Hey alls! So I know I'm supposed to be working on Storyteller right now so I can hurry up and put it on hold for real, but this kind of was sitting around and I figured I might as well post it. This is supposed to be a two-shot but if I get any kind of motivation to continue, I shall.
Teachers are stupid.
Every student knows this.
Especially students in a math class.
Especially students in a math class that are named Gilbert.
Especially students in a math class that are named Gilbert that are staring at cute little blond Canadians two desks away and one desk in front of him. He chose that seat today. He chose it just so he could stare without getting looks from the students around him. He knew that he already got looks for being crazy hot, albino, Prussian, and frikin awesome, but he didn't need to be seen as a stalker! He'd never get good attention from Matthew then! You know, if he ever even realized that Gil was watching him.
Mattie glanced over slightly to find that the crimson eyes were still on him and blushed lightly. Why was he staring? Did he think he was Alfred? Did he have some kind of problem with Matthew's brother? Had he taken the other's seat? Mattie shook his head a little, and looked back to the front of the class, feeling the burning gaze on the back of his head.
Gil sat there quietly for a little while then started rolling up little pieces of paper and tossing them over at the younger's desk, looking away quickly if it even seemed like Mattie would glimpse over at him. He didn't know why he was doing it, he just- he wanted attention from the Canadian okay?
Matthew kept trying to pay attention to the teacher but as the Prussian kept throwing papers, he was finding it harder and harder to focus. Why was he throwing stuff? Were they supposed to be aimed at Alfred?
"Make sure to do pages 234 through 240 for homework. And remember the test this Friday. You are dismissed." The teacher sat back down at his desk.
Gilbert stood and laughed at a joke his Spanish friend cracked the moment before, but when he glanced over to the little Canadian again, he saw the other bolting out the door. "Mon ami." Francis gave him a look. "What exactly are you doing to mon cousin?" The three traveled out of the classroom and started making their way to the next one.
The Prussian shrugged. "What? I wasn't doing anything. There's nothing to do in that class."
Francis's eyebrows rose. "Uh huh. You were tossing paper at Matthew all class."
"Was not!" Antonio brushed a few pieces of paper from the front of his shirt, he wasn't exactly sure who they were talking about but if his buddy was paying attention to someone other than himself… well. "Okay, yeah, what of it?" It embarrassing to have been caught.
"Are you trying to hurt him?" Gilbert opened his mouth to protest but Francis interrupted with a smirk. "Or get his attention?"
"What!? Why would I hurt him? I… Forget it." He started walking faster.
That couldn't have stopped either of them, both grinning wide at the Prussian, only receiving more information to pester him. "Amigo, do you like him?" It was easy to be childish around Gilbert, mostly because he acted so much like a child on a regular basis.
There was no response and the Frenchman gasped. "You do!" Sacre bleu! Gilbert had a crush! His best friend had an attraction to his petit cousin; he could become one of the family! Oh dear, what would their children look like?!
And during Francis's inner ramblings, Gil spun around. "SHHHH! Would you be quiet!" He wasn't one to hide things, from his best buddies especially when it came to who he liked. Not to say that he did! Cause he didn't! Especially not on adorable, blond, sweet, violet eyed… Damn it. Not again! Okay, so maybe he found Mattie crazy cute and he may have a slight weakness for cute things but it wasn't much more than that! Only like… a litt-… crazy amount of want.
"So you admit it!" Toni laughed. What happened to 'too awesome for stupid crushes'?
Gil hesitated, "Well… Yeah." He couldn't hide it forever. Especially when he had a sinking suspicion they only wanted him to admit it so they could be proved right. Stupidly awesome best friends they were.
Francis grinned wider. This was great news! "What is your plan?"
"I don't need a plan!" He said triumphantly. "How can anyone not like the awesome me? I don't need a plan…" He was grinning but to his best buddies, it was obvious that he was really only trying to convince himself.
