A small Canadian boy was walking down the hall. He looked around and saw couples everywhere. It was the week of Valentine's day and the Valentine's day dance. He looked over and saw his brother, that was an american, named Alfred. He was leaning against his boyfriend's, Arthur's, locker. He had a smirk as he held out a box of heart shaped chocolates. The brit turned red and hid behind the box before calling him a git. The Canadian, otherwise known... well uknown.. by Matthew, walked down the hall further. He leaned against his locker and watched all the couples enjoy themselves. He sighed and looked at his red converses. 'Give up Mattie... no one will like you..' He thought. He wasn't being depressed or suicidal. He was just upset. He wanted someone to love and for someone to love him. He heard some squealing and looked to the side to see the most popular kids walking down the halls. There were three of them. A Prussian named Gilbert, a Spaniard named Antonio, he had a boyfriend which upset a lot of girls, and finally a Frenchman named Francis. Francis was honestly a close friend of his, but they never really spoke in school because they don't have any classes together.

"Ah! Mon Ami!! How are you~?" Francis asked, skipping up to Matthew.

Matthew smiled shyly and him. "I am.. fine.. thank you Francis.." He thanked softly in his quiet voice.

Two of the Bad Touch Trio walked up. "Yo Francey pants! Who's this?" The silver haired boy asked, grinning at Matthew, making the Canadian's face heat up.

"I-I'm.. I'm.. uhm.... Matthew... Matthew Williams.." The purple eyed boy stuttered.

Francis smirked and held out a rose to Matthew. "Happy Valentine's day, Mon petite! I hope you find a lover~" He mused and glanced at Gilbert with a wink.

Matthew turned redder and took the rose gently. He averted his eyes. "Why thank you... s-see you around.." He murmured softly.

Gilbert looked at him and winked before turning around and leaving. The Spaniard would've said hi, but his fierce boyfriend was on the phone with him, so all he managed was a wave.

Matthew smiled and held onto the rose the entire day.

*****

It was the end of the day. Matthew was being cornered by a Turkish man named Sadiq, and his little poser friends. "L-Leave me alone!" Matthew demanded, not very loud though.

Sadiq smirked and took the rose from Matthew's small hands and shoved him back so the Canadian fell into a puddle. "Why don't you go out and fuck your boyfriend?!" He paused and then started laughing. "Oh wait! No one likes you and you don't have one!!" He guffawed.

The blonde teared up and stood up, covered in dirty water. He was about to run away crying. "What? Did we break up?" A voice asked. Matthew turned to see Gilbert smirking with a genuinely confused face, though it was an act for Sadiq. "I hope not!" He said and grabbed Matthew's chin lightly before placing his lips against the maple tasting ones. Sadiq growled and stomped away as they continued to kiss. After a few moments they pulled away slowly. "You okay?" He asked breathily.

Matthew nodded, his cheeks a bright crimson. "Why... why did you-"

Gilbert placed his finger against Matthew's lips. "Because I love you."

*****

"And thats the story on how we met.." Matthew told his brother. Matthew was in a white Tuxedo that had a train, not the automobile, flowing down his legs. He was the bride, but he didn't want to wear a dress, which was fine with Gilbert. 

"Ah,  I see. You have a nice story Mattie-bro!" The American laughed.

"Shut it you git!" Arthur growled and uphanded Alfred before helping Matthew with is hair. "I thought it was lovely." He assured with a smile.

Matthew smiled at him. "Thank you Arthur.." He said softly, his cheeks turning pink.

"Well! Lets get you to that wedding!"

And they lived happily ever after! IM LAZY TO WRITE THE DAMN WEDDING SO SORRY!