-- Matthew Willaims was not your average high school student. In fact, he was something of a pariah in his school, as he used words like pariah on a regular basis, didn't know the latest happenings on Gossip Girl, and didn't desire the kind of love life that Gossip Girl featured prominently.
People didn't shove him in lockers or shove his face in the toilets, for which he was grateful. Had they ever tried, Alfred would have smashed their face in, and they apparently sensed this. Or maybe Alfred had mentioned casually that he would pound anyone who laid a hand on him. Either way, it worked...maybe a little too well. They didn't exactly notice he was there, either. If this was a cliche teen drama, this would be the time for some teacher to notice him, let him bloom under their tutelage, whereupon he would give the speech as the Valedictorian to the musical accompaniment of Time Of Your Life by Greenday
( ... )
The Wit Of The Staircase 2/?
anonymous
April 8 2010, 06:34:37 UTC
Whoops, I forgot a note: The title comes from the French L'esprit de l'escalier, the meaning is of thinking of a witty retort or remark long after the conversation has ended.
-- When Matthew got home, even before he showered and grabbed a snack, he flipped open his laptop. An IM window came up, and he was accosted by atrocious internet grammar. Maudit . He thought Al might have been sneaking on his computer again. This proved it.
Cubanz69: HEY U BASTRED I KNO U CHETED ON COUNTERSTRIKE TheHerosHere: Uh... I'm his brother. He left it logged in. Sorry on his behalf. Cubanz69: OH SURE UR FUKING SN WAS PROBLABLY HACKED. THATS THE OLDEST ONE IT TEH BOOK.
Matthew massaged the bridge of his nose.
TheHerosHere: Listen, I know for a fact that he typez lyk dis. I don't. So, I'm not him. Cubanz69: u got a point. Cubanz69: sory bout dat. TheHerosHere: It's ok. I'm used to it.
He had just signed off the instant messenger program when he heard the door slamming so loud that the windows seemed to rattle. And it wasn't even a mad slam. It was
( ... )
The Wit Of The Staircase 3/?
anonymous
April 8 2010, 06:37:00 UTC
Matthew had heard no word of the CDs coming to light the next, so he assumed that Alfred was saving them for a bigger exhibition to maximize the embarrassment. The war had simmered down into Arthur being disgruntled, and them occasionally throwing insults to each other. Which was good, except Matthew knew it wasn't going to last for long. It wasn't until he was about to leave for home that Matthew realized what he was missing. It was gone. His bag was gone and Matthew was in a state of panic. His notebook was in there, filled with various sketches of Francis like he was some crazed lovesick stalker. He'd been very careful to take the pages out and hide them after he had finished day by day. He couldn't quite bring himself to burn them, or rip them to pieces, even if that'd be the safest way. Except this time he got careless and forgot his bag. He reassured himself as he went through the halls that no one cared about him or his bag, and that this would be a close call and nothing more
( ... )
The Wit Of The Staircase 3.5/?
anonymous
April 8 2010, 06:46:42 UTC
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Matthew had never sought invisibility like he did now. Jones was a common name, and that had only been due to a filing mistake where he'd been yet again mistaken for his brother. It wasn't an ID, student or otherwise. Maybe, just maybe he could pass by on this mistake and keep himself from being publicly humiliated by the trio. He didn't want to be free from anonymity, only to be dubbed 'Cocksucking Jones'. - and yes, Jones, because knowing them, they'd get his name wrong. Again.
He kept his hoodie up and his shoulders down and hoped it would be enough.
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annnd notes. I wasn't going to post this yet as I had another fill (or two) going, but I posted a fragment for someone on my flist that was having a bad day, and then I got a nice review and well. Hi guyz, obvious anon is killing herself with gigantic multifills!
Also, I should note that there was going to be a whole England/America side too, except that'd be a different story that interlocked with this one. Like Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle and XXXholic, you know?
Re: The Wit Of The Staircase 3.5/?
anonymous
April 8 2010, 20:15:30 UTC
i really like this, your writing is so... casual? natural? hahah, sorry, dunno how to describe it in english, but i love it! even though i don't know much of the things mentioned (some band names? "gossip girl"?) it feels lively when you use stuff like that! and i lolled so hard at Cubanz69: HEY U BASTRED I KNO U CHETED ON COUNTERSTRIKE pfff shortly, LOTS of love for you! ♥ ♥ can't wait to read more~
Re: The Wit Of The Staircase 3.5/?
anonymous
April 9 2010, 00:15:06 UTC
I've been staring at this prompt for weeks anon but couldn't come up with anything and it needed to be filled so badly, so you have just made my day! And your characterization snagged me. Not just of Matt (artistic Matt is always love), but of the trio. This is probably my favourite portrayals of them to date.
The Wit Of The Staircase 4/?
anonymous
April 9 2010, 08:22:36 UTC
The looooove. Thanks for all the commments, they made me so happy ♥ Oh, I was going to mention it, but I suppose you should thank o0litodreamer0o as her comics gave me the perfect image in my mind for teen!France and helped jump~start the plot.
* The trio lingered in the halls near his locker. Matthew thought this had to be some circle of hell, populated by hormonal trouble-making teenage boys. Antonio had a black eye, was rubbing at a bruise forming on his cheek.
"Felicano is oddly angry today..."