The Canadian walked by, trying to avoid Gilbert's eyes, he saw the younger and grinned, showing his usual amount of bravado, inciting a blush upon Mattie's cheeks as he sped up. Francis poked the Prussian. "Don't you-? Oh you don't, do you?" He laughed at the confusion on his friend's face. "Oh that's good." How could he not see the younger's reaction? How could he not tell? Even if Gil wasn't the master of l'amour, as Francis was, it was quite easy to read.
Gilbert blinked. "What?" he demanded. What could this Frenchy know?
Francis was malicious, as much as he wanted the two together; he wouldn't pass up on the opportunity to mess with Gilbert's head a bit first. "No, mon ami, I think I shall let you figure this one out for yourself."
"I hate you."
They walked into the International relations class, poking and pushing each other. Both laughing and throwing half-hearted insults at any flaw they could afford to attack. They had lost Tonio about halfway through the hallway to an angry looking Italian from the year below them; he yelled something in rapid Italian, red in the face, making the Spaniard coo and off went the 'happy' couple.
They saw Matthew already sitting in his seat, far in the back, all alone, the way it always was. Francis nudged him in that direction and plopped down in the seat next to his favorite Englishman. A bushy browed Brit named Arthur who took this as a personal insult, grumbling and cursing the Frenchman, then squeaking indignantly when Francis leaned over to molest the other's neck. Mostly to get him to shut up, but also cause he liked to see his 'petit lapin' blush. Notice how he doesn't really protest? Yes, this is Brit-with-a-Frog brand love. Anyways!
Gilbert took a breath and headed up the small steps in the amphitheater-like classroom, smiling and plopping down in a seat next to the blond, who was doodling a little white polar bear in his notebook. "Looks awesome." Gil knew that the Canadian enjoyed drawing, but not enough to go into an art class. No he hadn't eavesdropped! He just managed to overhear when Mattie mentioned it to his friend Lovino.
You know, if someone can be friends with that angry Italian without being patient beyond all- 'Oh…', Gil got it. It made a lot more sense now that he thought about it that way. Though it seemed that they never hung out socially. Just at school. Or at least that's what Tonio told him. He hadn't been fishing for info or anything!
Even though his inner monologue was very prominent in his mind, he was still waiting on the Canadian, though there was no response; Mattie wasn't used to people acknowledging him. Especially not people he had a major crush on. Gilbert didn't realize anything of the sort, thinking that Mattie was ignoring his awesome presence. He didn't realize that Matthew really didn't talk with many people, certainly not with what was one of the coolest guys in the school.
Mattie glanced over at him. "Why did you sit here?" It wasn't supposed to come out of his mouth but sometimes he just kind of forgot that he was speaking, it wasn't like people noticed when he did anyway. He wasn't even really expecting an answer; most in the school ignored him until he had either of his brothers around. Or if Lovino was yelling at him about something 'The Tomato Bastard' had done.
"Hmm?" The blond was talking to him? Awesome! Mattie was totally in love with him and they could ride off into the sunset and raise ponies and bears on a ranch in Germany! Gilbert shook his head a little, mentally, it was time to focus! Curse his overactive, awesome brain! "Because it's an awesome seat!" He meant because the Canadian was there but how cheesy was that? Unawesomely cheesy. And Gilbert didn't do unawesome. It would go against everything he was!
"Oh." So was this Gilbert's usual oddness or was it his usual seat? Mattie generally sat on the other side of the room but a bigger Russian had nearly sat on him today and he had scampered off to the opposite corner to escape the creepy aura around him. The Russian, Ivan, Mattie remembered, had noticed him a couple times before but it was always accompanied by a scary smile and an even scarier question that Matthew could barely understand through the heavy accent. "We become one, da?" It wasn't as much of a question as an instruction. And that was way beyond Matthew's comfort zone.
