This is going to be all of my PruCans together, seeing as how I really needed to explain a few things. This makes it easier on all of you.

Enjoy! ;3

Gilbert first met Matthew Williams on Matthew's birthday, July first, in a dark alley. He was just walking past the mouth of the alley, not paying attention to anything in particular, when he heard a strangled voice yelling, "I'm not Alfred!"

"Shut up, you stupid American." An answering voice said, and Gilbert recognized it instantly as Vash, the Switz who he had picked a fight with the previous semester. "You're going to pay for touching my sister."

"I'm not Alfred!" The voice cried again, and Gilbert looked into the alley way to see the angry blond Switz holding up a squirming dirty blond headed girl. Vash wasn't very tall, but he managed to hold the girl a good foot off the ground by fisting the front of her red sweatshirt.

"Dude, cut it out." Gilbert snapped, walking over and pulling Vash from the girl. "What's your deal?"

"Alfred touched Lilli, and he's going to pay!" Vash growled, glaring at Gilbert.

"So you take it out on her?" Gilbert pointed at the girl, who was on the ground, crying. He leaned down and put an arm around her shoulder, but she flinched, moving away. Gilbert sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She allowed him to put an arm around her shoulder again, and he let her cry on his shoulder as he glared up at Vash, whose face was slightly red with embarrassment.

"Get out of my sight Vash, before I do something we'll both regret." Gilbert growled, before he began to rub comforting circles on the crying girl's back. "It'll be okay, he won't hurt you anymore."

Vash turned and stalked away, while Gilbert sat with her for a moment longer. He noticed a white stuffed bear beside her knee, in the mud, and he picked it up. Then, he stood, pulling her up with him.

He realized right then that she was actually a he.

"You uh, you dropped this, I think." Gilbert prayed he hadn't noticed that he had referred to him as a she.

"T-thank you..." Came the almost silent reply.

"Anytime." Gilbert smiled down at the boy, who refused to look up. His smile fell away, wondering if Vash had done any more damage. The boy didn't protest as he lifted his face to see three long cuts, likely from a knife; one across his neck (it was a very shallow cut), one across his cheek, and one across his forehead.

"Was, did you take Lilli's hair bow or something?" Gilbert chuckled, though the boy finally looked up, only to fix him with a dark glare. The fact that he had deep purple-blue eyes didn't help, and Gilbert took a step back, hands raised in surrender. "I just wanted to know why Vash was trying to beat you up.

"It's n-nothing." His eyes lightened as he regarded him curiously. "Why... Why did you... Save me?"

"Because you needed help." Gilbert shrugged before grinning. "And I'm pretty awesome!"

He blinked at Gilbert before looking down, his gaze locked on the cement. Gilbert sighed again.

"Come on." He grabbed his hand and tugged him gently after him. When the boy began to trip, Gilbert picked him up bridal style to make it easier. He blushed, but didn't protest. "My name is Gilbert by the way. Gilbert Beilschmidt. What's yours?" The boy didn't reply. "If you don't tell me, you'll force my hand. I'll have to come up with a nickname for you, and I don't think you'd like that."

But Gilbert already had a nickname for the boy; Birdie. The blond reminded the albino of a jumpy little bird, so the name fit.

When the boy still didn't answer, Gilbert smiled. "Birdie it is, then."

"W-why Birdie...?" He asked quietly.

"Because you're adorable, like a baby bird." Gilbert replied, not entirely lying. He really was adorable. 'Birdie' blushed again.

Gilbert carried him to his apartment and set him down long enough to open the door before picking him up again and kicking the door shut after entering. He then placed him on the counter, and turned the radio on.

"Stay right here." Gilbert said, then started walking away as 'I Can Be Your Hero, Baby' by Enrique Iglesias started to play. He got some things out of the bathroom to clean the wounds, and came out to hear the boy singing softly.

Would you tremble

if I touched your lips?

Would you laugh?

Oh please tell me this.

Now would you die

for the one you loved?

Hold me in your arms, tonight.

Gilbert watched him, entranced by his soft, clear voice. His heart fluttered for a moment as he ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair.

I can be your hero, baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

Would you swear

that you'll always be mine?

Or would you lie?

would you run and hide?

Am I in too deep?

Have I lost my mind?

I don't care...

You're here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

Oh, I just want to hold you.

I just want to hold you.

Am I in too deep?

Have I lost my mind?

