CanadaxFeared!Reader - Irrationality

Matthew Williams heard well of [name]. Rumor had it she was evil, dark and twisted, and cruel. Everybody strayed away from her and, apparently, for good reason. The Awesome Trio, consistent of Gilbert, Alfred, and Mathias, always came back with a bruise or two from her. She's was almost as creepy as Ivan and that was saying something!

But Matthew knew better. Being shy had it's advantages.

Underneath the dark twisted rumors around her, he knew she had a softer side. Perhaps it was the way she dressed or the fact that she surrounded herself with either loneliness or the likes of Ivan or Natalia that caused those horrid rumors. She had to be different then what the rumors painted her as.

She simply had to be.

Matthew followed her one day as she went on her way home. To his surprise, she didn't go to the neighborhood he suspected was her home. Instead, she went downward, to the slums of the city. He was surprised, why was she going to the slums? Did she live there? He followed nevertheless. Thanks to his 'natural invisibility' as Alfred called it, he managed not to garner any attention. As he followed, she turned into a building, a apartment complex that could've seen better days. He followed her upward, up to the top floor. She opened the door, Matthew following close. Suddenly, she turned, her [eye color] meeting his bluish violet eyes.

"Matthew?!" She yelped. He jumped.

"I'm sorry!" He cried.

"You shouldn't be here! You could get hurt!" She looked around panicked before rushing inside. "You're lucky I came here an hour before my father arrives. Hide in the closet, now!" She pushed him into a closet facing what appeared to be a living room. Matthew shuddered but waited patiently. He noticed he never saw that look of panic in her eyes. Normally, it was icy indifference but now...her father must be menacing if that panic, that complete utter fear, was in her eyes. He smelled the soft scent of food, perhaps sausages and her footsteps, speeding around in a panic to make things perfect. The door slammed open, causing Matthew to jump.

"I'm home!" Came a drunken snarl.

"That must be her father." He thought.

"Yes Father! I made sausages for y-" Her voice was cut off by a smack and her cry. Matthew's eyes went wide with fear. She was abused at home? Could that be the reason of her icy indifference? Was she scared that, if she opened up, the abuse would be doubled by another? Matthew pulled out his phone quickly and texted his brother to call emergency.

...

"Matthew..." Matthew looked up, seeing [name] from his seat on a bench in a nearby park. Her father had been sentenced to life for child abuse, after she revealed years upon years of abuse. Not to mention he nearly murdered her mother with the same abuse. She was now living with Ivan, Natalia, and Katyusha, who adopted her most happily. Even Natalia, just as silent and icy as [name], gave a rare small smile when the news reached her (according to the rumors).

"Yes?" He asked, looking at her. She seemed to be faring a lot better since she left that horrid place. She sat down next to him.

"I...I want to thank you. For saving me." She said softly, taking his hand.

"Vous êtes les bienvenus, mon ami." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry. I tend to do that sometimes...I mean, you are welcome, my friend." He said nervously.

"You speak French?"

"Yes. My brother Francis taught me at a young age."

"I like French. It's a pretty language." Matthew smiled before turning away, a blush on his face. Suddenly, he was pushed forward, his lips accidentally meeting [name]'s own. Matthew pulled back in shock, his blush becoming bright red.

"Ohhonhonhon!" Matthew looked up, seeing Francis hovering above them.

"Francis!" Matthew whined.

"What? I know young love when I see it!" He chuckled and ran off. Matthew sighed and turned away.

"Great...he ruined it." He sighed sadly. [Name] shook her head and took his hand.

"I wanted to tell you this for a while now...I like you Matthew. A lot. Saving me from...him...made me realize that."

"Really?" Matthew gasped. She nodded. "M-Merci..." She stood up. "W-where are you going?"

"Back home. Homework and stuff." She began to walk away before stopping. "Oh, and by the way. Speak French more often around me, please?" Matthew nodded. She smiled and walked away.

"Those rumors, they were all born from irrationality." Matthew thought as he watched her walk away.