The teacher started giving out instructions for the day and they had to be quiet as she rambled on and on about what was, according to Gil, complete crap until something she said something that pricked at his ears. "So this following week you will be working with a partner in order to create a presentation on this book due on Monday."
Mattie sighed silently, eyes downcast. Teacher's kind of sucked. He knew he would be working alone on this one. The teacher never noticed anyway so in a way it was… okay. He wouldn't have to present in front of the class like everyone else.
Gil grinned wide, thank you teachers! "Guess I don't have far to go." He turned his happy eyes towards the shy teen.
At first Mattie wasn't sure if he should respond but the expectant look confused him. "What do you mean?"
"You're gonna be my awesome partner!"
"Yeah." His grin held. "Why not?" The Canadian couldn't think of any reason so he shrugged a little. "Awesome, so wanna meet later to start planning?"
"Okay." He was a little unsure. What if he thought he was partnering with Alfred? What if he found out that Mattie liked him? What if it creeped him out?
But none of that didn't register with Gil. "Awesome. I'll see you out front after school gets out?" Mattie nodded as the bell rang and quickly escaped from the room, confusing the Prussian. "Why does he always do that?"
"Come along mon ami it is lunch time." Gilbert smiled up at the Frenchman and they made their way to the cafeteria. The Prussian's eyes found Mattie alone at a back table. "So, Gilbert, you aren't sitting with us today are you?"
"Nope." He flashed another grin at his buddies at the table they approached and headed off towards the nearly empty table. "Hi Mattie!" He dropped down into the seat across from the smaller teen.
Matthew looked up, surprised. "Oh. Hi, Gilbert right?" Mattie knew. He knew incredibly well who Gil was but he had heard that if you acted more like you weren't interested that it was better? Maybe? Was that right? Oh no! That wasn't right! Right?
"The one and only awesomeness!" How could Mattie not know who he was?! He was Gilbert Bielshmidt! He was the awesomest guy in the world! But when the Canadian smiled at him softly it was all okay again. Gil pulled out his sack lunch, digging in happily, and watching as Mattie brought out his own.
"Hey Gilbert, if I ask you a question, will you be totally honest?"
"Of course! The awesome me doesn't lie! That would be unawesome."
Matthew hesitated for a second. "Why are you talking to me?"
It didn't faze Gil. "Am I not supposed to?" It was curious, why a boy who was alone would be worried about others trying to get close.
"Well it's just-.. No one does. Except for my brothers." Gil knew the two older brothers and was quite friendly with both. Both were quite popular, one was a senior with gravity defying spikey hair that was a reliable guest at parties with his surly Norwegian boyfriend. The other was a really annoying jock, similarly blond and a constant at parties, but he was a huge videogame nerd. They were buddies with Gil, when it suited them.
"Well I-… We're gonna be working together right? So why not get to know each other better? I know you want to know about the awesome me!"
"Which leads me to another question. Why did you want me as a partner?" It didn't make any sense. Mattie made good grades but nothing extremely spectacular. He had heard that the 'Prussian' made average grades, nothing terrible that would need someone super smart to help him.
"Because I know you'll make an awesome one!" Well Gil didn't really know that for sure but if he had Mattie as his partner, it would all be awesome. With this in mind, his cocky grin returned.
Matthew smiled back shyly. "Oh." He couldn't help it, Gilbert's energy just made him smile. Plus that grin made his heart flutter around in his chest, especially since it was directed right at him.
"So my awesome partner, where do you think we should plan our project?"
The blond thought for a moment. He could only think of one place but it would work. "We can go to my house?"
Go to Birdie's house? Awesome! Gil couldn't let this chance pass! Wait, the adorable blond was waiting for a response. What was the question again? Oh right! "Sounds awesome." That's right Gilbert, you're awesome. Play it cool.
