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[PruCan] Chapter 12: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/51804982
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ But it is not formatted as well as the AO3 version.
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: High gone bad. Unwanted touching (just mentions but slightly uncomfortable) Crowds & Depiction of a Panic Attack
In the past, the William-Jones family was a well-to-do, well adjusted and highly successful suburban family. Or at least economically and socially successful- if anyone asked Alfred he would quote their strength of prosperity came exceedingly cursed in terms of emotional wealth. In the most accurate and blunt possible turn of phrase: they were incompatible. Their french woman was an ‘aloof’ type more keen on decorating her doll and darling little boys, rather than acknowledging her arranged marriage to a work-obsessed brit. He could recall the loving pats he would get and Matthew and him sitting on a Saturday morning in a sunroom conservatory of their house in Surrey, England with their mother combing his ruthless cowlicks away; their father would be incessantly jabbering on the phone- something along the lines of investments and long term fail safes. They were 6 when they last saw that old house and it’s growing vines and English charm- his mother had decided to drag them to Canada, and despite the failed boutique business venture in Montreal, she had a trust fund large enough to keep them located there without work- obviously not enough to keep their father interested, Harry always was hard to please. He remembered the arguments that plagued the stairwell, the shouting they thought wasn’t audible through the twin’s bedroom walls.
Harry was quick to file divorce the moment he got a venture in the USA. Turns out it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been arranged married to a woman once her family no longer pulls strings. Alfred went with dad. At least he was still dad back then- Alfred feels remorse when he does hear the word ‘Father’ tumble out Matthew’s mouth as if he was being scolded again. He remembers Matthew staying with mama, her pretty nails and thin arms wrapping around his brother as they said goodbye.
Bad signal phone calls and some Summer camps were the only thing that kept the two siblings in contact, that and the occasional visit when dad couldn’t be arsed to deal with Al’s pestering. Prodigy of the academics, and exceeding in sports was the only way to get dad to put his phone down. He remembered Matthew on the phone complaining mama trying to bar him from hockey, or lamenting that mother didn’t see art as more than a hobby. So different huh? Matthew called a lot. Still close despite the distance. At least not till high school, if only Alfred had shut his mouth, if only he-
“Al? Ah? Has the..signal cut out or..?”Kiku’s voice wandered back into his head.
“I was asking if you’ve talked to your dad about-”
“No, I haven’t asked him about it. I haven’t even talked to Matthew about it. It’s getting late keeks- I should log-off, I’ve got an early lecture.."
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Matthew's head felt subdued, despite the cackling cacophony of laughter that filled the room. His earlier attempts to get some water ended with him giggling with some random people- he could only really recognise the accent-tinged voice of Lukas, asking if he was alright. Of course, he was alright. He was here right? Everything was fine. Okay. good. Has this room always been this fuzzy? The kitchen counter seemed to stretch out forever in front of him and his mind wandered. God, he should not have smoked that much. He probably stank...everyone could probably smell him...oh fuck he’s a dumb idiot. Lukas must hate me.
“I don’t hate you Matthew- what are you going on about?” Shit could he read minds or was he talking, the Canadian’s inner voice seemed to be shouting but the pang only subsided with the tiniest sips of the overly clean tap water.
“Jeez. I thought I told Mathias to not go overboard tonight...look Matthew I need you to tell me how you feel right now.”
Floaty. He felt floaty- but also like he’s sinking, melting into the tile floor and he can’t get up, the shallow attempts at sobering up felt like they were weighted with 10 years of baggage. There are so many voices in this house- has it always been this cramped? Had Lukas’tiles always been that baby blue? Oh god, he’s a horrible friend, he’s gonna be left here so fucking floaty, and he’s just gonna float away and everyone-
“Matthew- Matthew your phone man, Hej! Matthew! For god's sake” suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and someone reaching into his pockets- despite the sudden discomfort and manhandling, Matthew was too tired to do much but whine at whoever was fishing out his phone. he hated people touching him. Not now.
“Hej? Thank god please tell me you’re calling to pick- …. Yes, Matthew is here isn’t that why you’re calling?. What? .. I- hm, I don’t think he can chat much...okay…” Lukas had moved the phone near to Matthew's ear, holding it with the other hand on his hip in annoyance but also a concern for his very paranoid and high friend.
“Mattie?” Oh, that silken voice that screamed of adventure and rock music, so nice- Gilbert was so nice.
“Gil? Hi hello, what's up eh?”
“Mattie? Where are you?-”
“Above! I’m above!”
“What? Mattie are you- are you drunk or something?” Matthew chose not to answer but instead snort and push his glasses up before humming to his friend on the phone and pushing the little glass rectangle towards Lukas.
“I can’t pick him up, wherever you are… is Tim with him?” This time Lukas answered stating that Tim was incapacitated on a couch somewhere.
“Right. Hm. I’ll go call Alfred and he’ll pick them-”
Suddenly Matthew’s heart rate jumped even higher, if he wasn’t already slightly over aware, now he was on overdrive. The phone had been on speaker and he heard mention of his brother. Alfred couldn’t know. If he knew it would be over. He can’t know. Never know. No. Nope definitely not.
“Uh I don’t think he wants Alfred man, He’s oh shit Matthew breath, please. Matthew- Matt, hold on…Someone call Tim now please!”
Matthew was mumbling. Mumbling and mumbling and god shit it was loud in here and people kept touching him and he just wanted people to stop touching him and fuck fuck fuck. He needed to be sober right now- this was not gonna end well. Breathing sucked. Everything sucked insanely right now. He saw Tim’s clunky shoes in front of him- since when was I crouching? He heard someone saw something and he could feel others watching and watching oh god people are watching, Tim? Hello Tim?
“Matthew. Give me a colour” brown. “Why brown?” Brown because that was the colour of Tim’s shoes right then..he could trace the floor around the brown shoes...browner than the oak trees near his old house.
“How about another colour?” Blue. but like light blue. The kind you swaddle a baby in. blues that seem to almost be too simple and light.
“That's nice, where did you see blue?”
“In the- uh- …” he felt like choking a little bit but the words were coming out. “The kitchen has..blue tiles.” Everything was coming back down to earth and Matthew was starting to feel a bit better- even if his chest hurt a little.
“How do you feel about red?” That was a dumb question. He answered. “I like red.” He loves red. Red is his hoodie. His hoodie which was being pushed into his arms right now as he stood up, and Tim’s face came into view, a slight worry masked with relief at his friend's recovery from the panic attack.
“I...I want to go home.” Matthew spoke as if a fog had cleared up, but he still felt slightly floaty as he was brought into a car with Tim by his side, and chaperoned home. He’ll think more about all of this later. He wanted to sleep.
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Gilbert didn’t like sleeping early on Saturday but then again not many people worked on Sundays. To be fair, Gilbert’s Sunday job was a temporary stand-in at the grocery shop for some lady who got pregnant. He just needed a bit more cash and was willing to spend a few weeks of bagging if it meant he could save up to see his uncle. He should probably sleep now so tomorrow he could get work done without feeling terrible, the diner dinner was already awkward enough.
He wondered what Matthew was doing. Matthew with his sweet smile, who seemed so different in front of his brother and especially with that guy Tim. Matthew who got headaches from too much sugar..who shared vanilla milkshakes. God Matthew was adorable. After scrolling through his social media (and perhaps doing some minor stalking of a certain boy’s Instagram) Gilbert was still not tired enough to call it a night. When did his Saturday nights become ‘wait til work’ days? He was getting a bit too bland he supposed. Ludwig was probably asleep. He should text Mattie- ask how he’s doing- perhaps that invite-only event ended already. Texting didn’t seem to do much. It wouldn’t be too rude to call right? Just to check on him.
“Hey, Birdie! I know you’re probably busy but-”
“Hej? Thank god please tell me you’re calling to pick-” someone else’s voice reverberated down the line, causing great confusion.
“Is uh, Is Matthew Williams there?” Gilbert could hear laughter and hollering in the background but all seemed unimportant except the fact that someone distinctly NOT Matthew picked up the phone.
“Yes, Matthew is here isn’t that why you’re calling?” The voice also sounded just as confused as himself, assuming that Gil knew where Matthew was.
“I don’t really know why I’m calling but now I’m worried, you are not him”
“What?”
“Just put him on the phone and let me talk to him.” Gilbert sighed as he heard the phone being passed, the fumbling noises making a ruckus on the phone.
“.. I- hm, I don’t think he can chat much...okay…” At least whoever this was trying.
With bated breath and a slight pause, the phone seemed to sound as if the jostling was over. “Mattie?” he called out hesitantly
“Gil? Hi hello, what's up eh?” The voice sounded more happy than surprised but much too calm.
“Mattie? Where are you?-”
“Above! I’m above!” what the fuck is he talking about? He sounds completely out of it. Gilbert’s protective instincts kicked in, worried that something had happened to the Canadian. Hopefully, Matthew was as tolerant as his brother and wouldn’t be having a killer hangover tomorrow- he needed Matthew slightly sober tomorrow to at least talk about his project.
“What? Mattie are you- are you drunk or something?” No response. Only a slight humming. Christ. The stranger must have been given the phone since they apologised for Matthew’s inability to cooperate- they asked if he could come to pick the boy up.
“I can’t pick him up, wherever you are… is Tim with him?” shit. Tim was drunk too? What kind of stupid idiots both get drunk if they knew they had to go home. Jeez if that dutch dude got drunk he can only imagine what god awful party Matthew had stuck himself into. He would attempt to get Matthew, but his motorbike and drunk people do not exactly mix well.
Thinking hard he stared at his dorm room door- Alfred! He could call his friend’s brother. “Right. Hm. I’ll go call Alfred and he’ll pick them-”
Suddenly he heard a wail and some noises of shouting- Matthew in the background, only briefly-
“Uh I don’t think he wants Alfred man, He’s oh shit Matthew breath, please. Matthew- Matt, hold on…Someone call Tim now please!”
Gilbert could only hear a rustling and some more movement. With that, the phone seemed to hang up and he stared in complete panic at the phone.
A text.
M @ 12:47am : Hi. This is Matthew’s, Friend Lukas. Sorry for the hang-up, Matthew had a panic attack again. He is okay. They are being taken back to campus by Berwald, Tim will be dropped off back at his house too, nothing to worry about. You might want to help get Matthew to his room later though. Sorry for the trouble. Night.
Fucking hell. Gilbert slipped on some sweatpants, a jumper and some flip flops, already on his way out to meet up with this Berwald guy at the dorm entrance.
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[PruCan] Chapter 11: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/48552656
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ - Ao3 version is formatted, tumblr version is not. Ao3 is recommended.
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions a lot of Weed. Unwanted touching (just mentions but slightly uncomfortable)
10 pm was a good time to arrive at a party, they decided. Vanilla milkshakes always made Matthew feel better- however maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have one after that coffee from earlier, and especially considering he was about to jacked up. Oh well. That’s something I'll deal with tomorrow. The Dutchman and himself had been on their way to Matthias & Lukas’ house, music-making his head pound already and feeling antsy over the prospect of more socialising. They had made very little conversation as the Mattie drove- only vaguely keeping attention to Tim’s random commentary and occasional directions. The Nordic couple had been renting out some house in the suburbs with 3 other students- very obviously avoiding living anywhere near the student dorms or the student housing as they liked to prevent interaction with the rest of Himaruya Academy; when you were hosting smoke outs and various amounts of overzealous drinkers and gambling, you tend to want to avoid the loud crowds. These events were closed doors, invite-only per se. Nothing like Alfred’s big bash parties that turned the university dorms into the likes of open summer festivals. They had only just touched the gravel of the house pavement when Matthew was hit with the familiar whistle of a certain Cuban man who had recognised their red car.
“EYYY LUKAS, TIM AND MATTIE ARE HERE.” the Cuban accent used to make Matthew shiver but was meaningless once he learnt Carlos was very straight, and if evidence needed planting then Carlos already on the porch with some girls he didn’t recognise and was flagged to go in after a friendly wave as he was too busy flirting to give Matt and actual hello. Tim had followed behind, loosening his tie as they sauntered up the door, only to have it ripped open by an unimpressed looking face of the shorter man known by Lukas.
The Norwegian seemed to raise his eyebrows to see that they both arrived together, usually, it would always be Tim first before Matthew came coming in. “Hej. Earlier than usual. Matthias is already down in the den with Jack.”
Tim had disappeared into the kitchen, making haste to avoid the heavy drinkers that surrounded the living room and especially avoid that Russian dude that seems to be pouring what looked like half a bottle of vodka into his cup. Meanwhile, Lukas had offered to stash away Matthew’s precious hoodie in the closet as he made their way down to the basement. The hypnotising dragging voice of Tame Impala's Kevin Parker grew louder as Matthew's sneakers hit the staircase floorboards down into the dreary but comfortable den. Jack must have picked the music, but I can dig it. Already he could smell the stink of imported kush, the haziness of what seemed like a spiked stream flowing around- only placated and diluted due to the small basement hopper window that let the smoke out. Matthew kicked off his sneakers at the bottom, already enjoying the vibe- or perhaps already being affected by secondhand smoke. Matthias had opened the basement bathroom to double steam the first few sessions of weed but it proved worthless as there seems to be a continuous stream of smokers mingling in and out of the den. Matthias was a tall blonde mess, a big optimist who wore long shirts under brightly coloured tees- a stark contrast to the bland wardrobe that Lukas wore (Opposites do attract I suppose) and the Danish guy was laying belly up on some very tacky shag carpet, at the feet of Jack who was lazed around on some beanbag, bong in his lap haphazardly.
“Oi Mate- bout time you showed up, I was getting bored. Where’s Timtam?” Matthew shrugged and sat cross-legged right near the dazed Dane’s face.
“Don’t call him that, he’ll throw a fit. What’s this? Yours or Tim’s?”
Jack snickered, the Australian clearly buzzed on something, “Buddy if this was Tim’s hooch I wouldn’t be sharing with goldie over here” he pointed and laughed as he listened to Matthias whine in offence. To be fair, the guy did go through more weed than Jack and Matthew combined so it was a fair enough statement. Matthew leant back, arms behind him as he dug his hands into the soft and a bit scruffy faux fur of the carpet- Matthias was giggling high about something and had pushed his head into Matthew’s lap.
“Hold kæft! I’m not that shit! Fuck Mattttt where’s Tim?”
“Upstairs I think- please pass the bong Jack” Matthew carefully stroked the hair that weaselled its way into his lap, he didn’t mind touchy stoners, he was the same whenever he got a hit- he just wished the big couch wasn’t full of clothes so he wouldn't have to sit on the floor. Just as he had the glass bulb in his hand Tim had marched in from upstairs, throwing a bag of chips and lots of biscuits into the beanbag next to Jack. Matthew tutted as Matthias apologised about not having those maple cookies he liked, whereas the Australian was more pleased to see some recognisable red liquorice. The green-eyed man had pulled out a pipe and dragged the spare beanbag to be behind Matthew, and it was not long before all four of the boys had taken a few hits and became a bunch of giggling messes.
