Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 9

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Also, apologies if there's OOCness.

I heard my bedroom door open, and then close immediately after. Looking at it, I flushed up. 'Crap, he must have walked in on me..' I thought. 'We're both guys, so it can't be too much of a problem, right? Still awkward.. I should have locked the door.' I scolded in my mind, and then sighed. I hobbled my way over to my dresser, and opened it, looking for something to wear.

After a few moments of looking, I settled with a light blue shirt and grey jogging pants that were a little too big for me, but just right all at the same time. It was comfortable enough, but I was still cold. Oh well, it'll be fine for the moment. I went over to the clothes on the floor, picking them up and holding my uniform in one arm, and Gilbert's navy blue hoodie in the other. The hoodie was a bit wet from the rain, and I sighed. 'Gilbert's uniform is probably wet, too..'

Pushing that thought aside, I walked outside of my room with the clothes in my hand, to find Gilbert lightly chuckling at his phone in his hand. I smiled slightly.

"What are you laughing about?" I decided to ask him, and he quickly raised his head at me, and then put his phone in his pocket, grinning.

"'Tonio was just telling me how Mrs. Nardell is tired of me skipping out or getting late a lot." He stated, pulling his back off of the wall. I shook my head with a sigh, then looked to the clothes in my arms.

"Well, you can go sit in my room if you want," I started, looking up at him. "I'm gonna put these in the laundry room, if you don't mind." He nodded, then glanced at his hoodie, a questioning look on his face.

"Oh, if you don't want me to dry it, it's all right." I stated, shifting my weight more onto my un-injured leg, and he chuckled.

"No, no, it's fine, I was just curious." He stated, then started to go into my room, then turned around. "Do you need any help getting there, or..?"

"No, I think I'll be fine." I smiled at Gilbert. "Thanks, though."

- Gilbert's POV-

I watched as Matthew left and then walked into his room, sitting on his bed, and sighing. 'I made things awkward, didn't I? I should have knocked..' I think to myself, feeling a light heat go across my face.

Chuckling, I shake the thought out of my head, putting the makeshift ice-pack down onto the bed and bringing a hand to my forehead, forcing my mind blank for a moment. Sighing, I lift my head up and look around Matthew's room from where I sat.

His room was pretty simple; his walls were a creamy white, a few windows on the opposite side of the door, a walk-in closet from the looks of it, a light brown dresser with a few framed pictures, a nightstand next to the bed, and one of those silly twin-sized beds with drawers on the side. The rest wasn't really all that important, since I didn't want to take in too much detail.

I heard a sneeze nearby and immediately looked over to the door, and I stood up. 'Looks like he really did catch a cold...' I thought, as Matthew walked in, his arms free of the clothing that he brought down before. Looking at his arms, I was still in disbelief of how quickly they healed.

"Sorry for taking so long." He stated, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked more up at his face, and chuckled at the apology.

"No worries, you didn't take all that long." I told him, then watched him slightly limp over to his bed, sitting down on it. "Did the advil kick in yet?" I decided to ask, merely being curious. He gave a slight nod.

"I think so," He lightly told me. "The pain seems to be holding off for now." He said, bringing up both his legs and rolling up the left side of his jogging pants just above the knee, and then rolling up the right, looking as if he was comparing the two. It looked kinda silly, really. First, he had his legs bent bent, with his bare feet flat against the bed, then he stretched his legs out fully, and repeated the action once more.

Matthew gave out a bit of an irritated sigh, sniffing his nose a bit, giving him a look like he was about to cry, which I doubt he was. "It's swelled a bit." He mumbled, then looked over at me. "You can sit down if you want, Gilbert."

I looked at a clock that was on one of his nightstands. 2:15, it said. I shook my head. "I should get going, so that I don't get caught by your brother." I told him, regretfully. I would love to stay with him, but I didn't want the kid getting in trouble, either.

"I understand," Matthew mumbled, and sighed, grabbing the bag of frozen peas and lightly resting it on his knee, letting out a light shudder.

"I wish I could find out what happened to make him so cold towards you.." He sighed out, a solemn look in his eyes. I hated doing this, but I decided to force out a chuckle.

"I don't think you'd wanna know, Mattie." I responded. And it was the bold truth, he didn't want to know. I had a feeling he'd hate me, too, if he knew.

Matthew just gave me a silent nod as he pulled the covers up to about his waist, still sitting up with his hands folded in where about his lap would be. He almost suited the looks of a hospital patient for a moment. It was sad to look at.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me," He started, looking over at me. "We all have our secrets. But if you want to tell me, I won't judge." He whispered so kindly, with the lightest smile. I could have sworn, at that moment, he was glowing with that smile. What was this feeling? Brushing that aside, I let out a chuckle, walking up to his side and kneeling to his level, patting him on the head with a grin.

"No need to worry about me, Mattie." I told him, removing my hand as he opened his eyes, looking down out me. I gave him a grin, and then looked at the clock. 2:24. "I really need to get going, though."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked as I was getting back up to standing.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, silly."

"Oh, right.."

I inwardly chuckled at this as I walked towards the door, turning around before leaving. "I'll see you on Monday, if you're feeling better."

"Right!" He nodded enthusiastically, with a light wave.

"Seeya, Mattie." I said, and with that, I left out of his room, and through his house, thinking that I'd probably best be leaving out the back door, just in case.

Woo we got some interaction~! Also, it looks like someone's finding their feelings? Hmm... I wanted to add more, but my brain just wouldn't allow it. It was like, 'no, you stop right there! That's perfect!', so.. Oh! Also, I've been wanting to do this, but it always slipped my mind, so I'll say it now! Thanks to everyone that's reviewed, favourited, and read so far!