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"Hugnh?" Gilbert groaned as he started to shift around the bed. He felt the bright sunlight hit his face from the large window across his king-sized bed. A displeased look appeared on his face as the rays of sunlight reached his face that would make everyone around him swoon. He raised an arm and slammed his fist on the alarm clock, silencing it. As he let his arm drop and land beside him, he heard the sheets rustle.

The Prussian's eyelids slowly carried themselves, revealing his sleepy crimson eyes. He looked over his shoulder and turned to face the other side of the bed and saw a naked woman sleeping soundly beside him. He mumbled something in German and sat up. Their clothes were scattered all over the shiny chestnut floor and a couple of empty beer bottles were spotted as well. Other than those details, his pent house was surprisingly neat.

Gilbert pondered for a minute, wondering what had happened the night before. He raised his pale hand and dug it into his messy head of silver hair. He had met this woman at the local club; they both got drunk and the rest is history. He jumped off the snowy white bed and picked up his denim pants that lay on the floor. As if on cue, his cell phone started to ring as it sat on the black night stand.

He walked quickly towards the nightstand and grabbed his phone. He checked the screen; it was his best friend, Antonio, who was also his manager. He flipped open his cell phone and pressed it against his ear.

"Yo, this is the awesome-"

"GILBERT!"

Antonio shrieked from the other side of the phone. Gilbert flinched and quickly moved the cell phone away from his ear. God, that was a nice wake up call, he thought sarcastically.

"You're right, Toni, I am awesome! What's up?" Gilbert said into the phone as he looked out of his window that had the view of the whole city.

"Amigo, do you have any idea what time it is? You're 1 hour late for the audition!" Antonio said. "The director is going ape-shit! I'd suggest you'd hurry."

Gilbert's eyes widened and he quickly turned to the wall clock. It was already 10:30 AM. He walked over to his closet and slid open the door. He pulled out a white button up shirt and a black blazer.

"And I am hurrying, see ya, I got something to take care of here." Gilbert said.

"Adios" and with that, Gilbert slammed his phone on the table, but before he could even button up his shirt, two arms wrapped around his bare chest.

"Good morning, last night was great…" the feminine voice purred into his ear. He got out of the embrace and buttoned up his shirt. He didn't really want to talk to her or to see her.

"Wait, you're leaving already? Couldn't you stay a little longer? I'll make it fun…" she said seductively, but it didn't affect Gilbert at all, instead it sent a few shivers down his spine. He pulled open the drawer and put on his sunglasses.

"Nah, this piece of awesomeness needs to fly. Here's your clothes now leave." He said as he tossed her clothes and walked down the stair case. Her jaw dropped and she followed him downstairs.

"Wait, what?" she asked, confused as she put on her outfit. Gilbert grabbed his red scarf and tied it around his neck before he turned to her.

"You heard me, leave…I've got nothing else to do with you."

This was Gilbert Beilschmidt, a famous actor with a pitch-black heart. He had never felt love, but everyone around him loved him. He was satisfied with their love, but he knew that was not true love. He knew love was something inexplicably amazing. It was the one and only thing that could cure his emptiness. The problem was; he never knew about that emptiness in him.

He was completely fine with the way things were now. If he wanted something, he would buy it. If he wanted sex, then he would buy a hooker or pick up one of his fans. Simple, he thought. All he had were sex relationships. No feelings or emotions were involved, just sex. After he and this person do the deed, he loses all attraction towards them. His heart was that cold and dark. Gilbert was smart, really but people thought of him as an idiot for being satisfied with relationships like that.

After the woman had stomped out of the pent house in frustration, he sighed and continued to dress up. He sent a text message to Antonio, letting the Spaniard know that he was going. He pulled out a red bandanna and walked out of the door as he tied it around his neck. There, he encountered two large men, about a few inches larger than him in dark suits and sunglasses.

"Good morning, Mr. Beilschmidt, are you ready to go?" one of the guards asked. The albino yawned and nodded as they entered the elevator. The three of them walked to the parking lot, found and got into Gilbert's black Porsche and drove off to Speak Co. Currently, Antonio had found Gilbert a job there for a movie. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of grumbling.

"How unawesome…" He mumbled.

"Is there something wrong?" The driver asked.

"Nah, I'm just hungry." Gilbert replied.

"There's a burger joint nearby." One of the body guards suggested. Gilbert winced; he didn't like burgers that much and if he did buy a burger, a certain American would try to steal it from him when they arrive.