“So whattya been up to mate?”
“Maybe he finally went back to Canada or something right Mattttt?
“Ahaha yea seen any geese or something mate?? Shit, we should have gone- BC bud hol-y” the conversation seemed disjointed and Matthew was already too far gone to think about going back to Canada. He notes that yeah, it’s been a bit since he’d come for a smoke out, and he didn't answer as he was too preoccupied with the stem of his bong and the noise of shouting celebrations of poker players upstairs.
“Schatje has a new uh...gig” Tim snorted, he, however, was definitely less jacked than the 3 who seemed to light up at the sentence.
“Oooooooo who be it?? Who is it, Mattie?” Matthew let out a wail of disapproval at the conversation, Tim was supposed to be his friend yet he’s pushed him into a corner of answers.
“Some dude..guy...fucking cute- uh Gil..red eyes oof real red...shiny eyes.” his mind wandered as he let himself lean on the edge of Tim’s beanbag, Matthias had already stumbled off the floor, excited and eager to hear like some high school girl. Jack had his eyebrows raised and the singlet wearing man moved closer from his position to meet Matthew’s rosy expression.
“Wow, Matties got the giggles for someone huh? Hah Timtam good luck mate.” Tim avoided any eye contact and instead focused on his pipe and refilled it with some mary jane from the communal bag nearby. An indignant noise came out of Tim as he growled at the stupid nickname.
“Wait- Gil? Gilbert? The band shirt guy? Isn’t he the one who got wasted at Francis’ big blowout last time” Matthias mentioned, arms waving and dismissed as he continued to squirm along the floor.
“Oh Gilllly boy, mates with uh Antonio or something, that bitch?”
“Fuck I don’t know...he listens to uh...mom jeans too ya know- fuck me.” the two laughed at Matthew’s comment but didn’t push for more- it’s been too long since Matthew had shown interest in someone, who were they to question. Especially not while they were all getting smoked. Tim looked disinterested in the topic anyway and was more concerned with tangling his fingers in Matthew’s strawberry blonde hair as the Canadian had sat between his legs. God fuck cuddles were nice. Matthew's voice broke out into more wailing as he sung along to Snowy Dunes. The music was soothing. He hoped there was more.
The music melted out into something he didn't quite recognise: “Who the FUCK put Queens of stone age on the queue?” Jack complained. ah fuck. he agreed over the change in the artist. shame, he quite liked Snowy Dunes more than Queens of Stone age At some point, Lukas had dragged his very giggly boyfriend upstairs and Jack had been huddled in a corner snacking by himself. Matthew didn’t know what time it was but he’d wiggled his way from his scarf-wearing friend and clambered up the staircase, laughing at the terrible decor on the walls- he could paint better graffiti than the shitty art pieces the house owners had displayed. He didn’t realise how he’d find himself on the couch near Ivan and some other foreign sounding students. Ivan was cool. Weird. Haha, I V A N. fuck ‘ee van.’ who names their kid Ivan anyway? Doesn't get more Russian than that. Shit ice hockey. Russian players are always so grabby. Man, I’d kill for some Cheetos right now.
There were about 10 people in the room- and some Matthew only recognised by name. Everyone here barely attempted to talk outside of this safe house. What happened on Saturday nights never got passed the lawn, it was an unspoken law. Matthew always wondered was that because of the copious amount of shagging that happened? The excessive card games or maybe the fact that all these people were just kids who can’t bear to go to the bigger parties. Matthew couldn’t decide. He couldn’t even figure out why he was here. Why was anyone here? Why are we still here? Just to suffer? He laughed at his inner joke.
The teen’s mind wandered in circles and had been offered a drink by some Finnish kid he recognised as Lukas’ housemate. The music up here was incessantly blasting rock- something that he’d love if it wasn’t so dizzy. He melted further into the couch, barely turning to watch the poker match of some guys a few meters away. Matthew liked this house. Even with people here, it wasn’t suffocating. He could feel someone touching his hair again. Hosers. Why always my hair. The fingers started roaming his shoulders...and his thigh. Suddenly Matthew felt more sobered as he shuffled away and tried to find a pillow to hide behind. He felt woozy and extremely giddy despite his anxiousness to escape anymore touching. He stood up throwing the pillow outside and went hunting for some water. He didn’t want to feel this light anymore. Not now. Matthew couldn’t remember feeling this light and heavy all at the same time. And suddenly, he just couldn’t remember a lot of things. There was a lot of loud singing. He laughed.
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Alfred had been dropped off at his dorm building at around 9:20 pm, and by 9:30 he’d launched his discord chat and set up his microphone so that he could huddle on his bed without having to jostle his laptop so much later. The blue-eyed American had only one reason to not be out partying like he usually did with his cousin Francis, only one other reason why he was studying with his brother and one other reason why he hadn’t been chasing up local girls and guys
“Hey, Keeks!”
His voice rattled with poorly disguised joy as his Japanese friend had picked up. Alfred and Kiku had hit it off foundation year, and while it was upsetting that eventually, the black-haired beauty had to transfer back to the other campus, Alfred had made it his job to stay in contact. Kiku was a genius. On par if not smarter than Alfred and that was considered high praise. The two shared stories, For the Asian man it was only just the start of the day so Alfred accompanied him through his breakfast as they shared concepts for different additions to each other’s current project. Robotics has always intrigued Alfred but there was no secret that his wonder had not been merely just been present because of the technological prowess that his crush displayed.
“Alfred-kun. I thought you said you had something with your Brother tonight.” Kiku’s soft voice filtered through the screen, he knew all about Alfred’s personal life and was under the impression the call was cancelled for some family bonding.
“Nah, dude. He’s out with his not-boyfriend. I don’t know what he’s up to. Probably exchanging spit or reading together again.” Alfred Sighed. Knowing his boring brother, he was just watching some movie with Tim again. He’s probably just sleeping.
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[PruCan] Chapter 10: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/48518471
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ - Ao3 version is formatted, tumblr version is not. Ao3 is recommended.
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied, Distance and abandonment suggested.
“Well. Let’s chat then schatje.”
Matthew shivered, not from the cold but the recall of his appointment. Tim had always been there for him, and was sort of desensitized, if not amused by Matthew’s squabbling and frustrated ramblings.
“Is it green or-”
“Nah left the baggie at home.”
His cigarette hung limp in between his fingers, twirling as he watched the hooded man wave his arms- half exhausted and only vibrant due to his stress. The Dutchman had taken out a box of marls, mainly cus he knew any kush would be noticed immediately- the last thing the two of them needed was the waiter ratting them out and the police on both their asses- and offered the sickly stick to his friend. Matthew grimaced, yet his hands grasped for the box searching for one as if he was desperate. He barely smoked. He justified himself that it was a social occasion that called for one and he could just down a coffee and hope his brother wouldn’t smell the tobacco on his worn-out hoodie. A flick of light from Tim’s Zippo was quick to latch onto the piece and the two silently dragged.
“I just don’t understand what she wants from me. She’s a great therapist but…. I’ve done the work... I’ve done the talking. I don’t- she wants me to call my dad.” the words fell out bitterly and ended so sour and abrupt, even Tim himself knew that the mere mention of Matthew’s father must have meant something was drastically serious. Oliver was not exactly an understanding of man.
“She wants YOU...to talk to your dad?!” Matthew’s throat aches with a slight comfort, his gut relaxed knowing at least it was as incredulous as he thought it was. The Canadian had a shaky relationship with his father (who wouldn’t when your father was an inconsolable dickhead?) and had always been a troublesome mess.
“Alfred said he hasn’t even called him. He’s still pissed. And I don't think my mum needs to know that life is still as shit as ever over here.” They both tutted, Matthew had ditched his smoke, stomping it out prematurely as he went to lean his back on the dusty wall of the diner, huddling next to his childhood friend. Tim had been fidgeting trying to find a comfortable leaning position on the wall and the two slowed down, next to each other in contemplative silence. “Alfred talked with Doc and I’m just kinda not feeling all of it ya know?” his voice drowned in exhaustion.
“...need a hug?” Tim’s voice came out lowly and quiet as if a secret offer, he never really was an affectionate person physically, and hugs from him were reserved for his sibling, his mother and Matthew. Always Matthew.
“Is the cold-professional businessman Tim Lars Van-de-Berg offering me a hug? I’m honoured~” Matthew joked as he stared off into the distance, not noticing the slight tinge of red that graced his friend’s cheeks. Tim scoffed and pushed his shoulder almost flinging him off the support of the brick wall, but caught him with a strong and solid grasp, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy’s shoulder and pulling him in some clumsy semblance of a side hug. Matthew was pressed amongst the warmth of his large jacket and hummed thanking his friend for the attempt at comfort. Matthew blushed once he remembered the question and insinuations his doctor had provided earlier pertaining to Tim.
“Hah. Paisley asked if I had a crush on you. Probably the only laughable thing I heard from her all month.” Matthew was too wrapped up in his amusement to notice the stiffness and the heavier hand that held him, nor did he sense the intake of bated breath of the Dutchman who just ruffled Matt’s hair then moved away. Tim was a lone figure, Always has been and the very idea that he had a remote interest in people like Matt was already so impossible to Mattie’s fragile self-esteem.
“Why do I feel like your brother is unlawfully attempting to woo Laura as of right now?” The conversation was being diverted.
“Doubt it. Al’s preoccupied with his long-distance crush- besides Luca would have prevented any comments.” The two snorted before resigning to go back in and face their siblings; one was hesitant due to his unresolved anxiety while the other was hesitant due to the warmth he had by his side.
“You’re going to Lukas and Matthias’ thing tonight right? Could you drive me? I got another prescription and I’m not sure I want to drive home high or drugged...defo not both.” Tim was not surprised- but he was indeed concerned.
“Are you sure you want to come tonight? I can always tell Mathias you aren’t up-”
“I’m fine. I want to go- It’s not often Lukas and Matthias host, I’ve been meeting to pass Lukas something anyway. I...I need the cooldown ya know?” his voice had pitched higher with defensiveness practically dripping off the vowels. Tim just nodded, ditched and smothered his bud and motioned for the two to go back in- lest they keep his sister waiting. There was gonna be a party tonight- the party being a very broad way of describing it.
The Canadian liked to keep to himself, he may be often alone but it was very rare he was truly feeling lonely; however, there was a group of people he’d mingle with on the weekends. To call them small would be an understatement. There were tons of people who would flock to these quieter house parties but the characters were the types to rather smoke and drink quietly rather than knock the walls down with blaring tunes. He’d know the Norwegian and Danish pair since orientation week and while Matthias bright-eyed smile reminded too much of his brother’s puppy eyes, and Lukas was just as cold towards conversations as an icicle he had enjoyed the company when they were together; they’re bickering felt endearing.
“Laura and Luca are probably hungry, Let's not keep em waiting, schatje.” the dutchman watched as the boy faltered, threw down the finished cig and fiddled with his hoodie. The two of them huffed and Tim had grasped onto Matthew’s palms to pull him in slight haste to get into the diner. Just as they were illuminated by the neon sidelights Matthew had found himself bumping into the back of Tim as the Older boy suddenly came to a harsh stop-
“Gilbert. What are you doing here?” Matthew perked up at the mention of his new crush friend. What was gilbert doing here? Oh...the Diner- he must have meant this dinner earlier. Wow. How convenient. Gilbert’s pale face had frozen as if he was a deer caught in the headlights- wide-eyed and surprised even though he had chosen to sneak behind here.
“Oh, I was...I thought I saw you so I just- heh... Nothing.” Gilbert stood awkwardly, the tall dutchman had been looking down at him and he directed his gaze solely on Matthew. The German knew vague amounts of Tim- he’d seen him around campus at the student bazaars- the man was always somewhere bargaining like some stone-cold dealer. “Right well- would..is it rude if I join you guys as I’m kinda alone tonight?” eyebrows raised from the two as they looked at each other in consideration. Simultaneously they answered: Mattie with a quick yelp of yes, whereas Tim had mumbled something along the lines of “my siblings…?
Fuck Tim, he hated himself cus the moment he saw the endearing smile that graced Matthew’s lips as he started trudging back to the front of the diner, he broke and motioned for Gilbert to join their already crowded dinner plan.
The door had jingled and the 3 men stumbled in, Matthew first as he navigated his way through the considerably empty diner back to the bench where Alfred and the Van-de-bergs were parked. The Van de Berg family was a curious bunch; their parents were living in Amsterdam on a big ranch while the 2 younger siblings had moved out to stay with their extremely capable brother as he went to Uni. Laura, ever the beautiful young lady, had just finished her high schooling but was taking a gap year to take care of her younger brother- Matthew always noted how cheerful she seemed, despite her teasing brothers. The youngest of the 3, Luca, had been dressed in a smart-casual getup, a blue and white striped shirt and a tie that had one of the local private school emblems bedazzled on it; They were certain Luca was just as smart and resourceful as his older brother yet what he lacked in Tim’s brawns, he just evoked a certain sense of charisma and had enough extravagance to scholarship his way into a private academic high school on a full ride-it was the reason the siblings came to live with their older brother.
Laura was the first to give Gilbert a dazzling smile- one that seemed to show some familiarity-
“You two always seem to come back with someone new!” Her voice sounded more amused than bothered by the new company. “We might need a bigger table at this rate!” unlike her warmth, Alfred seemed more off-put at the fact his brotherly bonding had become more of an extended gathering- and Gilbert’s newfound presence was less than wanted.
“Since when do you come here, Gil? And what are you doing with my baby brother huh?”
Matthew merely snorted as he pushed his brother to scoot over, “Alfred you’re the younger one. By 10 seconds.”
“Excuse you! It was 7 seconds-” Tim had coughed awkwardly, now pushed against the side of his brother, Luca cramped between his older siblings but still distracted by something on his phone.
“I was just passing by and caught these two on the way in, awesome right?” Gilbert seemed unperturbed by Alfred’s subtle aggressiveness- he had known the American through some other dodgy gatherings in the past and it was strange to know that quiet Matthew is associated to the blond- let alone related to him. The 3 latecomers ordered quickly, while the others had already received their meals; A bright pink milkshake had already been pushed into Alfred’s vicinity and a large number of fries scattered the tray across the group’s table,
“Mattie bro what do you-”
“Vanilla.” Tim had thoughtlessly interrupted, moving restlessly to lean forward towards Matthew opposite him, and attempted to light a cigarette before being chastised by his sister who was already tutting him and muttered something about being a bad influence on Luca. Alfred was about to say something before Matthie politely smiled at his sibling with a reserved ‘he’s right though- I do want vanilla’ grin that seemed more patient than cooperative. Gilbert had settled for a soda and made idle conversation with Laura who somehow mentioned she had seen him before:
“I’m quite sure I’ve seen you at that cafe on Acre Street?”
