PuNk boi Chapter 6: Up Against The Wall, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own the song Up Against The Wall, or Hetalia.

Warnings: Quite a fair bit of swearing in this chapter.

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ごめんなざい！And here's the sixth chapter~

PuNk Boi

Chapter 6: Up Against The Wall

"Boo." That made Matthew jump while simultaneously, a pair of pale hands slammed down on his shoulders.

This caused him to buck his knees and come crashing down forwards and unfortunately for him, whoever scared him came down with him as well. And so he found himself with his face buried in a pile of books, his hands trapped painfully under the weight of two bodies, with said other body pressing onto him far too much for his liking.

"Mmrph." He mumbled.

"Kesesesesese~" the other laughed and quickly got off the ground.

Matthew groaned as he realised that voice.

"Oi! Get up! Pfft. Or do you need the awesome mein to help you?"

"N-no." Matthew started protesting.

"Look at you, acting tough and all. Who are you trying to kid birdie?" Gilbert sniggered as he hauled Matthew off the ground.

That certainly struck something inside Matthew. His throat tightened.

So Gilbert thought it was all a joke? Who was he to tell him that he shouldn't be who he wanted to?

Gilbert didn't even know him at all. He didn't know why he lived with Alfred; he didn't know why he was so introverted- he didn't know anything. Well, at least not a single thing that everyone already didn't know.

He turned around and studied Gilbert for a second, his eyes searching him. He was the same person that teased him, got him in trouble and just half a minute ago, did it all over again. That crazy look in his reddish- brown eyes, that maniac laugh coupled with that thin, angular face and snowy hair just got onto his nerves.

Matthew didn't know what came over him at that moment. It was the feeling of adrenaline, his judgement clouded for one reason or another, mixed with traces of fear of the unknown and thus providing him with the perfect concoction for his first brush with violence.

One thing that Gilbert definitely didn't know was that he played hockey. Not a sport you'd expect a guy like him to play, but once the whistle sounded, man, he was wild. His previous meek and innocent persona was immediately shed and its place stood a teenage boy loaded with adrenaline, hormones and a one track mind set to bashing the opposing team up.

"Fuck!" Gilbert roared as Matthew's fist collided with his forehead.

Gilbert never expected it, and neither did Matthew. It was like his hand had just felt like sucker punching Gilbert Beilschimdt of its own accord. He winched as he uncurled his fingers.

Oh maple. He had hit Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschimdt. The Gilbert Beilschimdt.

Oh sweet maple. He wearily glanced at Gilbert, his face grimacing as the weight of the situation he was in dawned on him.

"Scheiße, scheiße, scheiße! Gott, du Hurensohn!" Gilbert swore as he clutched his bloody forehead.

Matthew looked on again as the other smeared the blood on his palm onto his dark jeans, reducing it to a largely sodden mess of blood and staining splotches of coal black onto the cloth.

"What the hell are you staring at, huh?" Gilbert lashed out at a blond boy dressed in red, almost reducing the other to tears as he fled.

Matthew's senses filled with dread as he waited for the inevitable, involuntarily squeezing his eyes shut in consummation. He could literally hear the blood pounding through his veins as Gilbert turned his piercing red gaze onto him. He started counting down the seconds leading to his definite impending doom, mentally freaking out.

"Stopp." He heard a voice murmur, followed by a harsh line in German, and then another quiet murmur by that unidentified voice, another cut off protest and then hushed silence.

Yes! Matthew thought, and gratefully cracked open his eyes.

"Gott!" Gilbert snarled again, as he roughly shoved off Matthew's saviour and retreated away.

"L-lars?" Matthew stammered. Oh. So it was him. He was kind of expecting Ludwig at first. Oh god, now he felt really hot under the other's unwavering stare. Really, really, hot. His cheeks seemed so inflamed that they could spontaneously combust any moment.

"Uh, thanks." Matthew mumbled, suddenly noticing the small crowd that had formed previously suddenly dispersing.

"Eh, I should r-really be going now. Bio next…" Matthew made a feeble attempt of an excuse as he slung his bag over his shoulder, grabbed his books and after offering another (hopefully) grateful looking smile at Lars, made his escape.