"West is going with Feliciano. You got Lovino"That explains a lot," Antonio said
( ... )
The Wit Of The Staircase 4/?
anonymous
April 9 2010, 09:38:11 UTC
*
Gilbert was quite into the sports game. Antonio was looking out for the Vargas twins, while Francis was bored out of his mind. These sports games were so pointless. So artless and utterly dull Though, those cheerleaders made it reasonably worthwhile. But even they couldn't hold his interest indefinitely.
And all the while that Quarterback Alfred Jones was hamming it up and stealing the show. American 'football' hero, pah. Then came a thought, just skirting the boredom. Jones? Perhaps a connection.... He pushed the thought aside almost as quickly as it had come. There was nothing artistic or graceful about this Alfred. He certainly wasn't the artist in question. If he had any relatives, they probably were of the same ilk.
Besides, Jones was a common name.
Before he settled back to being bored out of his mind, He noticed Arthur, and saw a way to liven things up. Arthur and he were hardly strangers. In fact, their families had hated each other for generations, to where Kirkland was nearly a profanity in his household. Oh, they'd
( ... )
......and having a major crush on 11th grader Francis. :D
c'mon, we need some matthew lovin's <3
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5853143#t5853143
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Matthew Willaims was not your average high school student. In fact, he was something of a pariah in his school, as he used words like pariah on a regular basis, didn't know the latest happenings on Gossip Girl, and didn't desire the kind of love life that Gossip Girl featured prominently.
People didn't shove him in lockers or shove his face in the toilets, for which he was grateful. Had they ever tried, Alfred would have smashed their face in, and they apparently sensed this. Or maybe Alfred had mentioned casually that he would pound anyone who laid a hand on him. Either way, it worked...maybe a little too well. They didn't exactly notice he was there, either. If this was a cliche teen drama, this would be the time for some teacher to notice him, let him bloom under their tutelage, whereupon he would give the speech as the Valedictorian to the musical accompaniment of Time Of Your Life by Greenday ( ... )
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When Matthew got home, even before he showered and grabbed a snack, he flipped open his laptop. An IM window came up, and he was accosted by atrocious internet grammar. Maudit . He thought Al might have been sneaking on his computer again. This proved it.
Cubanz69: HEY U BASTRED I KNO U CHETED ON COUNTERSTRIKE
TheHerosHere: Uh... I'm his brother. He left it logged in. Sorry on his behalf.
Cubanz69: OH SURE UR FUKING SN WAS PROBLABLY HACKED. THATS THE OLDEST ONE IT TEH BOOK.
Matthew massaged the bridge of his nose.
TheHerosHere: Listen, I know for a fact that he typez lyk dis. I don't. So, I'm not him.
Cubanz69: u got a point.
Cubanz69: sory bout dat.
TheHerosHere: It's ok. I'm used to it.
He had just signed off the instant messenger program when he heard the door slamming so loud that the windows seemed to rattle. And it wasn't even a mad slam. It was ( ... )
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Matthew had never sought invisibility like he did now. Jones was a common name, and that had only been due to a filing mistake where he'd been yet again mistaken for his brother. It wasn't an ID, student or otherwise. Maybe, just maybe he could pass by on this mistake and keep himself from being publicly humiliated by the trio. He didn't want to be free from anonymity, only to be dubbed 'Cocksucking Jones'. - and yes, Jones, because knowing them, they'd get his name wrong. Again.
He kept his hoodie up and his shoulders down and hoped it would be enough.
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annnd notes. I wasn't going to post this yet as I had another fill (or two) going, but I posted a fragment for someone on my flist that was having a bad day, and then I got a nice review and well. Hi guyz, obvious anon is killing herself with gigantic multifills!
Also, I should note that there was going to be a whole England/America side too, except that'd be a different story that interlocked with this one. Like Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle and XXXholic, you know?
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Gosh,I wish I had your talent at writing.
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I'd leave a better response, but my brain's fried from work. Ciao.
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and i lolled so hard at Cubanz69: HEY U BASTRED I KNO U CHETED ON COUNTERSTRIKE pfff
shortly, LOTS of love for you! ♥ ♥ can't wait to read more~
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Can't wait to see where this goes~
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The trio lingered in the halls near his locker. Matthew thought this had to be some circle of hell, populated by hormonal trouble-making teenage boys. Antonio had a black eye, was rubbing at a bruise forming on his cheek.
"Felicano is oddly angry today..."
"West is going with Feliciano. You got Lovino"That explains a lot," Antonio said ( ... )
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Gilbert was quite into the sports game. Antonio was looking out for the Vargas twins, while Francis was bored out of his mind. These sports games were so pointless. So artless and utterly dull Though, those cheerleaders made it reasonably worthwhile. But even they couldn't hold his interest indefinitely.
And all the while that Quarterback Alfred Jones was hamming it up and stealing the show. American 'football' hero, pah. Then came a thought, just skirting the boredom. Jones? Perhaps a connection.... He pushed the thought aside almost as quickly as it had come. There was nothing artistic or graceful about this Alfred. He certainly wasn't the artist in question. If he had any relatives, they probably were of the same ilk.
Besides, Jones was a common name.
Before he settled back to being bored out of his mind, He noticed Arthur, and saw a way to liven things up. Arthur and he were hardly strangers. In fact, their families had hated each other for generations, to where Kirkland was nearly a profanity in his household. Oh, they'd ( ... )
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Can't wait for the next update author!anon <3
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