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(A/N): I don't own Hetalia but you probably knew that :)
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Matthew's POV
(Re-Cap: He wanted to scream, to cry out, but he knew no one would hear him. No one ever had, and no one ever will.)
After what had felt like five years of deep breaths and self reassurances, Matthew was finally content.
Awwww, did the pathetic little baby finally calm down?
"Shut up," Matthew hissed.
Now now, no need to be so harsh~
"Why won't you just go away?" He groaned, plopping himself onto a conveniently-placed couch.
And what, miss all the fun? I think not.
Matthew didn't have the chance to honour that statement with an answer before the sound of a knock echoed through the small cabin. "Probably the wrong address.... it always is," muttered Matthew glumly as he approached the door. When the Canadian opened the forsaken door, he was greeted by the face of an albino man, about three inches taller than he was. The man wore a dark jacket, which went well with the jeans that were accompanying it. And to top it all off, the man wore a bright yellow scarf, which was decorated with a sequence of yellow birds.
"Hallo! I am ze awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, a.k.a your new neighbor!" Shouted "Gilbert", as he addressed himself.
"Uh... h-hello," Matthew stuttered, holding out his hand for a handshake. The man took Matthew'shand graciously and smiled.
"When are you planning on telling me your name?" Teased the albino man, making a noise that sounded like a snake, who had just drank about five Red Bull's. (A/N: Don't question my magical descriptions ♡)
"Oh! I'm sorry." Matthew gave him an apologetic look. "Matthew, Matthew Williams."
"Well, Matthew, mind if I come over later?" Asked the seemingly-bold Gilbert.
"W-Wait, what?" Matthew was dumbfounded by his supposed neighbors question.
"You know, I go to my house, unpack some, then come back here, maybe bring my friends with me, that whole thing," the albino explained, as though he were talking to a child.
"Yes yes, I know how coming over works," Matthew looked up at the man, taking notice that he hadn't kept eye-contact with him. "But why would you want to spend time with me?"
"Well, you seem interesting enough, not to mention you haven't slammed the door on my face yet."
Matthew gasped,"Well that would be plain rude of me!"
"So.... I'll come back around four?" Gilbert suggested.
"Well...." Matthew caved. "If you insist, but don't keep me waiting!" He joked, nudging his new-found neighbor ever-so-slightly on his arm. Yeah.... maybe this could work.
No, you know it won't. You'll just fuck it up like always, if they don't forget about you before you have the chance.
"-----hello? Matthew!" Gilbert waved a gloved hand upfront of the canadians face. "Earth to Mattie, come in Mattie!" Matthew blinked, looking back into the albino man's eyes.
"Mattie?"
"Well, yeah," Gilbert shrugged. "I figured it would be easier than calling you "Matthew" all the time."
"Oh, well in that case I'll call you Gil," Matthew replied.
"Well alrighty then!" Gilbert made the suspicious noise yet again. Seriously, what the maple is that? "So, I'll see you in exactly...." he looked at his phone. "T-minus three hours!" And with that, Matthew's temporary company had vanished.
He's not coming back, you know that, right?
"He'll come back," he replied, half convincing himself. "He said he would be, and I trust him."
Trusting a complete stranger? I thought I taught you better!
"Its better than hating everyone and everything surrounding me."
Whatever. But you'll see, he's not going to show up, because he'll soon realize that there's no point in wasting time here when there's plenty more entertaining things to do, like maybe count grains of sand?
He wanted to scream, to cry out, but he knew no one would hear him. No one ever had, and no one ever will.
"Oh shut up, will you? You'll see, he will show up, just you wait."
Yeah, and you're going to event to something in life. Oh wait!
"Shut. Up."
Fine, I'll go. But I'll be back to laugh at you when he REALLY doesn't show up.
And so Matthew began to tidy up his house, because what kind of host would he be if he let his guests see his house in total chaos?
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(A/N:) I've returned from the dead! Sorry for the five year time gap, but I'll try to add more often (not that anyone's going to read this xD)
BUT BEFORE I GO!
Shall this fanfic have a USUK or FrUK tint? And if FrUK, who would you prefer Alfred were with?
And I'm out! *explodes*