Matthew bit his lip a little before continuing. Gil had to make sure he was paying extra attention, just those lips were distracting enough without color rushing to them, making them extra kissable. "I will warn you, my brother Mathias, you know him right?" Gil nodded, of course he knew Mathias. That was the eldest of the siblings, the real crazy guy. He was constantly smiling, laughing and damn if he couldn't knock back drinks like a pro. "Well he and his boyfriend Nikolas, fight a lot. Loudly."
This barely perturbed Gil, one, that couple nearly always fought, two, yelling wasn't exactly uncommon to him. "I'm not worried about that. West yells at me all the time."
"West?" Was West a person?
"My younger brother, you may know him. Big scary blond guy who looks like a narc? Yells a lot in a heavy German accent? Constantly has a little Italian hanging on his arm?"
"Oh, Ludwig, right?" Wait, he wasn't supposed to even know who Gil really was! How would he explain how he knew who Ludwig was? Hold it! He was friends with Lovino! Perfect! Everyone knew how much Lovino hated the younger of the Bielshmidt brothers. "Uh, why does he yell at you?"
Gilbert chuckled. "It depends. Not wanting to help clean, do my work, playing music too loud...the usual." The bell signaling the end of lunch made the Canadian jump a little, gathering his things as quickly as possible and nearly running off to his next class.
A French accented voice floated towards Gil's ears. "And the German is left behind, wondering what he could do to woo his potential lover."
"Shut it. And it's Prussian."
An arm wrapped around his shoulders as they walked to class. "The boy is shy!" The Frenchman seemed to mutter something under his breath, rolling his eyes, but the Prussian caught one word.
"What was that about a club?" A grin appeared back on the albino's lips.
Francis shook his head, a look of mock pity upon his face. "Non, non, you would not like it... It's very flashy, loud music, the dancing is more grinding than anything... Definitely not your style." His small smile grew much bigger, knowing he had nicked the other's interest.
No more pushing was required. "Tell me more." He was hooked.
"If you come by my place tonight we can go... I do warn you mon ami, the bartender is very lax, there is a lot of underage drinking." Oh he had Gil right where he wanted him. "About eleven or so? That should be late enough that you would have enough time to get ready."
"Awesome. We should be done by then." This breached the Frenchman's own interest.
Gil nodded. "I'm going over to Mattie's to plan our project after school."
Francis's grin turned smirk. Oh now this was progress from this morning. "Ooo~~" He paused to make sure his sing-songy voice was ready. "Gilly has a date~ Gilly has a date~!"
'Gilly' bristled. "Nuh-uh! I do not! We're just working on a project!" He glared a little at the Frenchman. Anyone could have heard that! It wasn't like he didn't plan to announce it to the world eventually, it's just that if someone heard and mentioned it to either of Mattie's brothers… Well. He wanted a chance to ask the Canadian out without those two breathing down his neck. He had heard rumors about how protective they were of each other.
Francis huffed. "Fine. I will see you tonight, oui?" Gil nodded and they went their separate ways.
He wondered what might happen when he went to the blond's house, and maybe if he asked, if Mattie would go out with him that night to the club. Nah, Mattie wasn't that kind of guy. He was quiet. He didn't go to parties. Gil knew that for a fact. He had searched for him a lot while at parties. And according to his drunken twin, Mattie didn't go out much at all.
When he strolled into the slowly filling classroom he didn't expect to see Mattie there. How had he not realized that they shared this class? He looked up at the whiteboard, telling him of a class merge for a while and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't forgotten about Mattie like everyone else. Speaking of, there was the little Canadian, doodling again in his notebook.
He was about to ask the blond something when the teacher's nasally voice interrupted him and pushed him into his seat, plus the constant talking was keeping him from engaging the smaller teen in conversation.
It was like this the entire period. And the entire next period, that he didn't have with Birdie. He was just thankful when the day was finally done and he could get to his study dat- session with Mattie.
"Not to be rude," The Canadian started, choosing his words carefully. "but you don't really know me."