"I'm too awesome for those stuff!" Gilbert said proudly. As they neared the building, Gilbert put on a black cap and hid his hair. If he got out of the car without a hat, he would surely attract a lot of fans. Not all people had white hair, so it was easy to tell he was the famous actor. The driver parked the car in front of the building and Gilbert hopped out. On the staircase, he spotted in a man in a suit with curly brown hair, glancing around.

"Toni!" Gilbert called out.

Antonio glanced down at the albino. He slammed his phone shut and ran down the stairs, catching up with the albino.

"Finally, where have you been?" Antonio asked.

"At home, I kinda found someone sleeping next to me." Gilbert chuckled and rubbed his head.

"Was she hot?" Antonio asked again.

"When we woke up, I found out she wasn't that hot!" Gilbert grumbled as they climbed up the white marble steps. Antonio sighed.

"That sucks, man, but poor chica. Anyway, we need to get you inside before someone recognizes you." Antonio sighed and pushed the Prussian into the building. The audition went well after the director stopped spazzing. Gilbert had gotten the role of the main character. After the audition, Gilbert and Antonio met up with their good friend, Francis Bonnefoy, a costume designer outside the building.

"Yo, Francis! What's up?" Gilbert called out, still wearing his cap and sunglasses. Francis waved at them and stopped walking.

"Bonjour, mon ami, I was just headed to my cousin's diner…he makes very good food. I taught him well." Francis said.

"You never told us you had a cousin nearby. Where does he work?" Antonio asked curiously. Francis twirled around and pointed behind him.

"He owns the diner, Maple House, which is just around the corner." Francis smiled.

"Speaking of food, I'm starving! I haven't had breakfast all morning! Where's your cousin's diner again?" Gilbert asked.

"Come, I'll take you there." Francis said. The three of them got into Gilbert's car and drove off. Maple house wasn't far from Speak Co. It was just a block away. After a while, Gilbert parked his car and hopped out with Antonio and Francis. As he stood in front of the diner, he examined the area.

It looked like a typical diner, having one floor and two large windows that stretched from the light brown door to the corner of the building. Above the window was a large sign that said "Maple House" with a maple leaf behind the text. Outside the window was a flower bed decorated with lilies and daisies. In front of the building was a parking space crowded with different types of vehicles.

Francis opened the door and the trio let themselves in. The floor tiles were slippery and shiny. In front of them was a diner bar that reached about 10 feet. Beside the door were red booths with a bright lamp hanging above each table. On the end of the bar stood an arcade machine and a radio that blasted music through out the whole diner. Red barstools stood by the counter and the waiters ran around the area. The place was full of people who continued to chat, laugh and shout.

The trio found themselves some seats by the bar and ran towards the chairs before someone could sit on them. Some customers started whispering at the sight of Gilbert. A few strands of white hair stuck out of his cap. Someone just had to notice.

"Hey, that guy has white hair; do you think he's…?"

"Maybe, but I can't see if he has red eyes."

"I don't care, he's hot!"

"Your Cuz has a nice place." Gilbert whispered to Francis as he scanned around. His eyes landed on the menu and he started browsing. It seemed that pancakes and waffles were the specialty here.

"Hey, Francis, where's your cousin?" Antonio asked the Frenchman. Francis lit up and started to glance around the diner.

"I don't know, he must be in the kitchen." Francis said. A knocking noise in front of them caught their attention and the three of them turned to a man who was wearing a white chef uniform with an apron. He had blonde hair that reached his chin and a single curl stood out. He had blue-violet eyes that were shielded by wire-rim glasses. The three of them practically shrieked in surprise. They were sure that that guy was not there before.

"H-Hey Francis, welcome." He said with a weak smile. Francis stood up and placed an arm around the boy's neck.

"Ah…Matthew, these are mes amis, Gilbert and Antonio. Toni, Gil this is my cousin Matthew. He was born in Canada, but he was sent to live with me for a while in Paris when we were kids. He's a cute petit, right?" Francis said, shaking Matthew a little, who just smiled at them. Antonio waved at him, but Gilbert just eyed him curiously. Matthew began to shake a little as he grew conscious of those crimson eyes staring at him.

"It's very nice to meet you, eh. Would you like anything?" Matthew asked as he held the notepad in his palm.

"I'll have a salad with extra tomatoes." Antonio smiled. Matthew nodded and Antonio mumbled a "Gracias" under his breath. Then, Matthew turned to Gilbert.

