Gilbert and Matthew had been fighting for what seemed like forever. Their yells and screams had pierced the otherwise silent night for hours, so long they had forgotten what started it.

"You never listen to me!" The usually quiet blonde yelled loudly.

"It's not like I can hear you, Matthew!" Gilbert looked up at his boyfriend, finally saying the one thing he was hesitant to say.

"Maybe if you weren't so depressed all the time, I would be interested in what you have to say! No matter how happy the moment is, your 'depression' has to ruin it. I wouldn't be surprised if you were only doing it for attention." He crossed his arms, staring at the hurt look of his lover. All these years, Matthew never thought he'd say _that_. "I thought...You...I can't..." Matthew stuttered over his words, close to tears as he run outside, slamming the door behind him. After all the years they'd been together, Matthew never thought he'd say _that_.

Gilbert put a hand over his mouth, surprised at himself. Of course he didn't mean it, he was just angry. Wanting to say anything. The albino hesitated before running out, following, calling out his lover's name. "Matthew! M-Mazhew!" His accent grew thick as he grew desperate. Where was he?

Matthew had ran. Ran as far as he could. He didn't know where he was going, but his legs did. His legs took him to the same park the couple had taken many walks in, to the woods where they had their first improper date in, to the cliff where they shared their first kiss. He sat down, grabbing the grass in his first. His mind trailed back to that moment, the moment Gilbert had grabbed him. Their red faces joining in an awkward first kiss. As awkward and messy as it was, it was the most magical and perfect moment of his life. But now, he had no idea what it meant. Now it seemed the kiss was worthless, meant nothing, and turned into heart break. Tears filled his violet eyes, ignoring the rough voice calling him. He couldn't hear a thing over his thoughts.

Suddenly, a feeling he hadn't felt in what seemed years, raced forward, surprising him. His breath grew heavy, his face pale, tears racing down his face with no hope of stopping. There were no walls, or even trees close to him, but somehow it felt like those nonexistent walls were pushing closer into him, crushing him with their weight. It took a while, but he recognized this feeling, and that only made it worse. Panic attack.

As midnight raced forward, so did Gilbert, finally finding his shaking partner. "Mazhew!" He yelled, running to sit by him. He knew what was happening, and the guilt threatened to crush him. Pale arms wrapped around the sweating, shaking Canadian. "Mazhew, I'm sorry...Mazhew." He turned to face him, putting a hand on his cheek. Matthew looked up, startled. He hadn't even realized the albino had come. "Mazhew, it's okay...Calm down, please?" His voice softened, quieter than usual. Matthew's shivering eventually stopped, violet eyes came to a close, cold body leaning to the warmth of his lover. Gilbert wrapped his arms around the other and lifted him up, carrying him to the house. Pale arms set the shivering body down, covering him in the warmth of blankets before joining. Gilbert did not cuddle up to the Canadian like usual, but instead faced the other way, unsure of what Matthew would want in the morning.

When the blonde finally awoke, he quickly left the bed, giving Gilbert a sad glance before leaving. He went to the kitchen, cooking pancakes as his thoughts trailed back to last night's events. His lover's words still pierced through his heart, "...only doing it for attention."

Gilbert awoke to the smell of pancakes. Smiling to himself, he stood up, making his way to the kitchen. "Guten morgen, Liebe." He mumbled, words filled with guilt and fear. Matthew turned to him, face filled with guilt. "tell me you didn't mean it."

Gilbert sighed heavily, face fallen, eyes closed. He brought Matthew into a tight embrace, begging the blonde to believe his words. "I didn't! Of course I didn't! There's no way you can fake that..."

Matthew closed his eyes, enjoying the embrace. His mind told him not to believe it, his anger told him to push it away. But he couldn't deny his heart, and the amount of love Gilbert was putting into the hug. He nodded, hugging him tightly before turning back to the pancakes. "I believe you...But we're still going to have a talk."

Gillbert nodded, happy to comply with that. "Of course...I'll make some milk."

After a delicious, Canadian, breakfast, the couple went into the living room. Gilbert sat down first, and brought Matthew onto his lap, holding him close in apology.

"Do you think that? That-...That I'm...faking it?" Matthew stuttered, looking down at their hands. Gilbert sighed, deciding to be honest. "At first, the possibility came to me. But only because...you're so awesome, liebe. I-I couldn't wrap my head around how you could hate yourself."

Matthew smiled, kissing the white cheek of his lover. "I could say the same about you." He giggled, wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck. "You act so confident and...arrogant all the time. Even, when you show your insecurities...it surprises me." The blonde's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke-almost silent. But Gilbert heard him, he always heard him.