“Ah that was a while back but yeah- awesome..” it was only when Matthew's arms had jutted into his side that he noticed Matthew struggling to pour his drink into another empty glass- a glass that had been carelessly pushed towards him by Tim, who was more engrossed in talking to the youngest of the table about his homework-
Gilbert was confused and interested in the lavender eyed boy’s calculating movement, “Are you sharing your drink?” Matthew hummed, and tilted his head in thought, still carefully measuring out the white goop as if they were hazardous chemicals.
“Yeah I can’t have a lot of sugar, Tim and I usually share,” Matthew replied as if it was nothing- perhaps this was what he always did? Gilbert watched as Matthew seemed to be entranced in stirring his newly divided drink more than actually sipping it.
“Mattie used to puke all over..” The other twin seemed to indulge in embarrassing Matthew, and Gilbert only stopped from changing conversation due to the beautiful blush that had graced the Canadian's face, too pretty to prevent. Tim, on the other hand, seemed to nod in tandem with Alfred’s loud stories, as if confirming every cringe moment they recalled. I wonder how long they’ve known each other...
“...and then we had gotten up this huge ass slope and BOOM Matthew just-”
“Al. It’s near 9 pm.” Alfred's excitement halted for a second, before breaking out into a wide grin, and before a flash of over-eagerness came out in front of the van-de-bergs and the Beilschmidt Alfred faked an awfully obvious fake cough, quickly getting up and scrambling out the booth- hand pattingMatthew’s hair (why did people always touch his hair??)-
“S H I T. The car...I can't go... unless you’re ready to go Matt?” He can hear the whining tone ready to come out in Alfred’s quick downturn, Matthew was about to get up before Laura offered to take Al home, “Luca needs to get to bed too, he’s got an exam tomorrow- we can drop Alfie off on the way, the campus is really close! Besides, I know Tim and Matthew have plans tonight.” Tim choked up, his turn to awkwardly cough at the unintended insinuation his sister had thrown out (he says unintended but her eyes glistened with mischief- fuck laura sometimes) Alfred had only looked puzzled whereas Gilbert's eyes were darting back and forth between Matt and Tim.
“Perfect dudes, Mattie please stay safe and Tim.. watch Beilschmidt too..” he squinted and Gil just huffed and stuck his tongue out in playful annoyance at the American. Matthew sunk further into the booth, trying to ignore his brother's weird attempts at being a caring brother.
“Tell Kiku I said hi then and don’t forget to call-”
“Yeah yeah call dad or he’ll kill us- I got it I’ll see you later bro!” one last brotherly pat and Alfred had hightailed it out, two-thirds of the van de berg siblings following him behind, thus leaving the unlikely trio alone. Gilbert couldn’t make sense of it, but it seemed as if Matthew and Tim were telepathically communicating as it had been 3 minutes since the others had left and yet no one spoke a word.
“Soo….uh- you two dating or-”
“Nope.” Matthew blurted out, “we aren’t dating. At all.” clearly a question they get asked often huh? Gilbert’s eyes wandered ad his hands cradled his very watery soda in distraction. Tim’s smoke had finished before a word was uttered. Matthew hoped inside that this was a chance to hint towards his very open singleness-
“Look, I’d like to uh..invite you to our thing later but it’s a closed event.” Tim had jutted forward and was staring Gilbert’s red jewel eyes directly. Had it not been for Matthew sitting next to him fiddling with his straw and humming to himself he would have asked Tim what his problem was. Totally Un-Awesome.
“Rigggght. No, totally get it- I’ve got work anyway tomorrow.” He paused before turning to Matthew. “Just make sure we get time to work on our project alright? I think I should go home too.” Gilbert sighed, feeling a little left out but understood that perhaps he was overstepping into Matthew’s life too much- they barely knew each other. Gilbert got up and stalked out of the dingy diner and towards his bike(God, its perfect time for a drive right now)
He left. Left without noticing Matthew’s soft smile melt into a bothered frown as the hoodied boy watched him leave as if someone had kicked him the gut.
“You didn’t have to sound so harsh.”
“Well, you know we can’t just bring an outsider.”
“I know but- ...Gil is alright. He’s nice.”
“You think everyone is nice Matthew.”
Another cigarette was lit as Matthew watched those silver strands of hair disappear disappointingly on what looked to be a motorbike through the window. It doesn’t hurt to be nice all the time, Matthew thought to himself, his milkshake unpleasantly lukewarm in his grip.
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[PruCan] Chapter 9: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
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This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied, Distance and abandonment suggested.
The world stiffened as strawberry blonde hair covered his tired eyes, Alfred had scooted much farther away as he let his brother gather himself. Racing, pulsing thoughts jumped in his head; everything felt slow and too fast at the same time and the unease of having someone else in this private session was more off-putting than he would have thought.
“I….I didn’t finish the painting.” Ms Paisley’s demure look did not falter, unsurprised but still polite, her scribbles of notes were no doubt some follow up questions about his inability to get something done- he felt foolish for bringing it up, his subconscious already tormenting him about his inadequacy to shush up. His brother, on the other hand, was lost; What does a painting have to do with Matthew’s health?
“What was it this time Matthew? ...noise? … distractions?” her voice trailed on but Alfred’s mind was hooked on her reasoning-
“Not noise this time. I was quite...fine. I was fine- I just can’t get it to look right and I feel…” He mind was smoothened a little bit as he tried to articulate his thoughts. Fiddly hands kept tracing the hemming of his hoodie edges, eyes strictly avoiding his brother’s questioning gaze.
“Lost. I felt like I was detached again. I couldn’t get it right and It’s just so difficult to stay up…” Closed eyes and uncertain breath faded into a hum, he almost forgot Alfred was there as he thought of the image of his childhood. Bright. Vibrant. Utterly simplistic in its approach.
“I’m on top of work. But that just means I sleep more... I'm tired. Very tired. I know I say that a lot but I am. It’s just so-” his voice breaks off into a bit of a laugh as he grimaces at his repetitious mantra, “I’m exhausted, Paisley.” He bites his lips; he’s been trying to get out of the habit of saying tired. The word was so addictingly bittersweet and had glossed over his lips so often that the definition of such a word had practically been imprinted into his personality. Dr Paisley looked up as Alfred patted a hand onto his knee, the gesture making the male almost jump as his eyes popped finally realising his brother was still in the room.
“Well. I’m sure the painting will turn out beautifully- Have you shown anyone your work, has Al-”
“It’s a surprise! It’s...not ready and I don’t want Alfred to be spoilt” The interruption let out another hiccup as Matthew slid his back down the couch, his head almost lolling straight into the couch’s depths.
“Okay. I think you should have some downtime while I Just chat with your brother, would that be possible Matthew?” He slowly got up, feeling ashamed for his messy rambling and eager to leave the room. “John could get you some tea while you wait..” the remnants of that sentence was lost on Matthew as he had already made his way out back into the little room from before.
“Hi Alfred, Long time no see, How have you been?”
“Alright, Uni is exciting as always...can we just get to the reason why I’m here? Matthew-- My brother says you want him on more medication?”
“Yes. He hasn’t been on anything for a while, and he’s made a lot of progress but recently...He’s been having trouble with our recent goals, and I don’t want to worry any of you and your family. From a professional standpoint, I would recommend this as it would help him just balance out his anxiety. He hasn’t been on much for a while now.”
“I trust you doc, but I’m still worried. He’s been kind of...really secretive I guess?
“How so? He’s told me he’s been chatting and unloading a lot on peop-”
“Well, obviously not me. Not..me. We don’t go out anymore, he always liked to sleep in but some days I have to genuinely bash his door down to get him up. It’s...a slump.”
Dr Paisley sighed, a knowing glint in her eye as she listened to the wistful way Alfred talk about his brother- knowing of what?
“Look. Mr Jones, I need to know if you’re planning on any big life changes.” Alfred seized up, caught off guard by the question, almost nervous of his own answer- “It’s just that Matthew right now needs some extra support, we’re assuming he’s just in a bit of a drop right now...he goes through it once…” her voice seemed to trail off as Alfred and his ever calculative brain were in the works of what to say: tell the truth or to wait for a better moment? Surely he could put off telling Matthew of his...no if he told the doctor now he could avoid a confrontation from his family later on…
“-Would moving away count as something big?” the professional paused in her sentence, concern out and open.
“Who would be moving?” Alfred explained his new course offer from some prestigious lab in Japan, the willingness he had to go there and the excitement was clear but the more he explained he had begun thinking of how’ll it affect his brother.
“...we spent enough time apart as kids. Last time really fucked him up and I just don’t...he lost trust in me and that’s okay I just... I- what if this is the thing that really...pushes it?”
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, both deep in thought before the doctor gave her insight: “Your brother will be fine. He wants you to live your life. He just needs time to know what’s going on. He needs to talk more. Do you know anyone he could talk to while you’re away?” There was Tim, their childhood friend of whom Mattie had always been attached to; the Dutchman always came to Matthew’s heed and Mattie always complied with the scarf-wearing weirdo. Alfred drifted, he had that new German guy, right? He never really liked Gilbert, always saw him at some trashy party- he was so different from Matthew, it would be difficult for his brother to open up to someone like that…
“Besides Tim, there’s this new guy. I think Matt would tell you about him. I don’t really trust the guy.” before the doc could synthesise a plan Matthew had knocked on the door rather meekly, sticking that fluff of a hairdo through the door and asking if he could back in.
“Of course. Matthew, your brother and I are okay with our new goals, would you like to go through with it?” the young man barely nodded, still in the doorway, leaning a bit off the frame as his eyes wandered in Alfred’s direction as if still asking if he could come in. Alfred got up, shaking off imaginary dust and he made his way out, ruffling his twin brother’s hair as they swapped places. He’d have time to think about what he wanted to tell him while he waited.
“I’m really sorry we can’t have our full 1 hour Matthew, Is there anything you’d like to talk about in particular today?” Matthew had cosied up on the chair, crossing his legs as he used to as a kid- Dr paisley had reassured him no harm would be done to her soft plush couch even if he brought his foot upon it.
“I’m just tired is all.” he had started picking at the seat fibres once more, his glasses sort of slipping off as he pressed the couch experimentally. “I understand, Alfred said you made a new friend? Wanna chat about that?” At first, Matthew was puzzled, confused as to who she had meant before realising that she probably referred to Gilbert.
“Oh. Gilbert. He’s...cool. I don’t want to talk about him. Do I ha-”
“You don’t have to do anything Matthew. This is about you.”
Matthew relayed his story about going to see Tim (minus the weed of course), how he had overstepped Tim’s boundaries once more by accident, ranting way too long and not getting anything done when he could have been doing something, anything, he never gets things done, why can’t i get things done, it’s impossi-
“Matt- Matthew breathe. Hey, hey slow down. You were taking a break right?” Matthew gulped. He didn’t realise he had been mumbling incessantly again. “I don’t think you overstepped. I’m sure Tim would have said something if you did. He’s been your...friend for a long time.” the blonde nodded, awkward to where this was going.
“Do you...pardon me if this seems inconceivable or rude...do you have feelings for Tim?” Matthew looked at her as if she had slapped him in the face-
“nO! OH Nonono- Tim’s my… he’s just a really...good friend, I couldn’t...I like someone else... I think?” his mind drifted to a pearly white smile and red eyes that really should be more intimidating than attractive. God. Gilbert’s got him good and it’s hardly been a day. He needs to stop. Paisley just smiled that ever kind smile, and it kinda sickened Matthew knowing at the end of the day she was paid to smile like that regardless of what he said to her. The rationale in his head reminded him she was genuine and that this was a good experience- counselling was better than hiding in a room getting high off his rock...that sounds more enjoyable at this point. The two chatted, Matthew once more relearning his breathing, noting to himself to write in his personal log once he gets home to keep the doc and himself on check.
“I’ll see you next Saturday? Afternoon at 1pm. 1 hour for sure Matthew.” with that the two parted, Matthew, worming his way out of the office and straight to the registering counter, prescription form in hand. Alfred had signed it. So had he. He’d have to pick them up tomorrow. Fuck me.
The two twins waddled back out, getting into their car and driving to their little detour: the diner just off campus. “Ahh loving the shoddy lights as usual,” Alfred commented as they got out the car and saw the overdone and tacky 60s light decor falter. Sliding into the opposite sides of a booth, the two sat in silence, obviously avoiding conversing about what was talked about during Matthew’s appointment. Or so Matthew hoped.
“So doc tells me ‘bout a painting.” Liar. Matthew knows Paisley wouldn’t have told him jack shit about that painting. “It’s nothing. It’s a surprise, Al, don’t go sticking your nose into my art and I won't question your phall-” Alfred burst out laughing before Matthew could finish his joke, he supposed seeing his brother laugh did brighten his moods. The waiter, dressed in a stereotypical apron, brought over some coffee (“it’s not Tim Hortons, but it’ll do”) and Alfred waved her off to get some burgers with a ‘thank you doll’ that only resulted in a tut. They talked about Alfred’s course and how his lab work was going, Matthew, in turn, talked about the next hockey season and how’d he hope he would get back on the team after his hiatus. Parents. They talked about their parents- neither of whom had called. Their father, ever the distant soul, last they heard, was back in London sorting out some legal case and hadn’t even texted Alfred the usual monthly check-in text. Matthew grimaced. If he didn’t even text Alfred...then he must still be mad about the two of them going to see mother last summer. The coffee was burnt and bitter, and this dinner was as rugged and worn out as Matthew’s weary soul, yet he couldn’t help feel comforted by the fact his brother was still here and not painstakingly somewhere ignoring him. Matthew hated being ignored.
*DING*
T @ 7:34 [Are you at the Diner? I see an oddly familiar car out here.]
Of course, Tim was here.
M @ 7:34 [Yeah Al’s here though. Just came back from Dr.P’s. Wanna join dinner time?]
T @ 7:36 [I’ve got Laura and Luca with me, I’m sure they’d love to catch up with your bro. Though you wanna chat out back for a bit?]
Matthew paused. Looked away from his phone to see Alfred once more chatting with a waitress, idly stacking up some creamer cups.
M @ 7:38 [Your sister would smell the shit on us. Tell the L duo to come in and I’ll come out.]
T @ 7:39 [I’ve got deo and we can blame it on smokers outside. They’re going.]
“The Van-de-bergs are here. I’m gonna go out just to chat with Tim for a bit. Please don’t hit on Laura again- Tim will murder you and I’ll tell Kiku.” Matthew got up quickly, making his way very quickly as his brother tried responding with a resounding “I’m not that big of a flirt-” Laura and little brother Luca in tow came bursting in, gladly waving at Matt as they made their way to the table.
“Tim says you two need to chat so he’s-”
“Outside.” Matthew pushed his way past them out the door. He’s not usually so dismissive of the kind girl but he wanted to get away from some of the noise for a bit. A smoke really sounded good right then. The air seemed nippy as he stumbled into the evening light. The fuzzy streetlights illuminated the tall figure that was Tim leaning on his car. With a head flick and a motion, the two moved, trekking to a dodgy avoided spot right behind the diner; smoker paradise as cigarette buds were littered across the gravelled area.