They were heading out of the entrance and to the cars. "Well now's the time to get to know me then! I'm the most awesome person ever! That's all you need to know!" His smiles were infectious. The best contagion Mattie had ever encountered.
"I'm sure I could learn more. Like for starters, what's your favorite color?" He was curious and had his suspicions but it would be better to ask.
"Black or silver. Definitely."
Mattie nodded, he had figured as much, seeing as it was a constant in the Prussian's wardrobe. "Favorite food?"
"Awesome German food!"
The Canadian laughed a little, causing a triumphant smile to appear on Gil's face. Wow he had a great laugh. How come he didn't laugh more? "Do you like dancing?"
"Yeah!" He remembered his question about the club. "Do you?" Mattie nodded. Perfect! He could come with them! You know, if he wanted to go out to a club… Would he? "Would you...Are you busy later tonight?" It would definitely be an awesome date!
The blond thought a moment, he did want to do something with Gil, he did, but he had things planned. "Actually yeah, why?"
Gil's face fell but he hid it pretty well. "Oh, ehh- never mind then."
He looked over at the albino. "You sure?" Gilbert just gave him a smile and a nod. They were right next to the parking area. "So I usually get a ride with Al but if you drove-"
"Car's over here." Gil grinned. He had a pretty great car. Black, sleek, purred when it was on. He loved this car.
Mattie was a little cautious, but got in. "Do you have GPS or will instructions do?" Gil turned on the car, the console lighting up.
"GPS works fine." Mattie plugged in his address and the robotic female voice started ordering Gil around. "So who all is gonna be at your house?"
Mattie thought a moment. "Well my parents are away on a business trip. So that leaves Al, Mathias, and us. Mathias will have dragged Nikolas over, or they're at his house. Al may have Kiku or Arthur over. Berwald or Francis might be there too. Maybe Tino and Erik if it's a busy day."
Gil cocked his head to the side, keeping his eyes on the road. "Why would Francis be there?"
"He's my cousin. Didn't you know? I thought you two were pretty good friends."
Oh that's right! They were kinda close weren't they? Huh. "He may have mentioned it but I had forgotten."
Mattie didn't say anything for a few minutes, trying not to wince at that word. 'Forgotten'. Kinda summed up the blond in a nutshell didn't it? They pulled up at a house. The front yard was perfectly clipped, the flowers all perfectly bright. All in all, a manor. It was huge! "Uh.. Nice house Mattie. It's.. big."
The Canadian shrugged embarrassedly and got out with Gil. "Sorry, should have warned you. Mom and Dad are these crazy bigwigs that like buying and selling companies." He led them up the steps and inside, it was prettier inside and Gilbert was almost worried that he'd get something dirty. Mattie didn't seem to care though, kicking his shoes into a corner, signaling the Prussian to do the same. As they walked up onto the stairs a lithe, blond figure stomped past, the curl on the side of his head bobbing as he went.
"Hey Nik." The Canadian was used to this and looked back at the confused albino. "Mathias is in trouble."
As if on cue, the Dane appeared in their vision, chasing after the angry Norwegian, nearly falling down the stairs, which, according to all of the scuff marks and rips in the carpet, had happened a lot before. "Oh come on Niko! I said I was sorry babe! How was I supposed to know that you would get upset?!"
The two watched the couple, Nikolas was approaching the door swiftly, throwing it open with a bang. "Goodbye Mathias!" the eldest brother went after him still, even slamming the door behind them.
Mattie shrugged and started up again. "Well that was surprisingly tame. Usually Mathias gets slapped." He listened for anything in the house. "Al?! Are you home?"
The sounds of something exploding accompanied the reply. "In the game room!"
"Okay, we'll be in my room!" Mattie grabbed Gilbert's hand and took him to his room.
