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After reaffirming the date with Feliciano at the end of the day, Matthew set back home to choose a casual outfit. The rain had stopped some time ago, leaving only grey clouds and distant sounds of thunder. Dully, he stared at the faded blue lines on his button up. Alone, he sat in the lobby of his apartment waiting for Feliciano. Regretfully, he thought back to the last phone call he had with Gilbert. He pulled a face, his nose wrinkling while he tried to stiffen his trembling lip. He felt like he was being swept away with the maelstrom of internal emotions. Wasn’t it a good thing Gilbert is upset at him for going on a date? It meant

Rainy days were his favorite type of days. Well it was his second favorite type of weather after snow, but that’s why rain was so wonderful. It was the closest thing to snow that autumn could muster up with gray clouds and cozy days. Matthew took advantage of the view from the glass balcony doors to watch the small droplets pour down. Instead of reading a chapter from his self-help book, the rain provided a comfort that the book could never provide, no matter how many therapists approved of it. He sighed, a blissful smile curved around the edges of his coffee mug and swallowed the warm, sugary drink. A wonderful morning to start an in

Thursdays were nothing special in Matthew’s eyes. They could even be deemed as the second worst day of the week, first being Fridays. Thursdays were like the very tip of the 1000-meter cliff and Fridays were the jagged, rocky, and bone-crushing bottom. Saturdays had to be the after math of having a majority of limbs in your body shatter on impact. It was like this because every Friday at work, Matthew would witness his coworkers babbling about their weekends, what they’ll do or even who they’ll do. Then there was Matthew, sitting and nodding along, thinking about an upcoming hockey game on the television or maybe the new sou

Monotonous, invisible, lonely, depressing, dreary, sad, dull… Words that blare along with his alarm at 6:30 in the morning. They dance and tease him as his own personal tormenters, pulling at his heartstrings and jabbing him with pointed insults. Even when he stares blankly into his reflection with white foam from his toothpaste dripping down his face, he could still hear unbearable words that were accurate as they were sharp. Matthew wasn’t a morning person. His morning routine consisted of nothing unordinary, just hygienic procedures such as showering and brushing his teeth. His favorite thing to do after he was dressed was t

The next morning Ludwig had experienced yet again the marvel of waking up next to a gently snoring Italian. His eyes still heavy, he groaned and rolled onto his back, his stiff hands coming to his eyes and rubbing furiously at the remaining sleep. Feliciano was glued to his arm, forcing Ludwig to either risk waking him up or not to move until the brunette got up. By the sound of the labored breathing he was going to be there for a while. Taking the risk is definitely worth it. With the mindset of a feather, he pulled the covers off and slid cautiously out of the lush bed. The younger snorted then mumbled something to do with the British whil

“Ludwig…?” His ears twitch at the small squeak of his name from his supposedly sleeping lover. He turned his head over his shoulder, continuing to bind his fist with the white hand-wrap. Feliciano stood there, covered in only one of his larger shirts with its oversized sleeves covering both his hands. His legs are bare, but goose bumps covered the visible skin. Ludwig sighed and waved him over. “You should be sleeping,” He sat on the sofa and pulled the Italian on his lap, “why are you awake?” “I heard you leave…” His voice trailed as his eyes slid down to the white wraps on the

Sleeping was the proper way to gain energy and strength for the day’s events. It reenergizes and allows oneself to become more efficient and alert. Without the sufficient amount of sleep, going through the normal daily routine can be a workload and puts a hard amount of pressure on the body and mind. Ludwig has known this from a young age, so he makes it his priority to sleep early and wake up early. His internal clock is so determined on keeping him sleeping until the morning light that he can’t remember the last time he had woken in the middle of the night to anything, and that’s surprising since Gilbert lives under the s

Was this piece of paper truly this heavy? No, it had to be him. It was god-forsaken piece of paper, his ticket to Canada, his home. His life starts as soon as he hands this seemingly weighty slip to the mumbling lady standing at the luggage claim. Canada, where Kimu…Kumi…. his polar bear was waiting for him. No one hurt him there, unlike here. It was funny how he had always admired the French, now he never wants to here that dreadful accent ever again. He shook his head, the stubborn curl bouncing. He shouldn’t generalize a whole nation due to one person’s repulsive actions. He looked behind him at the automatic do

He swore he could hear his bed calling his name, that or the awkward dinner table was actually driving Ludwig to insanity. He had still yet to come to a decision if he appreciated Feliciano’s never-ending rant about pasta or if the image of strangling the boy was becoming more appealing for an explicit reason. Out of the silent hatred secreting from two of the five occupants, the glare searing his whole being from Lovino, the gnawing paranoia, and the irritation that is Feliciano’s voice, the only bright side to this whole dining was the surprisingly good pasta. It was an abundant amount of pasta, more than he has ever seen and c

The door shut with unresolved resentment. Wilhelm’s voice rewound itself over in his ears like a broken record. The words intertwined into a rope, curling over his decisions and pulling them in opposite directions and triggering the beginning of painful migraine. Ludwig’s hair became oily and unkempt, his skin speckled with wrinkles and sags. The stress of the military from both his end and the Allies was a heavy weight on his shoulders. Frustration, confusion, uncertainty, and anger was all that fueled his hard working mind. “He’s joined with the Triple Entente. I’m prohibiting any more ties with him." Cold wor