“..I’m assuming shit didn’t go well.” Matthew denied answering because he himself didn’t really know. Today went well. He just didn’t feel it.
“Well. Let’s chat then schatje.”
Gilbert had enjoyed Matthew’s empty bedroom for a while. But he found, no matter how charming the walls were and the strewn pieces of art- as captivating as they were, felt strange without Matthew actually being there. He had gotten out, leaving the room as immaculate as it did when he had first gotten in and wondered where the North American brothers had gone. Oh well. His work had occupied him for as long as he needed, and by dinner time he was truly starving. With his, worn out jeans and leather jacket snugly on, and his motorbike keys pocketed he decided he’d go off campus and get some takeaway. The food hall seemed a bit too dull for a Saturday night lunch right? And nothing was better than hunkering down on some takeaway and calling it a night early. With a resounding roar, his bike came to life, driving him down the quiet nighttime roads, running away from the campus that seemed to be riddled with late-night students wandering all over the place.
Unlike Alfred, Gilbert unironically liked the 60s vibe that the diner had possessed. It reminded him of his Grandfather who always liked the middle of nowhere businesses and of Ludwig and his avoidance of less than stellar looking establishments. The food was fantastic too and always made good 24/7 pancakes. Gilbert wouldn’t mind pancakes for dinner, he could get them half price if he sweetened that lady over the counter again. Just as he pulled up, and was busy stowing his helmet away he saw a familiar person walking behind the restaurant- Matthew. Matthew with someone most definitely wasn’t Alfred. I thought he said he was with his brother. Gilbert scolded himself...it’s none of his business. For all he knew Alfred was there too...behind the diner...where cute Matthew was walking with a shady looking tall dude. Yeah, not awesome. Gilbert began walking.
He’s just making sure his new friend Matt was safe. A good samaritan keeping someone safe. Gilbert's inner voice was spouting bullshit.
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[PruCan] Chapter 8: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
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This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied.
Setting up his usual war zone of paint, He lamented over his still unfinished piece of a personal canvas. Matthew detailed a picture in his mind so vividly he felt as if he could see the finished canvas on the wall already but his hands seemed to fail him in actually creating it. Upon a haphazard tarp stood his easel and he took the once pearly off-white canvas he had nicked from the art department- his lecturer adored him so he doubts it would be missed- the canvas was already messy with unfinished splodges that seemed off and unlike his previous works. It had been like this for months. No matter how many strokes, whenever he worked on this personal painting it never came out right. Somehow paint would be spilt and he’d be left either in tears or in a bitter silence as he cleared up his disaster zone. In fact, he should probably do this in the department if he wanted to avoid fines for ruining his rented dorm again with such heavy duty acrylic- but he found solitude in doing his art somewhere privately his own. As the coloured bristles feather-kissed the scene once more Matthew focused on the strokes, as if each one was more important than the other, solving an intricate puzzle. It shaped up pleasantly as each new stroke made the blurry figures come to life; he had been painting a captured memory, nostalgic enough that if he decided to gift it to any of the subjects he had been trying to depict, they themselves would hopefully remember it well. He could still remember the damp grass and the beautiful budding petals of the bunches of bright tulips, himself sat in the open cargo of Tim’s family pickup truck with his back to the driver’s compartment, Alfred on the edge where the tailgate opened, dangling his legs off almost falling onto the gravelly road. Tim, was on his left, even seated he was taller than him. It was a childhood memory he can always remember. The dutch kid had been insistent of showing the twins his family’s Tulip crop when they had come to visit for the summer- and his mother had taken a photo in the excitement of all three of the boys. Matthew knew he could just ring his mother for the actual picture but his hand would rather create the piece itself. If only he could finish it.
He smiled to himself, that summer was one of the best- he hadn’t a problem in his head too much that season, besides his usual anxious thoughts, it was a peaceful summer. Tim would be embarrassed by this, but he knew in some way or another Laura would get her brother to frame it and displayed in their home. Matthew always loved how secretly stuck to his family Tim was, even going as far to rent a house for his siblings and himself rather than bunk along in the dorms or find other senior flatmates. Family loyalty. Even looking at the painted version of Alfred made him feel guilty. Did Alfred really think Matthew wanted to break their trust? Well obviously not if he was willing to come to his session today- there was a knock on the door,
“It’s Gilbert” came muffled through the door and Matthew cursed a little, was it 5 already? God, he should be counting the hours down till he had to see Dr Paisley, not absentmindedly getting lost.
“Hold on!” abandoning his artwork, he flung himself to the door but not before running his hand through his hair a little.
“Hey.”
“Hey to you too” Gilbert himself looked tired, exhausted even. How did Gilbert somehow pull off the tired look so well? Must be the jeans or the- focus Matthew. They both shuffled back in, Gilbert already rambling on about the animation and class schedules. Turns out they both have completely non-compliant timings, no wonder they have never met before: If it wasn’t a class that made them miss each other, it was Gilbert’s work schedule. A schedule which made Matthew’s eyebrows arch in amazement- Gilbert worked hard.
“I mean, I used to be the bender sort you know. The type of college hooligan to...go out a lot”, when asked Gilbert, explained absentmindedly as if he was talking to himself a little bit. “But, Right now we need the money so I can’t afford to go out recklessly like I used to...i don't think I want to either, it’s not my- not my thing anymore.”
They went off topic, Gilbert shoved some more director notes he had made during his work break as Matthew ploughed through some old storyboards, already sketching in a plain spare artbook. The albino looked like he was gonna collapse, and although Matthew offered him the desk seat he had been rejected with nothing more than a pat on the shoulder and a ‘just continue sketching I’m cool’.
“You can take a nap on my bed if you want, I took a nap at Alfred's room earlier today so it’s not messy, promise.” Gilbert light up at the offer and carried his thin legs to the bed, the dorm rooms were tiny and yet he had only just noticed Matthew’s little corner hosting a new work in progress. It couldn’t have been coursework, the Canadian finished that yesterday after the music incident. It was very detailed and although unfinished seemed as if a photograph had been printed out in the paint. With half of the canvas still quite plain he wondered of what Matthew had been thinking when painting. It was new in some splodges, the paint was still wet and fresh with paint pooling on the tarp and pots still scattered around the legs of the strong easel, but the dry almost discoloured details in the other corners suggested otherwise.
“Whose that? In the painting?” his long fingers pointing at the tiny scarf figure, Matthew barely turned to even check what Gilbert was looking at.
“That’s younger Alf-”
“No, I know that’s your brother- the expression is on point, I mean the guy next to what I presume is fetus Mattie.” after a faux indignant huff of ‘hey!’ at that comment, Matthew had swivelled in his chair to examine who he meant.
“O-oh That’s Tim, a childhood friend. He’s a senior here actually. You probably know him.” distractedly the Canadian went back to humming as he raked through Gilbert’s script notes and his own little sketches. Gilbert’s eyebrows arched and furrowed after hearing Tim’s name. Was he the same Tim who Matthew was texting earlier? Would it matter if it were him?
“...the name doesn’t ring a bell…” Gilbert let his thoughts drift away as he snuggled more into the soft bedding. The smell flowery detergent enveloped him, and Gilbert grinned; It felt heavenly to lie down here- almost more welcoming than his own bed. About an hour had passed as he had napped, when he woke up, distracted by the sound of soft strumming from the nearby table speakers. The room host had been playing what Gilbert recognised as some Mom Jeans song. Of course, he listens to mom jeans. He’s perfect, Gilbert thought.
“Hey Matthew...” his eyes wandered to stare as Matthew’s form was hunched over in creative focus, messy hair slightly dishevelled from obvious rest earlier. Gilbert was going to attempt a little bit of chivalry, besides, Matthew had been so kind as to allow him to crash here; That deserved free dinner, right? Date or not...he could convince the other boy it was a platonic outing if he failed horrendously...which he doesn't.
“Gil- awake now? I can feel you overthinking from here dude.” Gilbert’s eyes fluttered now realising Matthew had responded to his distant Hey and was coming nearer to move onto the bed too,
“I just- Do you...I mean there's this really good diner in town- We could grab some food later cus I feel like I ow-” Matthew had turned in what could be perceived as shock but it melted away quickly as he was blushing in the brightest form of red; it was endearing and god Gilbert wished he could cup those cheeks and-
“That would be..!” The tone was so bright and loud and Gilbert’s heart jumped in premature celebration until he caught onto the last few bits of the reply “....actually fuck. I’m busy tonight Gil.” Apologising profusely aside, Gilbert could see a tinge of guilt wash over Matthew’s expression, secrets glinting under the faraway glaze. “In fact, I actually have somewhere to be soon and I should probably go.”
The silver-haired boy sat up, bunching his shirt in his hands; it sounded as if the Canadian was dying to avoid Gilbert right now Yet it would seem very improbable for such a kind-faced creature like Matthew to rudely do such a thing. Quick hands moved around the room as the blonde rushed round, hands searching for his hoodie that had been laid recklessly on the floor and a hasty pat down of pockets picking up the cheesy maple leaf keychain that latched onto his car keys. Matthew was about to run for the door before he realised his guest was still left on the bed very much puzzled,
“I just drafted some concept art, it’s not much right now- just scribbles. I’ll do the linework soon but if you want to stay in here for a bit t-that...that’s fine. I’ll uh not be back for a while. I really h-I have to go like right now.” The stumbling over words was nothing less than adorable but the complimenting panicky hands that fidgeted in a show of motion blurred movements really took the cake as he watched the man practically zoom out- a voice far from the doorway telling Gilbert to not forget to turn off the lights when he’s done. Alone with his thoughts, the air seemed thin and full of saddened merriment the longer he glared at his friend’s dorm room walls.
Matthew’s feet felt heavy and seemed to plummet with every step- his speedy getaway had slowed down significantly as he stood in front of Alfred’s dorm. He was not running away. He was just keeping track of time. His quick leave must of been really rude but his realisation over the time was more important- Dr Paisley didn’t appreciate late entrances. I’ll send him a text.
M @ 6:20 [Hey, Sorry didn’t mean to be rude. Just forgot I had to do something with Al. Ttyl?]
G @ 6:24 [Np. Tell the nerd I said hey! Ttyl, Imma sleep here forever man, your bed is amazing…]
The thought of Gilbert staying in his bed for even a second warmed his cheeks. Focus. His eyes ignored his phone as he went back to staring at his brother’s door down. Unsure hands knocked lightly as he heard quiet laughter drain out from underneath the wooden entrance.
“Come on in!” there was a quick shuffle as Matthew stammered in, not surprised to see Alfred closer what looked like a video call with Kiku. That’s adorable. He watched his brother fluster in closing the tab before snapping forward and clicking triumphantly towards his brother,
“Lemme just grab my stuff alright?” wallet and phone secured, the two wandered out humming, Car keys passed to Alfred as they slid into the slight wreck and worn out red car; Matthew almost insisted on driving as the other complained over the old ride but Alfred had already pushed it off and stuck his tongue out tryna reverse out the tiny university carpark. “So….what's on the agenda?” Careful eyes on the road as the day darkened, they made their way off campus. The red hoodie boy shrugged, leaning dismissively on the window as he watched buildings blur in the distance.
“It’s really just a catch-up and you get to sit in and then you’ve got to sign off for me.” The car had jerked to a stop as they reached a small private property, the building had been a renovated residence, and it’s awkward charm of brick build fit well in the surrounding suburban area. The clinic had been a reference from their family doctor, a private and less clinical-looking approach; Hospitals always made Matthew uneasy- a past of heavy hitting hockey accidents tend to make you regret hospital visits honestly. The two slinked out, Alfred smiling a little less wide, more genuine in his approach as he sauntered ahead- trying to appease Matthew anxiousness to ask him to go in. The little door jingled with an out of place kindness, and the secretary simply smiled as she saw Alfred gestured towards his brother.
“Hey Matthew, bit early but I’m sure she’ll let you slip in, I’ll let her know.”
“Thanks, John.” The two shuffled into the waiting room, the blue coloured walls screaming a soothing need to be somewhere else. A large white door that leads to the office glared at him, accusatory in it’s meaning. Although they were the only people present, Alfred’s demeanour just seemed so out of place, as if he was never meant to be in a generic chair surrounded by mental health posters- the beach blonde was basically a poster boy of happiness. Matthew scorned. No point getting upset over your brother, he’s tryna-
The big white door had swung open, a cheery disposition of Ms Paisley greeting the, ushering for the two to enter her office. The all-too-familiar couch never felt so small until he had to clamber onto it with Alfred cramping alongside him. The brown haired doctor had settled in her own seat, collected and calm as she watched the two settle patiently. This entire situation felt overcrowded. After she had introduced herself to Alfred, she had opened her arms out to Matthew, ready to fire off on questions no doubt.
“So! Matthew, Nice to see you as always, thank you for inviting your brother, I don’t want to make this difficult so let's lay down some rules.” explaining, her movement seemed so insistent on encouraging him to look at Al’s expression, but he couldn’t bring himself to even look away from her brown heels and the suddenly immensely interesting wooden floor.
“We can just do some simple questions today, Is that alright Matt? Alfred can sit in for a short while, and then I’d like to talk to him privately for a bit. That should take…” the clock taunted him as they both looked at it calculatingly. “30 Minutes, I’ll speak to Al for 15 and then we can have a little private time for the last 15. Is that alright?” It wouldn’t matter Al was already here he-
“Yeah that sounds good.” his voice caught up faster, desperate to get it over with. Don’t get the Canadian wrong: he enjoyed his sessions with Ms paisley, it was just hard...really exhausting being with his brother and his mind was about to explode with uncertainty over almost everything.
“How...how are you feeling Matt. Better than last week?”
Matthew felt like he was going to choke.
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[PruCan] Chapter 4: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/24905436
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.)
Within his short 18 years of his life, Gilbert knew he fell short of a lot of things. Most of the time the list of his personal struggles were propelled far away from the contemptuous moments of strife that he was forced to worry about currently so in turn of all that he wasn’t used to being open to his subconscious pacing mind. All the repressed trouble he cooked up was bubbling over- much like Arthur’s attempt of ‘soup’ from last week. Whenever he seemed to not be distracted by a family issue presented by his brother, it was coursework that acted as blockade from having a social life, or sometimes the extremities faced when dealing with pesters from Elizabeta and Roderich (Only God knows what those two would be doing on a weekend...); even the occasional whining from a certain Frenchman.
