Rooftops (Hetalia PruCan fanfic)

Chapter 11

Whoa hey guys! Oh, you guys will love this chapter. I got a few special appearances in here, as well.

Well, enjoy the read!

I look at the clock on the wall, lazily awaiting the bell to ring. I had finished my work, so there was absolutely nothing to do at this moment, other than listen to the chatter amongst the equally lazy students as me. It's only 10:40, so I still have about twenty minutes until I get out of class and meet Gilbert at my locker.

Yawning, I think back to first period, with our new seating arrangement. Our teacher makes a new arrangement every few months it seems, just so that we get used to change, and other people. Today, I sat next to a guy who seemed strangely familiar. He was much more taller than me, and has medium length hair, and it's somewhat a light sandy blond colour. He said his name was Ivan Braginsky. As I said earlier, he seems strangely familiar, but I can't place my finger on it.

My mind trails off from Ivan, and back onto Gilbert. I feel a soft smile slip onto my face as I think about how I'm pretty glad that we started talking and understanding one another. I also feel a familiar air from him when I'm around him just like Ivan, too. But it's different. It's like we were close at one point besides now, but something in me made me forget. Maybe if I just think harder... Think about his light skin that matches his oddly silver hair, that flush on his cheeks when he gets too close to me that match his deep red eyes, and then how he speaks with his somewhat accented voice-

Wait, am I really thinking this? About Gilbert? My cheeks flush up as I think more about it. What is this feeling? It's not... Love, is it? I sigh. It couldn't be; it's probably just the fact that we're so close, and he's the only person I talk to a lot. Besides, even if it was, Gilbert couldn't possibly like me back.

The bell finally rings, slowly dragging me out of my thoughts and back into the reality that is school and leaving me with a sigh. I grabbed my books and walked out into the hallway, about to walk over to my locker and meet up with Gilbert, until...

"Hej, Matt! Did we have homework for like, todays class?" A voice that anyone could pinpoint in a 5 mile radius spoke to me.

"Ah, hey, Feliks. No, I don't think we had any homework for tonight." I told him, turning around to face the blond Polish man. Some people said he looked girly, but he looks pretty normal to me.

"'Kay, thanks!" He said about to turn around, but stopped and looked at me. He gave me a somewhat serious look, which looked more silly rather than serious.

"Don't be afraid to talk to me, y'know? Like, we were friends in grade 9 and 10. I dunno what happened!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands into his hair dramatically. "Anyway, I wanna talk with you after school, so meet me at the front entrance, 'kay?" And without giving me time to answer, he ran off. I shrugged and made a mental note. That's just how Feliks is, and it's probably how he always will be. The only thing with him is, he always tries his hardest to play matchmaker. I don't know how he does it, but apparently, it usually works out. Thankfully, I can't vouch for that statement.

Glancing around, I'm actually kinda glad that he stopped me for a few minutes. The halls were a little more empty, and I could probably get over to my locker with more ease now. We were in the library today for English, which was on the top floor, so it would be a quick walk over to my locker, which is good. It's just quicker with less people around, and that's nice.

Getting over to my locker, I glance around. There's no sign of Gilbert yet, so I take my time opening my lock since I forgot to put in the combination earlier. Silently humming the combination as I spin the dial, I unlock it, then open my locker. Then, I realize that since I didn't bring my bag home over the weekend, that I didn't have anything to bring a lunch in. Oh well. I shrug it off; it's not too big of a deal, I can just eat when I get home.