Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 4

Not a lot in Gil's POV this time.. It's mostly Matthew's.

And it's a bit angsty, too. I actually teared up!

Oh, also, thanks for the reviews!

 It had been a week since the rooftop incident, Matthew and I had became surprisingly closer, and here I was, sitting in my room, with a bruised, swollen cheek. From Alfred. Of all fucking people.

 Gilbert had decided that today, he'd hang out with Matthew today. Or, at least try to. He knocked on the door, greeted with Alfred, with Matthew standing behind him, eyes sad.

 "I already said I wouldn't let you hang out with this guy." He said to Matthew openly, and Gilbert was met with a fist to his cheek.

 "That was really stupid of you to come here!" The American yelled, as Gilbert stepped backwards quickly, bringing his hand up to his reddening cheek.

 Matthew gasped as he watched all of this, and winced, a look of horror swiping across his face. He looked over to Gilbert first, and then looked at his brother.

 "Alfred! Why would you do that?" The blond questioned, his voice wavering.

 Alfred just huffed in anger, staring at Gilbert. "Go away, Gilbert. You changed, and I do not want you near Mattie." He stated in a firm voice. Gilbert just chuckled at this. "People change for reasons." He replied to Alfred, a sour grin on his face.

 "Fuck off. You don't have any reasons." Was Alfreds reply to that. Gilbert just scoffed. "Fine. I'll leave." He hissed at the American, giving Matthew a small, sad smile before he turned around, leaving.

 During the whole scene, Matthew had a pained expression on his face.

 I chuckled to myself, remembering the memory. Maybe seeing Matthew wasn't the smartest idea I had. I just wanted to see how he was doing, but it seemed that Alfred still held things against me.

-Matthew's POV -

 As I watched Gilbert walk off, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wanted to go do something, follow Gilbert and make sure he was okay, but I didn't want to appear weak. Once he was gone, I quickly glanced in Alfred's direction for a few quick moments before I silently ran up to my room, slamming the door and locking it. I let the tears fall, thinking back to last night.

 "Mattie. I need to talk to you." Alfred stated to the said blond, in a stern voice. Alfred had just seen Matthew talking to Gilbert for the first time, and clearly, he didn't like that.

 Not giving him a chance to reply, he grabbed Matthews wrist, not tightly, but not gently either. Matthew let out a small wince at that. "Why are you hanging out with.. With Gilbert?!"

 Matthew tensed up, almost jumping at the sudden raised-voice. He didn't want to tell him that the man saved him from jumping off a roof, so he made up a quick lie.

 "Well, he doesn't seem that bad.." He said, nervously. It was partially the truth, at least.