A chime of a small bell over the café’s door announced his presence to the other inhabitants. The oaky smell of old counters flooded his senses and the light yellow walls plastered with generic atmospheric photos of Himaruya Academy’s campus populated some of the emptier spaces (You could tell these were taken by students as well, what with the tiny label under each photo). Aromatic aromas of freshly brewed coffee and whiffs of alluring chai lattes made Gilbert smile warmly, it was if he had been hugged by comfort itself. You would think a café would be empty at around 10 pm, but it seems like the need for caffeine for any student was a constant. The distance between his dorm hall and the small campus café was luckily close, a breeze of a stroll that delighted any exhausted student, thus his tardiness in his arrival was actually inexcusable. He mulled over trying to produce an excuse to give later to explain his delay… Of course, his overall excitement was at an all-time low considering Gilbert would have to deal with an infuriated Ludwig-
“Seriously Gil? You’re late 20 minutes”
Speaking of the organised stick-in-the-mud devil, his younger brother (Who, unfairly, had grown taller than the paler of the two) was eyeing him with annoyance and the albino could practically feel the dagger-like stares pushing into his chest. A cockier-than-usual ‘I’m more organised than you and you know it' looks of disapproval caught him off guard… Oh god is he going to say something about the new shir-
“Mein Gott, How the hell are you funding your wardrobe when you can’t even pay me back?”
“Lovely to see you too dear West, I’m doing fine, Gee thanks! How thoughtful for you to ask.”
Sarcasm and mock pleasure rolled off his tongue easily and with a sublime sense of satisfaction. But as he went to sit down at the small table he noticed the change in mood. facing diligently and apprehensively at the stern look of his brother he realised that his obvious joke will not go without consequence…clearly, Ludwig had something serious this time and the call for the older sibling was not an act of choice but instead an act of necessity. Gilbert gulped. Fidgeting slightly, preparing to be the bearer of bad news, the blue-eyed sibling attempted to keep his voice lower than usual and to keep the conversation at a seemingly okay level of panic:
“We can’t exactly quit our jobs this holiday, and my calculations state that we might even have to pick up an extra shift. There is no way we can visit Uncle this year.”
Gilbert flinched and could swear he felt his heart break a little. To others the news may not seem to be ‘that serious’ – sure it was bad but being heartbroken was an over exaggeration right? Consider the fact you had been working your FUCKING ass off your whole life, juggling multiple jobs while studying with a crappy stream of income and pay check-to-pay check funding, being robbed of countless hours of personal time that in your eyes were a privilege, never a minimum, and last but not least the breakdowns when you realised you felt so alone. This news would make your heart shatter like fragile glass. ‘Fuck karma, Lady Luck couldn’t give him a day off,’ It seemed like dog days would never be chased off. Unbelievable. Inconceivably pissed off. Flipping the table, walking out and burying himself in the nearest graveyard felt like a reasonable move as of right now.
“What. The. FUCK.”
“Calm down we can handl-“
“I can’t!- There has to be some miscalculation, last I checked we had enough for that break, I was given time off and a pay raise! This shouldn’t- What-WHY? I PRACTICALLY DIED.”
“Look I get it- I’m not happy either?! But shouting won’t do us any help either!”
He was fuming and he could see the fury shining in his company’s eyes as well. Growing up Gilbert always hid his vents and rants and kept his true thoughts away from the impressionable mind of his sibling but at times like this, it was clear what they were both thinking. Ludwig must have known this news hit his brother harder than it would him, and those awkward compassionate pats were a pitiful attempt at family comfort. They never really used affectionate gestures in the past, there was never any time for stuff like that.
Years and years, harking as far back as the tender age of 14, he could recall working for an extra bit of pocket money. Pocket money soon evolved into a college fund for himself and West within 2 years. Not to mention the small amounts he had to save for indulging to keep the sanity that prevented him from turning into an emotionless working robot. Thankful was not a strong enough word to describe what Gilbert felt for his uncle, there wasn’t any word that could achieve the level of gratitude the boy held for the old man. Respect towards the old man was something he taught Ludwig early on (Come to think of it, they moved in with their Uncle when Ludwig was only...12?), even if the latter didn’t understand their situation at that very young age. Spaced out due to the reminiscing he hadn’t noticed the warm cup of coffee that had been kindly delivered to him (Yes, a nice cup of coffee at 10 pm, go college life!), Ludwig’s strong voice started to come back to the forefront of his attention;
“You take your rest, you deserved the break, Bruder. I can do an extra shift- Feli says his shift has an extra slot anyway that I can take and it’s not very long, we just need to rearrange the bank allocations…” The blonder German was droning on and was in actual fact, talking to himself more than he was meaning to actually converse with the other.
Sighing into his now slightly cold coffee, the teen pondered over his choices and reviewed his recent schedules: wake up, eat, Attend lectures, go to multiple work shifts throughout the day during his study hours, do some coursework till the morning light and pass out, repeat. He had started slacking this continues the cycle of college-life torture. He had finally worked enough to wager a good break that his boss from his large shift (A shitty – but hey it’s decent? – 7 bucks an hour) at the local cinema, an undesirable night shift that no one wanted to partake when they could be partying. Only this month had he been throwing away his frazzled mind with hook-ups and well-deserved parties with his former Misfits. He had ached for those nights again, and for a short while, he had them back. What was the point of being a ‘creative’ mind when you can’t produce any of the garbage you actually want to?! Being stuck in the mantra of: “How many tickets sir? Which seat..? Hope you enjoy the show!” was the cause of the internal bomb of irritation that ticked faster and faster and Gilbert wasn’t even sure he would have any fuse left soon.
I’ve got to go. Was it ever possible to become unattached to reality? God I wish, with haste Gilbert suddenly got up and bolted out with mutters of incomprehensible frustration.
“Gilbe-Where are you goi-Hey we aren’t” the protests over his disappearance faded into the background as Gilbert left to walk back to his room. He could really do with some music.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE LIVES NEXT DOOR?! HAS HE HURT YOU? OH MY GOD”
Matthew lamented over his wasted time, the paint covered boy had nestled down on his bed with his ruffled hair and head thrown back onto the cushy red covers, He could be actually painting right now…or y’know…seeing Tim for a drug hit. Eyes shut with another exhale of boredom as Alfred rambled on, shooting an overdose of “He’s the bad kind, he’s not good, and he could be a murderer” lecture into the strawberry blonde’s tired ears. You would think a prodigy with a near IQ of 160 would be able to identify a real threat.
Sometimes he really just wanted to forget about this.
“I don’t think we are even thinking of the same person Al” blurting out quietly, still trying to zone out from his brother’s incessant fussing. “Have you even met him?”
“I don’t neeeed to meet him. I KNOW he’s bad for you, I don’t want him touching and getting all up in my little brother’s space and…poisoning him with all the college nonsense.”
Bullshit, poison what? I already drink and take- Ahh that’s right he doesn’t know about the ‘college nonsense’ I actually do participate in. Woops.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, hell you’re starting to sound old like Artie”
“I am not-I am NOT like Artie! Why the sudden interest in this Gilbert GUY ANYWAY??” This had dragged on for an hour and Matthew needed to make a dash for Tim’s house if he wanted to get done in time to come back reasonably sober.
“Don’t you have some project to do Alfie? It’s getting late and I want to do some work-Besides wouldn’t you want to call Kiku~” 1 point to Matthew, He had gotten his brother to look off in revelation and gain some red tinge on the cheeks. Kiku, a Japanese student who his American sibling had met and been pining for, was located at Himaruya Academy’s Tokyo campus (Mostly shortlisted to ‘The Deen Campus’ after its association). The two had been introduced during their foundation year and it was clear his sibling had a very big soft spot for the guy, so much so after the Japanese student transferred back to Japan they kept in touch with long Skype calls and endless texts. They, to quote: “Are n-not dating!! Kiku’s Not even interested…in guys…..or me.”
Hurriedly and trying to look less embarrassed, Alfred scuttled out. ‘Finally’. A glance at his watch told Matthew he would need to leave now or else Tim will call him out for bailing- ‘I am not gonna lose this cus of Al goddammit’ – Grabbing his trademark and overused hoodie, the stocky 18 year old climbed out of the way too small dorm window. Armed with his phone and car keys, he clambered into the cramped car and drove steadily down out the campus to his friend’s rented house; a typical scene for bad cliché college parties – happily it was not time for any party. As idiotic as it may seem, Strolling through the front door would not be a good idea as his childhood friend always warned him his sister would not appreciate visitors at this time (Matthew was 100% Laura didn’t even know Tim did pot, nonetheless that he did pot WITH Mattie), so he took the safer route (‘Well, physically more dangerous’) and climbed onto a small balcony on the side of the house, softly knocking on the glass that had the curtains drawn-
“You’re late.” Looking up to face his taller companion, the Canadian heard the gruff voice of annoyance as he pulled back the curtains and the sliding glass door opened.
“Sorry T, Al got me caught up in some bullshit, the hoser kept me busy…” The scarfed house owner moved aside and silently invited him into the messy room. On closer inspection, messy would not be applicable – while the floor was covered in some clothes, questionable (?) magazines and beanbags, the dark blue walls hoisted clean neat shelves which held a multitude of knickknacks.
“..You know you could’ve gotten started without me?
“Hah. Yeah right, where’s the fun in that Mattie?” A small tired-sounding chuckle flowed from the taller of the two, a bong had been passed towards Matthew who had founded himself cosy in a familiar beanbag. The haze felt good already. Matthew took it eagerly and grumbled: “How much do I owe you?”
“Honestly…Too much. Hah, No but like come on Mattie, I thought we got over this already. I’m not gonna charge a friend for this stuff. Especially not you.” Grinning with humour the Dutchman took the beanbag opposite to him.
It was all very strange at the beginning of this whole ordeal with his Dutch friend. They had grown up together and Matthew had very good relations with the ‘Van-der-Berg’ family. After joining the Academy he was glad he at least had a recognisable older pal but throughout all of the years that had gone by knowing him, he always noticed the precise and businessman-like nature of this man. Yet when he offered to help Matthew get his usual weed (Something Matt had easier access to in Canada and the times he visited the Netherlands and definitely something you don’t shout about) he didn’t charge a single penny. Hell, this fucker had once charged him after Matthew dragged them to the bathroom at camp…when they were 12 YEARS OLD. This guy always needed wanted to make a dime. Except for drugs. Which…was insanely strange AND expensive. ‘Especially not me? Ah Tim, I still really don’t know you.’ He tried not to think about it so much as when there was sweet dreamy smoke being smothered and pushed into Matthew’s body.
Sometimes it is possible to forget about things, you just need the right stuff.
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[PruCan] Chapter 2: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/24905436
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.)
Finding a hook-up was never hard. Gilbert knew how to wave and woo any guy and gal (granted he needed to actually try). Night after night, a beautiful girl, a dashing lad – it didn’t matter. Putting it simply, the way the white-haired devil seduced people was effective and singular. It was not a ‘series’ of escapades; the word ‘series’ describe the concept of continuation...what Gilbert did was not continuations, not one after another (Oh he most definitely did NOT share his lays). They were separate events to him. After a tom-foolery of sorts, it would be a good morning and goodbye; a prompt push out of the door to say the least.
It was ‘fuck’ then ‘wish them luck.’
He would carry on the next day, carrying himself in such a prideful manner one could wonder how so many looked forward to being in bed with someone like that. If anyone asked Gilbert if the evenings of a stranger after stranger got boring, he would confidently shrug the question aside with ‘the philosophy of a player’. The thought of falling in love, further than a silly high school crush, was absurd. Devotion to another human being? A sudden feeling of glee towards another human being? A day when he would experience all that seemed too far to even acknowledge.
And yet here he was, locked in staring into purple irises from a boy he had only just met. Heart panging and brain whizzing without reason or sense. Breathe. Think. Breathe, why is it so hard to breathe? Think? What order was it again? It felt breathlessly confusing.
“G-Gilbert could you like let go?” a heat rose to his face and he backed away quickly and let go of a sprig of strawberry blonde hair. A soundless sigh of relief was released by Matthew, and a flustered motion of twiddling fingers accompanied the timid look the shorter boy wore. Bathing in the seemingly, weird comfortable silence that engulfed the room the taller of the two proposed to get to know each other:
“Would you like to chill here? - I mean- like if you have nothing to do. I see you like my posters and stuff.”
Gilbert watched the reaction carefully, searching for any hatred or disgust to appear, he was aware of what reputation he had.
“eh? I’ve got art coursework and I’m sorta- I’m behind on it.”
Art coursework? Considering Matthew’s brother was a mathematical prodigy and science ‘fanatic’ (Gilbert really meant ‘geek’ but that sounded rude) he found it slightly alarming to hear that the student here was in the art stream…’although that does explain his slightly dishevelled look in that paint-covered shirt’. Gilbert found himself wanting to learn more and before he could stop himself he let it slip,
“Do you want to paint in here?”
In reality, Gilbert didn’t like studying alone. As much as he enjoyed his editing and planning scenes for his media course, it was draining sitting in a room cooped up alone. Hence why he relied on loud music to occupy his fleeting thoughts. The study hall and common room had been crowded with the varsity sports teams who were watching the campus’ big play-offs this week and the noise had been maliciously distracting. The study hall bred conversations too inane for his liking; snippets of people’s personal lives too irrelevant for Gilbert to sit through. On top of that, if needing a good environment meant travelling into the student-habitat known as the library (a place of late night coffee addicts struggling to complete 4 months of work) then he would rather fail the semester.
He had noticed the unsure reaction of the artist and gulped as the boy opened his mouth to reply:
“Well- My art stuff is already setup and messy in my room…I can’t really bring it here. Would- would you like to sit in my room? I…don’t mind.”
Gilbert’s face light up with happiness (relief as well- though he wouldn’t admit to it.), he took his laptop and charger along with a portfolio that he swore weighed more than Ludwig when he was a child and followed Matthew into the neighbours’ room. Most of the people here were the first-years, a close-knit community that, 4 out of 5 times, respected and trusted each other’s personal space so they both waltzed in carelessly not looking to shut out anyone and left the door gaping out open.
Matthew motioned for Gilbert to sit down in front of his desk. Gingerly he place his laptop down and ducked down to plug in his worn out charger. As he reclined in the Canadian’s chair he witnessed a genius in the works of what Gilbert could only describe as pure emotion splayed out on a too-small-for-it’s-worth canvas.
For a few moments, the artist had pondered whether he had made another wrongful decision inviting the albino into his safe space – thinking about it more ‘I don’t usually do this huh.’ One step within his room the thoughts seemed to melt away as he looked longingly to his painting, engrossed in the pursuit to add more paint onto the canvas Matthew didn’t notice the audience-like attention his guest was giving him. Beautiful hues of red a green were doused carefully onto the illustration of springtime bliss. “eh- I would prefer something more autumn-y or…winter.” He mused to himself and mulled over the idea of painting something for his dorm after this fairly boring assignment is finished.
“Why autumn or winter?”
He was jolted out of his caged thoughts from that question, did he say that out loud?
