of his neck, and started to sob heavily.

"Kesesese! Why would I be a rapist? I'm too awesome to be a cimminal!" Gilbert laughed and sunk to the ground, hugging the small Canadian in his lap.

Matthew let out a few more sobs before calming down a bit and looked up at Gilbert with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry Gil..." he got up out of Gil's lap and insecurly looked at his feet.

"Well, I have to say, that was the first time some one truly thought I was a rapist." Gilbert laughed, standing up and draping an arm around the petite boi.

Matthew blushed. "That's not funny Gil!" He pushed his fist into Gilbert's chest and pouted.

"Ja, it is~!" Gilbert sang before getting puched weakly in the stomach. Smirking to himself, he dropped to his knees, and groaned in mock pain.

"OMAIGAWSHGILBIE. Did I hurt you?" Matthew crouched down to Gilbert's level, "I'm so sorry, I'll do whatever you want me to just don't hurt me back-"

Matthew's rant was cut short by a pair of lips crushing into his.

"Onhonhonhonhonhon~~~~~~~~!"

ON A RANDOM SUBJECT,

ISORTALIKETHEPAIRINGGERCAN -ducks random objects being thrown- OH GOSH. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME.

(1)- Some bookstores have tables and benched in them. Mattie was in one of those.
(2)- Did anyone else get the song "Defying Gravity" in their head? (From the most awesome play ever...
Wicked 8D)

TRANSLATIONS (THEY AREN'T ACCURATE. I BLAME GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

French~!
Attendez-vous! - Wait Up!

BWAHAHAHA. CLIFFHANGERS.

QUESTIONS.

1. What gender do you think I am? owo;
2. I might change my screen name... do you think I should? (It would be
Sleepy Hedgehog)
3. How does a wood chuck chuck, if a wood chuck could chuck wood?
4. Pairings? Suggestions?

IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN INFORMED, TOMORROW IS A BLACK OUT. DON'T COME HERE, DON'T LOG ON, DON'T READ ANYTHING, DON'T DO ANYTHING. ENTERTAIN YOURSELVES BY WATCHING A 4 HOUR MOVIE OVER AND OVER. THAT IS ALL.

SEE YA BROSKI'S 8D