It was a lot like Gil suspected but the hockey posters and trophies and jerseys were a little unexpected. "Nice room." They still hadn't dropped the other's hold and Gil smiled more. Mattie had loosened his grip just enough so that if Gil wanted to let go he could. But he didn't, instead he tightened his grip.
"So where should we start?" It took them three hours to work on the proposal and then another half an hour of prep-work. Matthew tried hard not to blush every time they got too close but he wasn't always too successful.
Birdie looked up from his position on the floor. "So what time do you have to get going?"
"I need to be at Francis's by 11 so I'll leave an hour or two before that at the latest."
The scents of cooking onions and garlic wafted through the house. "I think dinner is almost ready if you want to stay."
Gil smiled. "Sure." He stood and stretched as did the Canadian, who then led him down to the kitchen where his two brothers and a disgruntled Nikolas were talking. Well the brothers were. Nikolas didn't talk much in general when it came to those outside of his family.
"Yo! Gil! So you were the one who was over!" It was like Al had to nearly yell, all the time.
Gilbert nodded and the two high-fived, grinning wide. Mathias was busy in the kitchen and Nikolas was leaning against the counter, making sure not even to glance at the Dane he was currently mad at.
"Hey Al, Niko, Mathias." The brothers made their hellos to each other, smiling warmly at family.
Mattie and Gil hopped into the seats next to the counter and the Prussian gave the Norwegian beauty a look. "So what has you upset with him?" He made a gesture to the cook, mentally trying to figure out how the two got together with such clashing personalities. With such constant arguments. With such…
Nikolas turned his head towards the albino. "He's an idiot."
Mathias rolled his eyes, lips set in a hard line. "He's upset with me and making a mountain out of a mole hill... Again." His tone was bitter.
Mattie put a hand on is arm gently. "Gil, it's better that you don't ask. Trust me."
A glare finally reached the Danish born teen while Gilbert tried to make heads and tails of the situation. "Okay then."
Mathias smiled at the group, strained. "Get to the table, all of you."
Dinner was surprisingly good and while Gilbert sat in his seat across from the Canadian, he learned of the way that things worked in their house. Mathias would cook dinner every night for all who showed up that night, unless their nearly absent parents were home for once. Then the cook that had been hired to take care of the children would be invited to come back until the adults left again. It was easier to spend a little time together while they could. Though those homecomings were few and far between. Especially in recent times.
Gil learned that Alfred, a self-proclaimed playboy, was completely enamored with his Japanese friend Kiku, who had no idea that he was feeling this way. Of course, Al never said anything out loud but he talked about Kiku like Gil talked about Mattie.
He also found out how easy it was to make his favorite blond blush deep reds and he loved it. His wolfish grin was unceasing, and as a result, so was the crimson staining the Canadian's cheeks.
Alfred nudged his older brother, noticing what was going down in front of his eyes. "Hey Mat, you seeing what I'm seeing?"
Mathias nodded slowly, taking the scene in. "Mhmm."
"Guess we'll have to discuss this with him later."
"Oh, yes. We will."
Among the others seated, only the Norwegian understood, the lovebirds being completely oblivious to what the older brothers were talking about.
Dinner was soon over and the Dane gave a smile to his youngest sibling. "Hey, Little Mattie, can you grab the dishes?"
"I'll help." Nikolas stood with the Canadian and they gathered all plates and servers, bustling into the kitchen as Alfred and Mathias's gazes landed on the albino.
"So, Gil, lets chat."
That tone was not promising good outcomes for Gilbert. "Okay man."
Alfred's eyes narrowed. "We've noticed the way you've been looking at our brother." Mathias's usually bright smile had transformed into a hard line. "There's not much time so we'll make this quick. You make one wrong move and you won't be allowed near him."
The eldest brother's stare sparked with malicious bloodlust. "You hurt him in any way, shape or form, and we will end you in the slowest most painful way possible. You touch him without his express consent I will personally cut all of your appendages off. One. By. One."