“I-err I don’t particularly like this piece, it’s not the best. I personally like winter landscapes mor-“
A loud gasp hit Matthew’s ears and the Albino had screeched out as if utterly bewildered by the earlier comment,
“You don’t like it?! It’s really... really good- Better than what I could ever do! I’ve been trying to find someone who could draw a scene like that for ages!” The artist’s cheeks had flamed up in such overwhelming embarrassment (and a tiny smidge of smug pride) that he almost lost the latter of what Gilbert had blurted out.
Scene? Oh. Gilbert must be a media student….-actually no wonder he seems familiar...was he that guy that sometimes appeared mysteriously near Feli and his Ludwig? – On the odd chance the departments had overlapping projects it wasn’t uncommon to find media students mingling with his fellow artists. Incidentally, he recalled about a month ago, he was commissioned by that smaller Finnish fellow (“O-Oh No I’m not Swedish, Berwald just hangs around a lot.”) to help apply face paint for a strange music video in a probably-Nordic language (I wonder if Tino did get an A for that project).
“Scene for what?”
He had obviously caught those red eyes off guard, then as if a light switch had been flicked the boy’s grin grew wide.
“An Animation! Wanna see the storyboard? I’ve been looking for an animator, seeing as my drawing skills can be described as the equivalent of a…What was that saying…um...? A fish trying to climb a tree…”
It wasn’t like Matthew was trying to be rude, however, he had tuned out Gilbert after the silver haired student had turned his heavy overloaded binder of paper for show. The page was full. It looked overly detailed, annotated words scribbled over the crudely but clearly illustrated panels of what seemed to be a short story of a young boy? As he leant down closer to investigate the piece he noticed the smaller details scrawled in between the panels like ‘Screen transition – autumn’ or ‘Redo panel, reframe’. With such a thorough and comprehensive plan, any animator would know exactly what the director would want from them. ‘Honestly, if only the people who commissioned him would give him details like that – I’m looking at you Tino’
“…Actually just realised what that fish quote meant...man that’s really smart I guess, can’t believe I…”
Oh. Gilbert was still yapping. His lavender eyes scoped up and down the page and he hummed in approval of the chatterbox’s work. He was staring so close to the page that the Canadian could feel his glasses slipping off…
“…..Hey! I should hire you to be my animator!”
Matthew had glanced so quickly at Gilbert in that moment that his glasses had slanted in the movement. This is going to be a long semester.
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[PruCan] Chapter 1: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/24905436
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.)
Summary:
Matthew likes art. It gives him expression when his quiet voice gets lost in the seas of attention-hungry students at Himaruya Academy. Art seems safe yet teetering just on the edge of questionable and provocative at times. In a way that could summarise his experience with Gilbert: Enough danger and uncertainty to keep his social life turning without feeling the discomfort. He likes art...He also really...really likes Gilbert.
Gilbert is - to be honest - a self-proclaimed media genius (He's not wrong, he is pretty damn good at the course), He likes to create discussion and create thought-provoking pieces of music and film. At the same time, while he may have built his legacy in Media he has yet to build a sense of legacy and certainty with himself. Cue the smoking, drinking and late night 'rendezvous' and indulgent one night stands...it's the high point of college right. That was a while ago now. It’s already a year into the semester and Gil needs to start saving money instead of partying. He's not lost- not fearful? Why does he not feel lost anymore when there's that blonde birdie looking his way?
I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to the Show/Manga/Hell that is Hetalia and the creator/Hima-Papa Himaruya Hidekaz Himself.
Matthew was soft-spoken, which in hindsight he realised was attributed due to his, let’s be frank, terrible childhood of growing up with his loud and boisterous brother. Don’t get him wrong, sometimes being soft spoken had its benefits- like that time he got to skip out of doing public speaking…or that time his father gave him a pass after a problematic day at school…
This was not one of those times.
If the Canadian could describe himself it would be ‘appropriately passive’, someone not prone to anger unless he was provoked to a boundary which only certain people correction: incredibly and insanely idiotic people, have crossed (Alfred learnt his lesson after the case of the missing art supplies…). On any other typical evening at the bustling university dorm - a Friday night that all students of Himaruya Academy were yearning for - the strawberry blonde would roll his eyes as he heard the booming blasting music from the dorm adjacent to his, but with an art piece already way behind and his paint pot PHYSICALLY edging itself off his desk due to the vibrations, Matthew knew it was time to finally get over his quiet nature and shut down whatever the fuck his dorm neighbour thought was music.
‘Maple- This is getting out of hand- come on Mattie just go over and give the hoser a good shout…it’s like that time with Alfred and his damned pranks’,
Still dressed in his old white shirt covered in splotches of green and red acrylic, spare jeans and tousled hair, the Canadian padded his way out of the room preparing himself to attempt a confrontation with his unknown neighbour. ‘Wait- I don’t even know who lives next door? Is this really a good-‘
His knuckles seemed to go in autopilot as he realised he had already knocked on the door. Suddenly the music spilt out of the already overfilled container of a dorm and filled the hallway with loud blaring drums of some generic rock song. A head had poked out and was currently staring down Matthew as if the artist was the one doing something rude. He gulped, anxiously as he looked to face the head which had appeared…never one to be good with confrontations his original angry tone he planned to use came out meeker than he wanted:
“H-Hey could you have some respect and s-switch off your trashy music, some of us are t-trying to work….?”
As usual his plan had failed, this was clearly evident with the stuttering and the last few words, which were meant to be a verbal jab, turned into an awkwardly poised question. Trying to regain control over himself, Matthew watched as the head retreated into the room, music promptly turned off, and quite surprisingly the door opening with the resident grinning wildly in return. It was the blonde’s turn to stare the man in front of him down, the bright ruby eyes pierced through his thoughts, the light grey- seemingly white- silver streaks of hair and what must have been the lightest skin he had ever seen (‘I wonder if he would make a good canvas for my next paint-Mattie Back to task!’) made the glasses-clad boy look in awe.
‘He’s so pretty...’ oh jeez…w-what-why am I here again??’
“Uh hello? Ah Kid you okay there?” a heavily accented voice dragged Matthew out of his little-infatuated daydream. Matthew gulped. What was he getting into?
Gilbert Beilschmidt was not a soft-spoken guy. Granted that could be attributed to his position of an older brother; the one to get into squabbles and fights to protect the honour of his sibling (Not that Ludwig ever really appreciated it). It wasn’t uncommon to get various noise complaints from the students who occupied the rooms around him, however, the shy-looking captivating character in front of him was a new sight to see. ‘Scheiße he’s cute, verdammt….’ He tilted his head and flashed a trademark snarky smile as he questioned the boy who also seemed to be lost in a daze. Slowly but surely opening up the door to his sanctuary, without words he invited the unknown person in – ‘this is probably not a good idea to invite strangers in…. but this kid…he’s so cute he couldn’t hurt…..a fly…’
As the kid shuffled into Gilbert’s poster-covered room, Gilbert couldn’t help but continue watching the blonde’s small fidgets and expression: First a hand twitch as if to say ‘n-no I’m okay’ then acceptance and a preoccupied sense of unsure thoughts then a fluster of blinking violet depths accompanying a sudden wave of...wonder? The new person was busy admiring his décor with an enchanted glare,
“Whoa…so beautiful….” He heard the student said quietly
“Why thank you, I do look my best when there’s good company” The self-proclaimed Prussian was prone to spilling automatic pickup lines from his lips, though it was strange because he had started blushing after realising what he had said.
Gilbert Doesn’t Blush. Not Usually.
There was a dramatic and quick change in the air as the visitor whipped around and scoffed out, “E-excuse me?”
Gilbert’s eyes widened and he spluttered out an apology as he realised he just tried to flirt with a random guy who had only just met him.
“A-ah sorry- I’m Gilbert, Nice to meet you, sorry about the noise-“ he reached out his hand and felt a bit of hurt as the boy looked at the gesture with caution and had jumped back,
“German.”
It was Gilbert’s turn to look confused and scoff.
“Excuse me?”
Matthew’s cheeks grew bright red as he looked down to the floor which was suddenly very interesting,
“Sorry eh, Y-your accent…it’s German, You’re Ger-“
“Prussian. I’m Prussian. Judging from your ‘eh’ you’re Canadian, wait do you have something against Germans?”
“NO NO oh my god no-I-I... Just...I didn’t- ….”
Matthew paused, it was embarrassing to admit what he said next,
“I... I like accents.”
Matthew was filled with horror at how he must have sounded. He definitely wasn’t racist towards Germans…he just…. really liked accents. It was a quirk he enjoyed strangely, a guilty admission of a detail Matthew loved. The room resident, now known to Matthew as Gilbert, halted for a moment inquisitively, before bursting into a laugh that nearly replicated his brother if it wasn’t accented – ‘Although this one feels…nicer to hear than Alfred’s..’ Finally, really paying attention to the skinny man Matthew noted the lopsided creased ‘Kings of Leon’ shirt (A band Matthew actually enjoyed!) and the low riding jeans that hung dangerously on the pale hips. Blushing and feeling more out of place than usual, the artist let out a tiny huff of discomfort.
“My name’s Matthew Williams…Technically William-Jones but. I prefer-I mean- just Williams is better.” Out came the scattered words from the red cheeks,
“As in William-Jones like Alfred William-Jones?” ‘Typical. Of course, this hot handsome interesting guy knew his brother. ‘Game over, no point attempting to be friendly now- ‘
“Mattie? Hey? You’re zoning out again, you alright ja?” a hand had reached up to Matthew’s fringe,
His deeper thoughts subsided as he responded to Gilbert who was now closer and looming over him; almost touching his messy hair. With a small ‘eep’ Matthew shrunk at the student’s proximity and lack of boundaries. The silence was deafening when you realised all that could be heard was the rather sped up breathing of two college idiots gawking at each other, needless to say, he flurry of confusion, uncertainty and perplexity were tangible between the bated breathes. Everything they ever knew about connecting with someone seemed to click into place and while they both weren’t aware that they were on the same page, they both thought the same thing at that very moment:
Fuck. He’s my Type.
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[PruCan] Chapter 3: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.)
“…..Hey! I should hire you to be my animator!”
Gilbert had gushed out the words as If the suggestion held no consequences. It wasn’t easy to agree to accept a role with little to none reward on top of the already exorbitant piles of coursework which tormented any student…that and the pure fact animation took lots of time- time that some would say they did not own or could not conceivably plan out to section off their talents. Art was supposed to be fun, rewarding, fulfilling. It was always an escape for Matthew and to even consider using any free time (something he did not really have nowadays) on projects that weren’t collectively his own sounded like a plunge into self-afflicted failure.
The last time he dabbled in a project that took over his free time, it was a family chore; almost everything involving Alfred felt like a chore. He had been strapped into the position of creating a concept image for another one of that horrible engineering thingy-ma-bobs Alfred designed. No pay and definitely no reward unless you regard crushing hugs and endless “I knew you could do it bro!” as a deserved gift. It was gruelling. It was work, not exactly ‘art’…
Still…This storyboard contained copious amounts of promise, something I haven’t seen in a while. Sure, Results may not prove worthy and it could be an utter failure, heck his ‘director’ might be a hellish nightmare to deal with (‘He reminds me of Alfred…not necessarily a good sign…’) in spite of all of this Matthew’s slight weakness came into play:
Working with Gilbert was a risk.
Danger. Potentially hazardous to his schedule and academic prospects. That sounded hot fun. To the common public, Matthew was unrecognisable. They, understandably, only saw a fellow who resembled a prodigy- the undesirable sibling that was mentioned in a footnote. A small detail in the background of a portrait of someone much more important. If he was noticed and thoroughly acknowledged, the most people understood was that he was soft-spoken, he was very good at art and was respectful of others.
That’s true but horrifically, Matthew was, realistically, extremely bored. Bored and so unmotivated for anything but art. The craving for something more than just paint on a basic canvas was evident, and his creative mind had been screeching for something more tantalisingly sustaining. Call it what you may, sadistic to his sleep and/or work process or a terrible decision to his report card, Matthew loved risky things. Like hockey.
Maybe that’s why he liked art? His parents responded negatively to his progression into art as it seemed dangerous; a traditional occupation like becoming doctor was bound to be a safe job prospect rather than a ‘starving’ artist. It held so much value. And once again…
Gilbert was a Risk.
That was a factor that changed his hesitant decision to not take the job, taking up the offer seemed like the only real choice. Being slightly ‘unsafe’ sounded…unchained. Of course he would have rules and deadlines but still, it was a creative process that he could let take over his uninterested mind. He was going to do it.
“Okay. Yeah that-That sounds good-“
“Wait?! Really Holy shit danke!”
“I didn’t finish” Matthew's voice had taken a more serious tone as he announced his guidelines, “If I agree, I want something in return and I want a freer rein on your story. I want to be able to change some scene ideas, we work as equals on this or else I don’t do it.”
The media student blinked in reply blankly before nodded his head in understanding,
“…so Mattie, What do you want in return?”
Contemplating on what he wanted, the blonde man debated over what could be a gain from Gilbert. At first, he pondered over getting the media student to buy his coffee every morning so he wouldn’t have to leave his bed early but the responsible voice in his head told him that would be stupid. Laundry after his hockey would be useful but then again, it would be weird having someone know about his hockey obsession in detail...He doubted the paler man knew any good weed dealer so that was out of the picture (Besides, his Dutch childhood friend, Tim, already sources that for Matthew).…that and a near-to-stranger acquaintance should definitely not be involved with his- rather unsavoury- habits
“Can I use you as a Model?”
If it was possible to be strangled by silence, Matthew would have been killed that very moment. In the process of getting ready to blurt out a very traditional Canadian ‘sorry, it’s alright to say no’ Gilbert had narrowed his eyes before eerily nodding for himself as if he had just made a deal with a devil he might regret years down the line. The two boys scrambled to sorting through the intricate plan that the albino has created, marking key scenes and a draft template Matt would draw digitally later on in the ‘calmer’ hours of Friday- if anything like that actually existed, Matthew had convinced himself that the paper drawing would be relatively smooth-sailing to replicate. Sharing toothy grins and even the occasional shuffle and chuckle over new concepts, excitedly the boys exchanged numbers and sorted out deadline dates.
Conversations on 'actual' work diminished and at some point, Matthew’s unfinished summer painting was forgotten; as well as Gilbert’s laptop lid closing, the entire device tucked and buried under paperwork. Bands, Movies and stories flew from each other’s heads into the reciprocating ears back and forth. It felt natural. It felt comforting. It felt nice. Just occupying the former exhaustion of usual loneliness with new found company felt indulgent, really this was something the blonde had been yearning for the past few isolated months (He had friends just not those who were exactly ‘easy’ to talk to). As the boys fondly conversed over everyday idle chat the soft beat of Motion City's Soundtrack 'The Future Freaks Me out' played on- Just as Mattie Noticed from the band shirt, Gilbert had the same taste in music. The thrill of it all sounded lame when he realised he was excited over having a decent conversation, at this point 'what could really get in the way of this perfect afternoon of random sketching and laughable jokes?'