I don't care...

You're here tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by your forever.

You can take my breath away.

I can be your hero.

I can kiss away the pain.

And I will stand by you forever.

"You have a good voice." Gilbert remarked, which caused him to start, slipping off the counter, and scramble into a corner. "Hey, hey now, I'm not going to hurt you..."

The boy relaxed somewhat when he saw that it was only Gilbert, and stood. Gilbert sat him back on the counter, and tended to his wounds.

"M-Matthew, eh." The boy said after a few moments of silence, earning a confused look from Gilbert. "My name. I-it's Matthew Williams."

"Alfred Jones' twin?" Gilbert received only a nod in response. "Of course, I'd get stuck Alfred Jones' brother, and-Hey, don't start crying on me!"

Matthew shook his head as he cried, trying to slip down so he could leave, but he slumped down to the floor, too weak from stress to move much. Gilbert picked him up again, and carried him to his bed, whispering soft words to him. Once he was placed on the bed, Matthew fell asleep quickly. Gilbert smiled down at him, and wondered how old he was.

Then it hit him; Matthew was Alfred's twin. Alfred had just turned nineteen, which meant Matthew had just turned nineteen, which meant Gilbert was a year and a half older than him.

And that was it!

Matthew woke one morning while Gilbert was trying to clean his room a bit. He smiled at the wheat-blond as he worked. "Didn't mean to wake you kiddo."

"I'm not a kid, eh." Matthew muttered, curling in on himself in the blanket. He had been at Gilbert's house for a week (his family DID know he was there) and had grown used to the albino. This meant he was slightly less nervous around Gilbert.

"You're a year and a half younger than me." Gilbert finished and smirked at Matthew. "You're a kid in my eyes."

Matthew didn't want to admit that those words hurt; he couldn't be falling for the self-proclaimed Prussian albino... Could he?

"Wha'ever." He muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow he had placed over his face.

"Get up, lazy bones, before I do something I'll regret later." Gilbert warned, feigning threatening. Matthew assumed he was entirely joking, so he just rolled over onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes.

Gilbert suddenly jumped on the bed, straddling the Canadian's hips.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" Matthew sputtered, his face a deep red. "Get off!"

Gilbert grabbed Matthew's wrists and held his arms above his head, grinning down at the squirming, flustered boy. "I warned you, Birdie." He sang, still smiling.

"G-Gil!" Matthew tried to shove, kick, or roll him off, but he just couldn't. "Wha-"

"Shut up." Gilbert said quietly, and Matthew complied, blinking up at Gilbert's red eyes curiously as Gilbert leaned down so his lips were by Matthew's ear.

"Guess what?" He whispered, breath tickling the younger's ear. This earned him a shiver.

"Mm?" Matthew mumbled, no longer trying to escape.

"You're..." Gilbert played with the odd curl that he could never get to stick down, earning another shiver, and a sigh. "It."

And suddenly Gilbert was gone, running out of the room at an incredible speed. Matthew stared after him for a moment in shock before he took off after him. He rounded the corner beside the stairs, and spotted Gilbert sitting calmly at the kitchen table. He walked down and sat across from Gilbert, eyeing him curiously.

"Don't undress people with your eyes." Gilbert murmured, though he seemed off somehow. "It's rude..."

"Doesn't seem to stop you from doing it." Matthew replied, nudging Gilbert with his foot playfully.

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep your innocence." He looked back up at Matthew, his usual cocky grin back. "Unless, of course, you don't want it?"

"N-no, I… I w-want to keep it." Matthew scooted back a little, suddenly feeling too close to Gilbert, as they had both leaned over the table towards one another.

"Really?" Gilbert stood, and walked to Matthew. He then plopped down in Matthew's lap, grinning. Matthew's cheeks were suddenly marred with a pink tint. "Cause I think you'd be willing to lose it for me, Birdie~"

"G-Gil-Gilbert!" Matthew squeaked as one of the albino's hands slipped up into his shirt, tickling his chest. Giggles erupted from the Canadian, and Gilbert soon had him down on the floor. He was straddling Matthew's hips, grinning down at him. It wasn't until Matthew's face was beat red that Gilbert realized how compromising the position was. He also noticed, however, just how much he was okay with that.

Ten seconds later, Matthew's lips were trapped by Gilbert's, the albino's tongue darting across them, asking for entrance. Matthew obliged.

He didn't remember much after that.