Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 5

Finally! A long overdue chapter. Sorry!

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 Arthur looked over to me, noticing how tense I was.

 "Sorry Kiku couldn't come. He's sick at the moment, actually." He finally spoke up, relieving the obvious tension that swarm through the house. I let out a light laugh.

 "It's fine! Totally fine!" I gave Arthur a grin, and he sighed.

 "What is it that you need to talk about now?" He asked me. He was met with silence. Pure silence.

 "It's Matthew, isn't it?" I nodded. "Can we talk about it upstairs? I mean, I don't want Miche' or dad to know, just in case they come in." Arthur nodded at me, waiting for me to go up the stairs, which I did.

 Once we got to my room, I locked the door behind him, and plopped on my bed. I was expecting Arthur to complain about how messy my room was, but he didn't. I think he could notice that I was stressed about this all.

 "Well," Arthur started, sitting on my bed, as well. "Tell me what's going on."

 I rolled over onto my side, holding my head up with my arm. "I'm actually scared for Mattie, Arthur." I said, seriously. I felt so out of character by admitting it, but it was the truth. A hero has to have his serious times too, right?

 Arthur gave me a nod, and I took it as he wanted me to go on. So I did just that.

 "Like, really scared. He's been acting weird since last week, and I'm thinking that Gilbert is the whole entire reason behind it." I explained, frowning somewhat as I sat up.

 "Now that you mention it, he hangs around him more in class...Well, you can't be too sure about it. Have you tried asking him about it, or anything?" Arthur suggested to me, and I sighed, shaking my head.

 "Every time I ask him about Gilbert, he gets all defensive and shit!" Arthur now took the time to shake his head.

 "No, not that. I mean about how he's feeling? You said that last week he seemed distant, and he barely talked about anything."

 "I never really did ask that.." I told him, and then groaned. "I really don't know what to do!"

 "Don't get too frustrated, Alfred." Arthur told me. "It's all you really can do, for now." I sighed, before he spoke again. "I can watch him during classes, if you want. I do have him in most of mine."

 I could practically feel my pout grow into a grin now. "You'd do that?" I rhetorically asked, before hugging him. "Thank you, Artie!" I exclaimed, sounding the brightest I had all day. Arthur let out a bit of a sigh at this, but as usual, I pretended not to notice.

- Gilbert's POV -

 I heard the door open from downstairs, which meant Ludwig must be home. I let out a light yawn, since I must have fallen asleep. I sat up, and stretched my back, feeling the side of my face throb slightly. I probably should have put ice on it, but hey, I've had worse. I stood up from my bed and grabbed a pair of black jeans from my dresser, then headed off to the small washroom that was connected to my room. The washroom didn't have much, just a sink, a mirror, a toilet, and a cabinet. The bathroom that had a shower was on the main floor, but who said I minded that?