“Heyyyyyy sib….so I was wond-“ Well. The peace lasted while it could. A drastically loud boisterous voice pierced through the solace. Midway the voice seemed to die and as Matthew looked up he realised his newfound peace would be ruined for the rest of the evening, at least that's what could be interpreted when he witnessed his brother's expression:
"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?" Alfred had choked out and had nearly completely crumpled whatever paper he had been holding. Wincing at the aggressive yet usually intrusive nature and tone of his brother Matthew leant forward with head in his hands and let out what could only describe as a disappointed moan and sgot up stumbling towards his brother.
"Has anyone ever uprightly told you how dramatic you are? I doubt Arth-"
“HEY HEY NO WE ARE NOT DISCUSSING ARTHUR RIGHT NOW-MATTIE WHAT IS HE DOING IN HERE?!”
If anything, Gilbert was less insulted by being referred to as ‘he’, the majority of his feeling of discomfort stemmed from the fact Alfred never mentioned he had a cute ass brother. Tempted to interject the one-sided conversation, he spectated the two squabbling siblings with the cuter one physically holding Alfred at the door by the shoulders. Wait- Is Matthew Canadian?- Actually, that's a stupid question of course he is...It was obvious considering the boy's room was adorned with RED fucking EVERYWHERE, the occasional hockey sweater on the wall and crooked postcards of typical tourist hotspots like Niagara Falls (Not to mention Canadian flags on any item possible as if some cheesy gift Canadian tourist gift shop- Gilbert had noticed even the abandoned pens on the desk had maple leaf emblems)
But that didn't really add up. The media major tried to do the calculations in his head:
Alfred = American? Yes That's right...
Matthew = Canadian? Well duh, they discussed that earlier and the room...
Matthew = Alfred Brother???
"Um So...if Mattie is Canadian then how is Alfred Americ-"
"IT'S A FAMILY THING" Both of the two mumbled out as they continued to fuss over each other. Finally, Matthew had stopped Alfred rude gawking and had started lecturing Al over god-knows-what.
*Buzz* *Buzz*
From his jeans pocket, the Prussian could feel the 'so-very-important' calls of his younger brother, deciding that continuing his project with Matthew would be hopeless with both Alfred and an impatient Ludwig he promptly decided to slip out passed Alfred and bid farewell to the cutie from the room next door. Was I imagining it or was Matthew blushing? Oh verdammt.
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[PruCan] Chapter 7: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/36523755
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Depression, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied.
Filming was only fun when you were in control. As pessimistic or ridiculous as it sounded Gilbert detested actually acting for someone else’s film – especially when his student director was another film grad struggling to work a camera for their important overdue coursework piece. However, as much as it pained him to admit – he promised Antonio to be a part of his film, just like how he had dragged the Spaniard into his last work, returning the favour was expected of him.
“A Little bit more of you-know Gil! Act!” He groaned as he moved into another position, redoing the same shot that had been tirelessly filmed over and over again.
“Can’t you get your tomato-kid to do it next time? Wouldn’t he be better for this film- I doubt I’m the best actor.” squabbling at his close friend Gil sighed once more as they started to pack up, he had to leave now or else he would be late for work.
The brown haired accented man turned to the albino with a foolish comedic pout in response to the question, becoming defensive over the mention of his totally-not-crushing-hard attraction to a boy in the younger years. Putting on an old black beanie (attempting to hide his ruffled hair from the lack of sleep) Gilbert waved goodbye, trotting down out the campus park towards the large Himaruya Academy gates. Yawns flew out easily and like a cat, he stretched his arm, backpack in the other, as he realised just how tired he was from talking to Matthew and then filming could be. Saturdays were nice enough, like a little gift between the chaotic schedules he had begun to call normality. It usually consisted of a good morning and a single shift down at the music store – a job he enjoyed thoroughly out of all the part-time responsibilities he had taken up. It occurred very well to him that he would have been a music student if media hadn’t become a passion. He definitely fit the ‘Aesthetic’ of a music student at least, as cliché as it sounded. His red band shirt and black jeans matched perfectly with his woolly beanie and snow white fringe, his wrists were encased in a plethora of mismatched bracelets, some silicon from obscure charity campaigns and other threaded purchased at small stalls found at the carnival.
As he made his way behind the counter of the silent music store he whistled incomplete songs and sat on the bar stool. It was nice. The alone time he meant, but as the hour grew longer and only the occasional customer and the other part-timer store assistant popping in from the storage, Gilbert could feel the air become tense and his mind muddled from thoughts. He never really like being alone for too long. It was- It reminded him too much of the times he used to loathe. It only recently became an issue, being alone with his thoughts. For the past few months, he had been working constantly, or studying or sitting in class idly. The vivid noises of shouting from the kitchens of his waiter jobs or the familiar musty smell of the books from the library he worked part-time in, the incessant chatter or classmates he would never know the name off. And now? Silence? It felt wrong. Strange. Scary almost-
DING!
??? @ 3:00pm [what a rude way of giving someone your number.]
He snorted, it must’ve been Mattie, and he had sneakily left his phone number on a nearly discarded napkin while the Canadian had been distracted with his portfolio during the morning coffee. I wonder if he is actually pissed? No he’s proba-
??? @ 3:02pm [Wait this is Gil’s number right?? Hello?]
Of course. No doubt Matthew Is the shy type. He grinned.
G @ 3:03pm [new phone who dis???
jk It is I the awesome Gilbert, Hi Mattie!]
M @ 3:04pm [Haha very funny (-_-) . Good just checking. What time are you coming round?]
G @ 3:06pm [My shift ends round 5pm-ish? I’ll drop by around then if it’s okay :D]
M @ 3:06pm [Sure!]
He faltered. Along with the Canadian boy’s text his phone had received a notification of his organized online notebook (Don’t judge, he’s more organized than he lets on) - It was a reminder to transfer some funds to Ludwig’s account this month. He sighed, wheezing in slight displeasure at the sight of his banking credentials in comparison to the price of the new textbooks Luddy had ordered - even with both of them on part-time, and Ludwig’s scholarship, it seemed as if the second he got his money back it was taken away. Gilbert would never be as unjust as to blame his brother for their financial shortcomings. Don’t get him wrong, they weren’t dirt poor- A hard work ethic was surely a Beilschmidt trademark between the siblings for as long as he could recall - it’s just that he needed a bit of a break from schmoozing and all the jobs.
Speaking of jobs, his little inner dilemmas were stalled as some teenagers strummed broken melodies on the sample guitars off the display. Each sickly played sound seemed to only kill the attempt of the infamous ‘Wonderwall’, each pluck crudely sounding greatly out of tune, to much of the german’s dismay. Why is it that all customers think they can play?
“I have an appointment later today actually at, uh around 7, I mean- you could- instead of just driving...I would like company today, I know that’s awfully late but I need you to sign off for me.” Matthew murmured lowly, his eyes captivated on non-existent dust particles rather than his brother. Although Matthew could attend his sessions by himself (Mind you he was always a big boy about his counselors and the various therapy solutions he had endured), with the new introduction of his reinstated prescriptions his therapist prefered to have someone sign off - proof He was taking the treatment seriously and was willing to keep a support system in place. To not “shake the boat and sink it himself” per say.
“Is..that so? When did I become a trusted adult?” Trying to lighten the mood from before, Al patted his brother on the shoulder, but he knew it was difficult for his brother to ask for his help. Matt liked to fight his own battles, he always kept things private and only took to arms when someone else was caught in the crossfire; signing for him was the least Alfred could do to help. He questioned whether or not that meant Matthew wanted him inside for this session, and with a clear nod the two silently agreed that not a word of this would reach their mother.
“Why is it such a late slot today? You usually take the afternoon ones right?”
“Oh uh Dr Paisley only had this slot cus I...I canceled Friday afternoon ones, I didn’t enjoy wasting those precious weekend hours hah.” he had started fidgeting within his red hoodie, both brothers had retired onto Alfred’s tiny singular dorm bed, squished close together as if little kids at a sleepover again. The American hummed in agreement and as they both rested for a bit, soaking in the comfort of family, they planned to have dinner together for once. Screw the food hall, after picking and joining Matthew at Dr. Paisley’s office they’ll hike up to that dingy roadside diner just off campus. The one with the shoddy light bulbs and the old waitresses that preserved the diner’s 60s dated ambiance. At some point, Al had migrated to his desk seat and was deep in thought as his brother dozed off for a bit on his bed. He felt...he felt like he needed to say something to Matthew, as if their communication needed to be, cleared up. after today, Alfred's heart tugged him to speak for a moment, waking his brother for a short second.
“Matthew, I feel like..”
Listening, his brother fluttered his eyes open before propping himself with one hand up to half-heartedly hear what his sibling had to announce;
“Yeah?”
“I feel like I don’t think I believe in the whole ‘Family is fostered through unwavering loyalty’ shit..” apart of him knew not of where he was going with this but for a moment between the two twins, that second it felt right to spill;
“Don’t get me wrong, Mum and- dad, dad tried very hard. Tried. Family..isn’t about listening to whoever or saying whatever just cus you’re blood. We can’t fall to blind fake loyalty alright? So..”
Matthew looked slightly afraid, if not confused, at the words of his brother. Alfred was afraid of what he was saying just as much.
“So..if you ever feel, like you don’t want to deal with mum or dad” he paused, voice almost whispering as if talking to himself, “or me, then know I understand if I did anything to break the loyalty between us okay dude? I want to know that we’re okay. And I want you to know that however you’re feeling, pretending to be okay for me is not loyalty, it’s lying. Please just, talk to me. Talk when you can.”
His brother sat up fully now, engulfed in that bright red hoodie and all.
“Okay Al. I know.” it was...concerning seeing his usually peppy brother so serious. Hugging for a short few minutes and finishing up, Matthew left his brother’s dorm with so much of a soft click of a closing door. Letting out a huff, it felt as if the Canadian had been holding his breath for the entire hour. It was really...nice(?) he had a real talk with his brother like Tim had advised, it was a good step and now he was set for today’s session in that clammy counselor’s office. Great, it was 3 already? Seeing the time, he shot Gilbert a text and started Trekking back to his dorm. lulling his thoughts down, he was focusing on the next thing on his emotionally tedious inner checklist: Making sure his heart wouldn’t explode when he sees that Gilbert after this. Some painting would be nice right now.
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[PruCan] Chapter 6: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/28894599
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Depression, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.)
It perplexed him. Those strange looks, sometimes a smug smile accompanied by what were out-of-place unsure eyes, an uncharacteristic hum and hurried glances that threw Matthew off. He liked to believe growing up as a wallflower he could interpret the little habits and expressions people displayed but the strawberry blonde was never so irked by a person’s tendencies. Most reactions were predictable once you’ve lived with someone like Alfie; God knows how repetitive his life was whenever Alfred messed things up. Gilbert seemed to be deep in thoughts as they walked towards the café and the air seemed to have a tension that shouldn’t have sprung up in the first place. Maybe it was the artist inside of him that pressed him to admire Gilbert, he had been Side eyeing the man casually as they discussed coursework on the way there. Okay…Maybe it was the overall active nature of his gay thoughts that lead him to really admire Gilbert. A little bit of rosy tint on those pale cheeks and even just with those cute chuckles underneath his breath, it was hypnotising to watch those red eyes dart from the floor and back- Oh shoot he’s looking at me.
“Mattie? Hello….earth to Matthew?”
“Ah sorry um. Yeah- Gil?”
“I was just wondering I know I asked before, what you were doing…Last night?” digging his hands further into his hoodie’s pockets, he gulped.
“Oh you know, some work, and went to a friend’s place to talk about stuff.”
Gilbert seemed to buy it. The last thing he needed right now was someone blabbering to Alfie about his brother’s secret social life. God, he sounded paranoid. The quiet and cosy atmosphere of the café allowed them both to relax as they ordered 2 coffees (including a maple cookie!) Gilbert proved to be highly efficient when it came to matters planning.
“I just don’t understand why you want to change this scene?” Matthew stared harder at the document that had been scribbled on multiple time leaving the page scuffed up and blurry with all the erasing of the lead. Incredulously his new ‘director’ wanted to remove a beautiful scene that had been in Matthew’s artistic brain already
“It just seems a bit cliché, the sitting under a tree and stuff- apologising, I wrote it a while back so I don’t reall-“
“I still think I should draw it! It’s c-cute. Very romantic.” it didn’t occur to him how long they had been sitting together. Halfway through a chuckle (Matthew had good jokes! At least Gil laughed!), He heard the self-labelled Prussian murmur:
“…How did I not know you were in the dorms? Before we met I mean?”
Yes. How did they not see each other? Maybe it was Matthew’s unorganised late morning rushes out the door or the fact Gilbert took different classes and had multiple work shifts? Strange indeed. The albino always gave off this strange and alluring aura. He shook his head, calming down from his fit of laughter and gave a confident shrug as he sipped more of his coffee. There were a lot of questions – “If Alfred is in an advanced course what is your plan is?” “Wait?? You’re taking higher level art?? Is that a thing?!” – Matthew, in turn, asked a lot of questions as the man in front of him seemed mysteriously unwilling to really talk about himself.
“O-oH Ludwig is your brother?” That was cool, Ludwig was currently in foundation sciences as he was a year younger than Alfred and Matthew. He only knew this because Alfred once mentored the kid in junior engineering – Ludwig was a well-known prodigy and it was clear the older sibling took pride in his younger brother’s intelligence.
“How did you meet Francis?” It got a nervous reply out of that one, apparently those two knew each other through high school and were pretty close- now that he recalled he does remember Franny talking about some Spanish guy and a Germanic hooligan, Evidence of this were left in form of photos of prohibited teen parties were littered haphazardly on Francis’ Instagram .
“Enough questions Mattie…soooo…I’ve got to go, I’ve got film right now-“
“oh oH I’m sorry! Please do go!”
“..Call me when you’re free. I’ve got a shift later but I should be off after that too.”
Shit.
Before he could look up and even see that smug son of a bitch leave the man disappeared leaving a scrawled number on an unused napkin. Fuck when did he do that? Gilbert seemed nice, not judgemental- if anything I was being the rude one being so insistent on asking him about stuff…oh geez he knows Franny….
M @ 11:30: [How long have you known Gilbert Beilschmidt?]
F @ 11:33: [Oh and Bonjour to you too mon ami, I would have thought my nicer cousin would text me now and again but non… :( ]
M @ 11:34: [Boohoo, At least I still call- Alfred is still avoiding you.
F @ 11:35: [ :( !!! Anyway, what’s this about Gilly?
I’ve known him since boarding, He came to one of our home parties back when you visited my graduation….
Does someone have something to tell me, non?
Did he do something???
M @ 11:36: Non, Just working with him on a project. How’s Aunt Marianne?]