"So we have a clear understanding now right man?" Alfred was a pretty cheery guy but the smile gracing his lips was dark and promising.
Gil, who had never had to deal with overprotective older brothers before, nodded rapidly, eyes wide with fear that he tried to mask as much as possible. Gilbert was an awesome dude right now, no doubt, but he wanted to live to be an older awesome guy too. "You...you know...maybe it was time I left for tonight."
Right then Mattie, who was oblivious to his sibling's intimidation, walked in, drying his hands on a smaller towel. "Oh are you heading out?"
The Prussian grinned at his Canadian, so glad he had arrived but he really needed to go before the others decided they weren't gonna let him leave. "Yeah. Gotta make sure I'm ready to head to Francis's."
Mattie nodded and bit his lip a little, completely distracting Gilbert from his path to leave, and after a minute, "Well it was fun today. I'll see you at school Monday?" he was so cute!
Gil gave him a real smile, grabbed his things and walked to the door with the Canadian beauty. "See ya Birdie." He waved at the others inside and left, closing the door quickly behind him was Matthew.
It wasn't even a few seconds when a sigh of contentment escaped the Canadian's lips.
Alfred grinned at his younger twin. "Soooo Mattie has a little crush~." He kept his tone light and teasing and the Norwegian teen walked into the room, nodding.
Mattie spluttered. "I do not!"
Mathias grinned wide from his seat. "Little bro, let me tell you something... You so do!"
The American's laugh erupted in the room. "Yeah man! Don't hide it! You're acting like Nik did!"
A glare was sent towards the middle child. "I wasn't like that." Nikolas wasn't like that. He was mean and rude and tried everything he could to deny the Dane until he finally gave in to all of the pleading and puppy eyes.
"Al, don't be silly. He's acting like I did." Mathias was much less subtle about his affection for the Norwegian.
Matthew's eyes widened. "Merde! Merde! Merde! He knows! I must have looked like an Idiot!" If he was acting like Mathias then there was no way Gilbert didn't know!
Alfred placed a hand on his arm, smiling reassuringly. "Bro, calm down. He doesn't know and you were fine."
They couldn't calm Mattie down completely until a thought came into the eldest's head. "Hey, you know what'll cheer you up?"
"It's your night to go out." Mattie visibly brightened. See every week, the brothers each had a day that they would be allowed out until whenever doing whatever they wanted. Mattie's day was Friday, Alfred was Saturday and Mathias was any day he wanted to. Usually any day a party was going on.
"Go get ready and have fun man. Just be careful like always"
The Canadian smiled at his twin. "Duh." And he rushed up the stairs to prepare.
The older brothers chatted a little until Nikolas decided to leave. "Goodnight Mathias."
Mathias went up behind him and wrapped strong arms around the small waist. "Actually, I was thinking we could go somewhere and talk. You know solve our problems like a real couple."
Nikolas was silent for a minute, the only noise coming from upstairs as the youngest scrambled around his room. "Fine." Mathias smiled and led his lover out, keeping an arm around him, holding him close. The Dane might act like a jerk sometimes, he may be an idiot, but he truly did love Nikolas.
Alfred walked up to his twin's room. "Want me to drive you out there Mattie?"
He could hear the smile in Matthew's voice. "If you want. I don't know why you always cart me around though, I can drive."
Al grinned. "Because I have the coolest ride ever and you know you love it! Besides, what's wrong in wanting to hang with my bro and making sure he's safe?"
A laugh came ringing through the door. "There's nothing wrong with it and yes your car is pretty cool." Matthew came out of the room. "Now I want you to be honest, how do I look?" He was wearing tight, black skinny jeans covered in splashes of glow in the dark paint (from raves and parties) and a close fitting, red V-neck, showing off his pale skin. His glasses were gone, replaced by contacts to show off his violet eyes, and black shoes that were easy to dance in completed his outfit. "And don't you dare lie."