"I'll have some pancakes…" Gilbert replied. Matthew nodded as he wrote down the orders on the note pad.

"Thank you for ordering." He said sheepishly and walked away. Francis sat back down on the bar stool and noticed how Gilbert was gaping at his petit cousin. Francis smirked and approached the albino.

"Mon Ami, isn't Matthew cute?" Francis asked. Gilbert shrugged; yeah he was cute but so what? He thought.

"Why don't you try befriending him?" Antonio piped in. Once again, the albino just shrugged. He watched as Matthew mix the pancake batter and poured it into the pan. Gilbert couldn't take his eyes off him.

"You never know, you might even fall in love with him." Antonio added. Another thing about Gilbert was that, he was bisexual. The only ones who knew of this were Antonio, Francis and his little bruder, Ludwig. Gilbert choked on his own saliva and coughed continuously. Antonio and Francis burst out in laughter. Gilbert stopped coughing; his face slightly pink and he cleared his throat.

"Nah, I don't need love. All I need is the fame and the cash, and I'm good." Gilbert said as he played with a straw.

"Amigo, money can't buy everything. And Matthew might even change the way you think of love." Antonio smiled.

"What do you know?" Gilbert spat at him. Antonio laughed and shrugged when he faced Francis. Gilbert will never learn, will he? Matthew came back with a bowl of freshly made vegetable salad with extra tomatoes and a plate of sweet pancakes. The aroma entered Gilbert's nostrils, causing his stomach to grumble and his mouth to water.

"Here they are; one bowl of freshly made salad with extra tomatoes and a plate of pancakes." Matthew said as he set down the food. Antonio thanked Matthew and started eating.

"Oh, yeah, Gilbert, try your pancakes with this…" Matthew smiled at him, more confidently. He set down a bottle with brown liquid inside right in front of Gilbert's plate.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You've never heard of Maple syrup? It's the best. It goes extremely well with pancakes too. Trust me, you'll love it." Matthew smiled at him. Gilbert shrugged and opened the bottle. He poured the sweet and sticky liquid on his pancakes and cut off a piece. He plopped it into his mouth.

"It's delicious!" Gilbert said, waving the fork in the air. Matthew just laughed and walked back into the kitchen.

"He seems to like you, Gilbert." Francis said. Gilbert smirked; maybe he should talk with this guy later. After finishing their food, they paid the cashier and walked out of the diner and back to the parking lot. As Francis and Antonio continued to chat, Gilbert glanced around and found Matthew leaning against a red truck with a bottle in his hand.

"Uh, you guys go ahead. I think I forgot something." Gilbert lied. Antonio and Francis shrugged and waved goodbye. Gilbert walked towards Matthew, trying to act smooth.

"Yo" He called out as he was nearing Matthew. The Canadian waved and took a sip of…maple syrup. Gilbert stopped walking and leaned on the red truck.

"This your truck?" Gilbert asked.

"Oui" He replied. So, he speaks French too, hmm? Gilbert thought.

"Hey, so…um…what's up?" Gilbert asked, thinking of other things to ask.

"Nothing much, why aren't you with Francis and Antonio?" Matthew asked.

"They left already…"

"Oh…"

"So….why are you drinking maple syrup?" Gilbert asked as he pointed at the half-full bottle of maple syrup.

"Oh, it's so good; I usually drink it like this though…" Matthew smiled sweetly at the albino. It was true, you are what you eat. Matthew kept on drinking maple syrup, now he was so sweet. Gilbert adjusted his black cap and turned to the small blonde.

"Hey, Mattie?"

"Yes?"

"You, me, hotel now."

Matthew felt silent for a minute. He didn't turn red, he didn't yell, he didn't hit the albino in the head with the bottle of syrup. He just stood there, shocked and petrified, but his body allowed him to cough up one word.

"Eh?"

Babbling section:

~ I know it seems a bit rushed, but Gilbert isn't really in love with Mattie just yet. He's just attracted, and as stated above (or not), when he's attracted to someone, he just tries to get in their pants and he's done. I know, I'm horrible for making him like that.

~If there are any mistakes, please tell me about them, I'm terribly sorry about them. This story is not beta'ed.

~I don't really know much about showbiz, I don't even know that much about business, because I haven't finished school yet. So please tell me if something is oddly wrong.

~Please do not kill me if you hated the story. Thank you for taking the time to read this, though.