Last Seen online at 11:36
That motherfucker blue ticked him. Oh well. Matthew sighed as he twirled his pen in his hand, nonchalantly staring at his cold coffee. Maybe today would be a good day to check up on Alfred. Lazily, the Canadian stood up, grabbing his satchel as he spun round to leave. His twin had always been difficult but at the end of the day…they had always been there for each other. It was infuriating venting out to Alfred but after his jumbled head had decided to spill to ‘Tulip Boy’ last night he figured that speaking to his unconditionally-loved brother was the best way to resolve the cloudy thoughts.
Al never seemed to like ‘quiet time’ or ‘real talk’. Like the time he had fought with Arthur and nearly dragged Matthew into the kerfuffle; almost getting the whole student body riled up on his silly personal issue with the Brit. However, when Alfred was quiet or secluded, purposefully isolating himself, it was because of something genuinely pressing. Matthew could remember those cold nights of the dingy camp cabins with Al sat closely beside him – hands trembling as he spoke about feeling out of place, Matthew just let him cry that night. Perfect prodigies can be unhappy too.
“COME IN!!” followed by a loud crash came from inside his brother’s room, Matthew had trudged his way in front of the dorm room – Al’s door was all the way further down the hall, a good amount of doors away. Like Matthew, the walls were full of merchandise that spoke of a pleasant childhood, filled and plastered with memorabilia of cheesy movies or patriotic souvenirs, not excluding the giant painting of the solar system Matthew had painted Alfred on his 15th Birthday.
“Oh Hey Mattie! Geez you’re still wearing that crap?!” The blonde boy spun round in his blue seat to face Matthew, Mocking his old yet-still-baggy hockey jersey.
Matthew snorted and dug his hands into his pockets as he settled down on the nearby bed and flung his satchel into the other’s lap.
“It’s comfy alright? I could say the same about that shitty jacket you still wear!” the boys sniggered.
After a good few minutes of Alfred ranting over his newest monster creation from the science block, Matthew decided it was time to actually get to the point of his visit.
“Hey Alfred…” Suddenly stopping midway in his speech on a ‘thingymabob-i-found’ the boy with the golden hair perked up, intrigued and slightly worried over the use of his name over the usual affectionate nickname.
Alfred was always the lucky one. No doubt about it. Growing up his father made it very easy to get him where he wanted; He was allowed to go to any camp he wanted, do any club he chose and to call Matthew whenever so needed. His natural smarts also played a major role in the success. It was so incredibly easy to shine that bright smile and play around when you know you’ve got things under control. Even after the separation, he knew how much his talents and easy-going attitude frustrated Matthew; how much confidence he had in comparison to his brother who had been shyer from the start.
He couldn’t have been any older than 13 when he first found out what had happened with Mattie. The quieter William-Jones boy had only revealed it to him at that summer camp, in that tiny shed-cabin made from rotting wood. It was a whole mistake, one the American bred brother wasn’t supposed to hear about until much later. It was scribbled haphazardly on a crumpled piece of paper.
“Mattie what’s this-“ it had fallen out of his brother’s bag as they were unpacking, The softer child had scrambled to snatch it out of Al’s quick hands.
It never did make sense until then. After the separation, time for the two to see each other was limited. When Alfred noticed Matthew never came to the free time activities at those camps they went to just for each other – it always seemed greedy, here Alfred was: after not seeing his brother for a whole year, he had signed up for a camp and he wasn’t even present to play at the lake! But Fuck. It made so much sense after that day.
“It’s n-nothing! Hey give it back!”
[ Appointment For: Matthew William-Jones]
This Student is excused from: Free Time @ Vermont Summer Camp
To attend an appointment in the camp counsellor’s office.
This will be regular weekly sessions: Every Friday
As Advised by: Dr O’Neal (Famiy Doctor)
With Permission of: Madeline Williams (Mother)
Thank You. Signed [ ~~~~~~~~~]
Eyes went wide in revelation, His heart twanged as he had stared at his brother who held his head down slightly ashamed that he hadn’t told him.
“Matt-“
“Just Don’t Al.”
That was the day he realised his brother had already grown up. Had grown apart. Had not told anyone. Now 5 years later he was certain his brother was better. He had been smiling, they had gotten to this university together, and they were going to conquer this goddamn world and now…now…now his brother was telling him that it wasn’t getting better?
“I didn’t want you to get upset Alfred. I know I was okay for a while-”
“How long have they been telling you?! I just don’t see why you need them, you don’t need them to..to- to function Matt!” the small bottle of pills had been taken out of the violet-eyed boy’s hands and dropped on the floor angrily. His sibling had gripped the corner of his old jersey anxiously as he witnessed Alfred’s angry confusion. Sometimes Alfred cursed himself for being gifted in mathematics and not chemistry or Biology. He could’ve made something to actually help Matthew.
“L-Look I know but I was told to try it again- I just…Look, Alfred, I haven’t told mum, I wanted you to know. I’ll get through it but I need your support...I don’t want to tell her.” That soft face had made Alfred gulp guiltily as he went to pick up the antidepressants once more. Sighing he returned it to his brother. He apologised dearly and drew him close for a sibling hug. He wanted the best for his brother.
“Thank you for telling me. I’m just surprised, shocked is all. When’s your next session, I could drive you?”
Matthew was definitely the ‘grown-up’ one.
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[PruCan] Chapter 5: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/26568750
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.)
It was already 10am. God forbid if his mother found out about his sleep patterns
Amusingly, Matthew’s tousled hair and overall disheveled Saturday morning look blended well with most of the bumbling students who had woken up and pranced through the dorm hallways. None of the other students would suspect him of convicting anything shady in the slightest sense. A boring boy would have a seemingly boring Friday night right? Besides, Weed isn’t that shady… While it may have seemed strange to witness him roaming around and suspiciously entering his room at an early 6am on a Saturday morning, the dorm supervisor barely gave a questionable but passing gaze. ‘If Vash didn’t know me he probably would just think I was another rascal coming back from a victorious hook-up, Hah I wish.’ Stretching his arm to reach his bedside table, His phone had beeped in the earlier hours of the day, sometime around 7am Tim had left an eerie text that Matthew could understand very clearly.
T @ 7:18am [You did it again last night, Maybe you should talk to Al about what’s on your mind. Just checking, same time Friday as usual, or is being late the new normal?]
Matthew groaned. His activities last night were somewhat a blur: as usual, he got some good kush with Tim, maybe popped a beer and did ‘It’ again… but all in all, stealthily left the house at around 5ish? It was already nearing lunchtime and the violet-eyed hooligan had only just rolled out of his covers (In his defence he was up most of the night!). Shit. A beer, he recalled thoroughly now the more he thought about it: He had a few beers- that on top of the drug-induced daze, of course he did ‘it’. His consciousness pestered him with a bit of held-back guilt. Matthew knew what he must have done last night. Every now and again – more frequently than he likes to admit – after a chug of beer and a dosage of really good free weed, the Canadian would get embarrassingly laidback with whoever was unfortunate to accompany him at the time. Clingy was the better way to describe it. He knew he could escalate into terrible rambles about his life problems or anything on his mind while mindlessly throwing himself onto his dealer. ‘What better way to show how insecure you are than crying while high?’ Tim was always held victim to these speeches and cuddling, it had become an issue a while back when the Dutchman had gotten a girlfriend (Whom of which Matthew was not a big fan of – she always made fun of his glasses), she used to join them in the weed and would look disgustingly at Matt. The blonde still felt a bit of remorse and culpable of their premature breakup; Tim said it was mutual though. That aside, the blanket covered boy bit his tongue back in guilt, he was probably annoying Tim with his horrible habits and tendencies, it was a miracle his childhood friend was used to it. For now, I’ll just send an apology, which would suffice right?
M @ 9:54am [ah sorry about that- I still owe you a coffee for last time, thx for the heads up. Fridays times won’t change, Wanna grab some coffee in 30?]
T @ 10am [Not today, You know me, I’ve got some house chores this morning]
Rolling his eyes with a comfortable chuckled Matthew was determined to apologise somehow to the Dutchman.
M @ 10:21am [Is gardening really more important than me L? Jk, Tomorrow then?]
Seeing there would be no reply for a short while he thought of ways to complain about his brother without making it a replay of last night. Perceptively, after throwing his phone somewhere else on the bed, he noticed his mahogany coloured door had been left open – did he leave it open when he came back earlier?? A common practice of leaving the door open was fine however usually in most cases…you have to open the door yourself. Gathering his senses the Canadian who was still clad in his old hoodie laid back for a few seconds to fizzle out any panic over this door situation. Music Streamed defiantly into his ears that caught his attention, The smooth voices of The Dandy Warhols were crystal clear: Who the hell plays music with his doors open in the afternoon?? It was an unspoken policy to keep booming music for Friday and Saturday nights.
“GILLLBEEERRT.” Matthew’s voice croaked out trying to garner the attention of his newly discovered neighbour and his overwhelming music. Very quickly he got a response: The music had paused and he could hear some murmurs of people outside whispering words close to: “Did he just manage Gil to turn off-“ or “How come when I-“ The exhausted art student didn’t bother to hear the ending of those sentences as the albino padded his way to the doorframe. Even without his glasses, he could see Leaning confidently with crossed arms, Gilbert was tutting at him.
“Ah so sleeping beauty has finally awoken.” Spectating the tangled mess of sheets and his lopsided hair, those red eyes and smirking lips continued on, “You slept through this entire morning as if you were dead to the world!”
“Yeah Yeah shush it, and quit it with the loud music and open doors.” The blonde mess dove straight face first back into a nearby pillow and muffled out “Saturdays are sleep in days for some of us.” Apparently to Gilbert that was the wrong answer to a question he never asked.
“Woah NO! Look you signed a deal with the devil, You gotta wake up and work on the animation with me!” incomprehensible groans was all the silver-haired ‘devil’ would get back. I am not getting up. “I came to see you earlier but you were passed out, Vash mentioned you arriving back here at around 6am? Care to explain?”
“Piss off hoser, none of your business” shifting himself while grasping onto his covers he let an arm poke out for the silver-haired boy to see a rude middle finger. “I'm literally not obliged to reveal my Friday night plans to you”
Weirdly enough, Gilbert felt disheartened by Matthew’s refusal to spill any beans. Attempting to get the Canadian out of his slumber was trickier than he would’ve imagined; this adorable motherfucker is like a hibernating bear verdammt. First, he attempted tugging the red cotton apparel but a hand would sneak its way swatting away the attack. A combination of tugging and shaking was put into practice and for a moment it worked to stir the resting sleeper. Until Gilbert found his hand in a grapple that resembled the grip of his brother in a pissed mood. Actually, Never mind. Ludwig’s grip could not compare to the strength he was currently experiencing.
“MatMatMATTIE owwww” Upon hearing the well-deserved whines, the laying aggressor released Gilbert’s painful hand. Slowly but surely the mop top long-haired Canadian got up and rubbed his eyes, The Prussian was still looming over him and found himself inquisitively admiring Matthew. A yawn or two later Matthew mumbled out a request for Gilbert to reach over and grab his folded glasses that had been left haphazardly on the desk nearby. His fingers fumbled when he had been passed the glasses and as those beautiful violet irises came into view. God, they are so pretty.
“I only wanted to tell you to shut off your dang music!” The shorter boy snapped at him, in turn Gilbert raised his eyebrows in confusion
“I thought you like my music?”
“There’s a difference between liking the music and playing it at the right time”
Scoffing as he was left voiceless without a good response to retort, he watched from the side as the boy groggily got up and saunter into the bathroom with a clean set of clothes. Still not satisfied with his project partner's reaction he sat lazily on the messy bed with his arms back gazing towards the slightly-but not completely closed toilet door. A sharp ping notification rang through the room and Gilbert was tempted to check the Canadian’s red cased phone left on the bed-
“Gil Can you check that for me! My pass is 1812”
With a ‘sure thing’ that sounded a bit too eager, he opened the phone to the latest text labelled under the contact “Tim Van De Berg”, a Name that sounded awfully familiar
T @10:27am [Ouch, You know you like my flowers - Sure thing but you’re paying after last night. Time?]
“He says he wants you to pay…for uh-coffee…and when?” Gilbert spoke out to garner the reaction to write out a response, carefully scrolling up as if an investigator. ‘After last night’ did…was this Tim guy dating Matthew? Why should you care, you only just met him, god stop being such a fuckboy-
“Tell him “whatever tulip boy, tomorrow 9am”, Matthew had ambled out the lone bathroom still yawning with his hair in a haphazard attempt at a bun, the golden curls seem to be slipping out of the black hairband weakly, Reminiscent of a certain Frenchie.
He gulped, whispering the thought louder than he thought he would,
“…you look kinda like Francis” Lord this boy is a genetic masterpiece.
“Fran-? Francis Bonnefoy?” Puzzled yet pleased that Matt knew the Frenchman he was thinking about, he perked up, nodded with a cosy smile and a tilted glance.
“Oh Well I would be worried if we didn’t look similar, He’s my cousin!” the red boy who slept in an oversized hockey jersey (That was slipping off his shoulder and definitely giving a good view) shrugged with a delicate grin and went to a small pile of clothes. Sitting with definite interest, Gilbert learned all about Matthew’s family from the tiny details the boy had been mindlessly and needlessly spewing out.
He thought for the longest time his family life was complicated, holy fuck, Matthew’s was a mess. Matthew’s Mother (Or Maman as he had a tendency to call her after slipping into his soothing French-Canadian accent) is a Parisian-born, yet Canadian-raised lady who so happens to be the sister of Francis’ mother. Originally ‘betrothed’ into a ‘Quote on quote’ terrible relationship, she bore twins: Matthew and Alfred. Soon a divorce had been put into place once they were 7 years old and led to Al being shipped downwards to America while he stayed in the frosty North. For a long time, they only saw each other at summer-camps their parents had agreed to send them to. Some years, if they weren’t holed up together at tiresome stereotypical camps, it was at their extended family’s reunions. If it was their father’s side, it would be some obscure village in the UK; otherwise, their mother would demand to ship them to Auntie Marianne, where Francis would be waiting to see how much his cousins had grown – even if he was only 1 year older than them.
“Growing up, Alfred always preferred to have Jones as his last name because of dad. For me it was more familiar to be known as Williams. Ha-ha- Look at me. I-I um, I’m rambling – Oh GOD I need coffee” whining out, this was the most grumpy face he had ever imagined to see on that glowing face.
Gilbert had turned around earlier to face the now closed bedroom door as he waited for the other teen to change out of his PJs. They exchanged exasperated mumbles of how difficult childhood could be.
“So….? Uh when can we work on the project?”
“Want to do it now over some coffee? I just got blown off by my usual coffee company anyway.” Listening to the proposal, he couldn’t understand why he sounded so relieved hearing Matthew so unaffected by whoever that was that said no to coffee. He unconsciously grimaced at what Vash had told him this morning when he had been looking for the Canadian: “He was sneaking back into his room around 6am.”
I hope this Tim guy only blew off coffee and nothing else. Scheisse stop being such a perv goddamit.
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