Alfred grinned. His little bro had style, even if he didn't show it at school. "Like you're ready to go."
"Good. That's exactly what I'm going for. Now my good sir, I do believe you were offering me a ride?" Mattie smiled at the American. They were twins but they had been born on the border between America and Canada. Their parents had decided to choose a citizenship for each of them. And so Mattie was Canadian and Alfred was American. It was odd, but why not?
"Right this way dear brother." Alfred laughed and linked arms with the other blond, leading the way.
"Awww 'dear' brother? I had no idea you cared so much." They poked fun back and forth as they walked to the car, Al opening the passenger door with a flourish.
"Just get in the car." The American's usual smile was still firmly planted upon his face.
He hopped in, Alfred quickly getting in the driver's seat and zooming out. "You know which one
picked for this week right?" Mattie had his regulars, but he was going to a new place. It had just opened up a couple months ago.
"I think so, Francis was talking to me about it too."
That confused Mattie. "Huh. Odd. I know Francis likes clubs but I didn't expect him to like Rave." The Frenchman was all for dancing, grinding, and clubs but he and Matthew disagreed on which ones were the type to go to.
They didn't live too far from this one and arrived after only a brief period of time. 'Well Francis is...well Francis. Have fun though!"
"Thanks. I'll call if I can't find Lovino tonight." He got out and walked straight to the doorman, a Cuban man he got along with, nodded to him and was let in, immediately going to the lax bartender.
"Mon ami! Are you done yet?!" Francis was getting impatient. How long could the albino take?
Gilbert rolled his eyes as he left the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah." Francis had dressed him up in some artfully ripped dark grey jeans and a button-up white, short-sleeved shirt, the black design of the Prussian eagle on the back.
"Very nice, I'm sure the girls and boys will be falling all over you now let us go!" If they didn't leave now then his petit cousin might get snatched up by someone other than his Prussian friend!
Francis dragged Gil to his car and nearly threw him in. "What's the rush?"
The Frenchy refused to meet his eyes as he jumped into his car and started driving. They had to get there! "No reason. I just want to arrive as soon as possible."
"You got someone waiting for you or something?"
"In a way. Oui. I am just hoping they have not left yet... Though it is still quite early. Je ne sais pas." He shrugged, knowing his friend wouldn't understand a lick of what was said. "And who knows, perhaps this will move your mind from Mathieu for a while."
"What's wrong with thinking about him?"
Francis shook his head as they pulled up. "Nothing! you are just a bit stressed out lately." They parked and got out, heading straight to the bouncer, much like Matthew had done before them, but as neither Francis nor Gilbert were very friendly with the Cuban and so a bribe was in order. One that Francis paid easily.
Gilbert looked around at the club, grinning as he did so. "Nice place!" He had to shout to be heard over the pounding beat.
Francis nodded. "Yeah, sure." He spotted something on the dance floor and smirked. "Gilbert I'm going to grab some drinks, why don't you dance, I'm sure you want to. And yes I will specifically say German beer." France went to the bar.
"Awesome! " Gilbert's eyes scanned the crowd as he walked into the mass of people. He saw a familiar blond's body and froze. The boy was swaying his hips like a pro, moving every muscle in his body to the beat of the music, an unfamiliar smirk danced across the boy's lips, and Gil would be damned if his collar didn't get a little hotter at that. Especially when violet eyes locked upon his own, teasing him, taunting him with something he'd have to come get. To steal away from the partner the boy was currently moving with. "That can't be..."
A/N: Hi again! So this is the first half of this new mini story! What do you guys think? Leave your creative comments in the review box below if you'd be so very kind~. Again for those who didn't read the bold at the top, this is gonna be a two-shot until further notice. Also, a shout out to a Steampunk opera that helped me write this silly thing. Please check out 'The Dolls Of New Albion'. It's crazy good, but you cannot find it on youtube, go to google or bing and search the name or Mocha Lab.
Lots of love!