For Mattie

Chapter Two

×Chapter Two×
×Dead Meat?×

The teacher stood up in front of the classroom, going on about some assignment she'll be giving out for the weekend. It brought groans out of the students, excluding Matthew and Gilbert, who were too busy writing notes to each other. Speaking of notes...

Matthew looked at the piece of folded paper, stifling a giggle as the attempted and poorly drawn picture of their teacher with a big nose. The bottom right had a small sentence, 'Ms. V is anoying, rite?' Rolling his eyes at his friend's use of grammar, he drew a small maple leaf beside the drawing and replied, 'Please spell correctly and quit being mean'. He passed the note back to Gilbert, who quickly read it and smirked smugly. Glacing at the time, Matthew perked up and looked behind him, tapping gently on the head layed on the desk.

"Mhm, what?" Lars grumbled, swatting away the small hand. The younger giggled quietly and pecked the other's cheek, making Lars sit up quickly and stare at him with large eyes. The Canadian teen simply smiled and returned in attention back to Gilbert, who was attempting to wake a Russian bear. It only resulted to him getting his hoodie raised up and covering his face tightly, blocking any air that Gilbert desperately needed. The albino thrashed around in his seat, teacher and other classmates noticing but quickly forgot about the struggling seventeen year old when the bell rang, signalling the end of the period and beginning of lunch.

"Let's go, we're g'nna skip the rest of s'hool" Lars managed to yawn out, tossing his jean jacket over his shoulder. Ivan nodded in reply and they looked at Matthew, who seemed nervous and excited.

"What's wrong, Matvey?" Ivan questioned, concern lacing his voice like an worried mother. As Ivan spoke, Gilbert freed himself and panted heavily, sweat trickling down his pale face as he tried getting air back in his lungs.

"Y-you are an Scheiße head!" He growled, pointing an accusingly finger at Ivan. Said boy pointed to himself with an childlike yet frightening smile, an dangerous and dark aura seeming to rub off him.

"What did I do, friend?" Ivan asked, taking threathening strides towards the now scared Prussian. Gilbert gulped audibly before jumping on top of an desk and jumped around on different ones. Ivan chased after him with an metal pipe that was previously well hidden in an makeshift pocket inside Ivan's coat.

"Mon dieu" Matthew's face was a bright red, embarrassed from the behavior of his friends, all while their science teacher stared at them. She coughed, getting the rest of their attention, and Gilbert immediately jumped off the desk, face becoming a dark shade of red.

"Uh...let's go!" Lars spoke up, dragging Ivan and Matthew out of the classroom with Gilbert trailing closely behind. Ivan still had that smug smirk on his face and it only angered Gilbert more.

The four had no idea where to go. Sure they skipped school a bunch of times, all those times dragging an reluctant Matthew out of school. And not to be mean or anything, but the teachers barely noticed the Canadian teen and leaving him alone with those perverted bullies, in Gilbert's words, was so unawesome. So here they were, parked in a parking lot outside of the mall, a rock song playing in the background, volume low as they thought. Or tried to.

"I'm hungry" Gilbert whined. Lars grunted and turned on the car.

"Where do you guys w'nna go?" Ivan and Gilbert both came up with different places, "I want wurst and beer!" "I want a donut!" Matthew kept quiet, secretly laughing at the two and Lars glare towards them. A harsh, deadly, unamused glare.

"I should've left you two to those bullies when I got the chance" Lars growled. Ivan and Gilbert shared a smile and leaned together, bringing themselves closer to the Dutchman.

"But you didn't" they both said. Before anyone can react, Lars slammed on the brakes, bringing everyone froward. Matthew fell out of his eat and landed on top of Gilbert, who unconsciously wrapped his arms around said boy's small waist. They stared into a wach others eyes before Ivan separated them, sitting Matthew down back in the backseat.

"Be careful next time, da?" Ivan spoke, voice tainted with anger and hatred. It was not attractive on him. Flinching at the tone of the voice, Matthew couldn't help but be confused on why Lars slammed on the brakes.

"L-lars?" But the older teen ignored him, getting out of the car and walking in front of the car, eyes wide. The three followed and Matthew let out a strangled cry. There in the street laid a body, not moving.

"Vat the fuck?! Lars, did you do zis?" Gilbert exclaimed, running a shaky hand through his platinum blonde hair.

"No you idiot! He was just here, I sw'ar!" Lars responded. When they focused on the body, who was certainly a male, the man sat up straight in a swift movement, getting screams out of the teens.

"Get in ze car! Nein! Help!" Gilbert screamed, throwing himself through the half opened window. Lars and Ivan shoved each other, getting into the car in record time. Matthew stood still, eyes wide in fear and he tried to progress evrything that was going on. Gilbert got himself freed and picked up the smaller teen bridal style, getting into the car.

"Drive, you stupid Nether person!" Gilbert yelled. Lars glared at him before taking a sharp 'U' turn and they sped off. Location: Gilbert's house.

"So zis is my lovely home, but vhy vould I need to tell you dummkopfs zis?" Gilbert exclaimed quite loudly, trying to look normal despite the events that occured about 10 minutes ago. Matthew was still frozen in place, Ivan having to lead him slowly to the porch and through the doorway.

"Its funny how you welcome us in'ide your lovely and humble home w'en you just barge into ours like at mi'night" Lars teased. That seemed to snap Matthew out of his fear as he walked over to the couch and flopped down onto it.

"Especially mine, Gil. As much as you and my papa are friends, my dad does not enjoy you pounding on the door in the middle of the night or you climbing through my window and falling alseep next to me in my bed. I do not enjoy waking up to that, eh-!" Matthew was cut off by the phome ringing, which spooked them again. Ivan had his metal pipe out and clenched onto it tightly.

"Check to see of that's Natalya..." he ordered, mind racing with illusions that his younger sister is probably upstairs and waiting by the staircase, about to pop out any min-

"Birdie...its for you" The albino broke the silence, placing the home phone to his chest, "its your parents"

The Canadian felt his body flinch like someone slapped him. If only he knew that wasn't the only punishment he would be getting.