Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 7

Hello~ Ahh, this is such a short chapter, but I really wanted to update. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I sigh as I lay my head down on the table, my lunch lying across from me. The rain is making me feel more drowsy than I should be, but yet, I don't feel as tired or sleepy, either. I glance to the window to my far left, my head still staying intact with the wooden surface. This was one of those times where I'm glad that the art room is left open and unattended, not to mention that this was my next class.

Truth is, I'd love to be out in the rain, letting it hit my skin instead of watching it make small veiny designs on the window The only problem with that was that I was beginning to come down with a cold, or that's what it seemed like. My head was pounding, my nose felt stuffy, my chest heavy and I felt completely feverish. The art room was probably the safest place for me to be at this moment. Unlike the school cafeteria, it was peaceful and quiet, with nothing to worry abou-

"Ay, Matt! Whatcha doin' by yourself?"

A certain silver-haired man made his way toward the seat infront of me, sitting down. I didn't even notice that the door to the room had opened. Gilbert decided to put a hand on my shoulder, lightly.

"Hey, Matt, you alright?" He asked. I decided not to respond, shutting my eyes a bit.

Gilbert had been worrying me, or what seemed like worry, since first class for some reason. Maybe I had been showing my symptoms more than I thought. Maybe I looked paler than usual or something. If I did, he didn't say all that much about it.

"Matthew, look at me for a sec." He spoke again. This wasn't a request, but more of a demand. I sigh, and roll my head up to look at him, steadying my head beneath my arms, putting them onto the table.

- Gilbert's POV -

For the first time in a while, Matthew looked directly into my eyes. His face looked pale, and his flushed up cheeks only made him look even more pale. His eyelids looked slightly puffy, as if he'd been rubbing them a lot or it were allergies season. He looked as if he were really warm, despite the thin fabric of the school uniform shirts. A frown made it's way to my face.

"Are you feeling alright?" I decided to ask him. He hadn't said a word to me since I walked in, so I was hoping he'd actually give me a reply. He looked back to the window for a moment, then back to me. I could only really assume he was thinking on how to reply. He then shrugged, and shook his head.

"I feel sick," He told me. "Gross, even." He sighed, relaxing his head once again.

"Why don't you go home for the rest of the day, then?" I asked. "Just skip it for once, you don't look like you feel good."

Matthew chuckled at my suggestion. "I've never skipped class before.. And it's just a small headache, really. Nothing to worry about." He explained, nodding.

I sighed. "It looks much worse than a headache, Matthew." I didn't want to really explain how he exactly looked to him, but you could see it plainly in his eyes.

I looked at Matthew, and watched him close his eyes for a few moments, before finally releasing a sigh. "Fine, it'd probably be best, anyway." He mumbled, sitting up and stretching. He had the short-sleeved uniform on, and his cuts from the other week were gone. I still can't believe it was almost a month ago, which was great. My train of thought was broken by a yawn.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later, Gilbert." He said, standing up. I chuckled.

"Nah, I'll skip with you." I said, standing up. "I'd give you a ride home, but my car isn't here today." I told him, and he just nodded and sighed.

"It's fine, really. I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to." He said, then started walking to the door. I looked at the time, there was about 15 minutes before lunch ended. I had more than enough time to get out without being caught. Once Matthew reached the door, he turned around to face me. "So, are you coming?" He asked.

"Well, yeah, duh." I told him, letting out a chuckle.

"Alright." He said, and walked out the door before I could actually catch up to him, so I walked faster. Once we got out of the art room, I was walking behind him, and I noticed something.

"Matt, why are you limping a bit?" I asked, out of pure curiosity.

- Matthew's POV -

I can't believe Gilbert noticed I was limping.. I thought I was hiding it so well, too. I sighed, it wasn't a huge deal, but to be honest, it hurt a lot.

"I tripped up the stairs earlier," I admitted, putting a hand behind my head. "It's no big deal, the stair just kinda hit my knee when I fell, so it hurts a bit." I saw Gilbert shake his head at this. I wish I could tell what he was thinking sometimes.

"I have a feeling that you should've went home then," He sighed. I frowned and decided to cut in before he could add on.

"Gil, I used to play hockey. I think I can handle this." I mumbled, rubbing my forehead. This headache was just getting worse with time, and as much as it was nice, Gilbert bugging me was not helping much. I watched him shake his head. Again.

He walked up to me and grabbed my arm. I'm not sure why, but I let him.

"Shit, you're freezing," He stated, with surprise, and chuckled. I just watched as he let go of me, and took off his navy-blue hoodie, and handed it to me. "Put that on." He stated, with a small grin.

"I'm too tired for this.." I mumbled, as I slipped the hoodie on, not zipping it up. It was slightly bigger than what I'm used to wearing, but a little smaller than Alfred's clothes. Plus, it was warm. Even with myself feeling warm already, I enjoyed it.

Gilbert chuckled as he grabbed my arm again, putting it on his shoulder. "Well, don't want you gettin' your cold worse, do you?" He asked me, and I shook my head.

"Hang on, 'cause we're going now." He stated, and I tensed my arm up so that I could keep it on him as we started walking to the entrance of the school. Then, I thought of something as he wrapped an arm around my waist for sturdiness.

"Do you need to go to your locker or anything, Gil?" I asked, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"Nope, I'll just call Ludwig after school and tell him I felt sick so he'll bring my stuff home." Gilbert chuckled. "You have to?"

"Nope," I shook my head. "I usually leave my stuff here, unless I need to. There's not much in my locker, anyway." I explained to him, awkwardly walking next to him. If there was a time I had to say I was closest to Gilbert, this would be this time.

I shuddered as we walked out of the building, hitting the cold, but nice air of rainy May.

- ?'s POV -

I frowned as I watched Gilbert and Matthew leave the school together. I never thought of Matthew to be a skipper, but it was most likely Gilbert's influence. They looked close, too. A little too close. I let out a harsh sigh and walked away. I had to, before I did something to hurt either of them. If I were to hurt Gilbert, that would just hurt Matthew, and I didn't want to do that.

Hope you guys liked that~ I liked writing it. And I just had to add that little extra POV there. We'll find out in the next few chapters on who it is~ I have plans.

Thanks for reading!