What was she doing? What was this blonde haired, indigo eyed goddess doing sleeping on my couch? You're probably wondering how I know her eyes are an amazing mixture between blue and violet if she's sleeping. Well this beautiful creation from god was my high school crush, Madeline Williams. I stood there in the entrance way to living room staring at her curled up form on the sofa, she was really pretty with the bit of light from the street pouring in the window behind her. Madeline's blonde hair was slightly messy from her slumber and her thin wire framed glasses were askew on her face. Taking off my shoe and coat as quietly as I could, brushing my hand through my white hair I let out a sigh. Today had been a really unawesome day at work and I was way too tired to even care that my crush was asleep on the chesterfield in my living room. Looking back at Madeline I moved as silently as humanly possible toward her, once I reached the piece of furniture she was resting on I stopped and watched her for a moment. Madeline had stirred a little as I gently moved a piece of her golden hair and lifted the glasses off her pale face, have glasses on while you were trying to catch some "z's" didn't seem to be the most comfortable. Placing then on the small table beside the couch I continued to study her. 'Why was she in my house?' I thought, 'there was no reason for her to be here was there?' The only thing I could think of was Francis but I highly doubt that my best friend would bring home the girl of my dreams so he could sleep with her. I mean, yes, he maybe a huge player but when it comes to love and his best friends he's always there to help us get the girl not take the girl from us. I decided to push any thoughts of Francis and Madeline out of my mind for now and head off to bed. With one last look at the sofa and Madeline's napping figure I left the room and went straight to my basement room.

The next morning I awoke to smell of something awesome. I had no idea what it was but it smelt like heaven! Even Gilbird was chirping away happily. Getting out of bed I follow the sent all the way to the kitchen, only to find Madeline standing over the stove cooking some sort of food. Her light wavy blonde hair was tided back in two messy pony tails and that infamous curl was hanging out in front of her face. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. So seeing Madeline on the couch last night was actually real. I stood in awe as I watched her move around the kitchen preparing what I assumed to be her breakfast, she looked rather cute in her oversized red sweater and standard blue jeans. Madeline didn't seem to notice me standing there until Gilbird started tweeting loudly from a top my head. Letting out a little squeak she spun around to face the direction of the noise, her face went a bright pink when she spotted me. Her eyes moving from my face to my chest and back. We stared at each other for a few seconds before she turned away. I looked down at my torso to see bare skin and my work pants, I blushed slightly. I was not the most muscular person but I still had some toning to my chest. As quickly as I had walked to the kitchen, I left to go back to my room and fetch a shirt. Upon entering my room I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding, that was defiantly a sight in the morning. Rifling through my dresser I found a decent pair of black jeans and a white shirt with the Prussian eagle across the front. After changing in to them I ran my figures through my hair trying to tame my bed head. Once I was satisfied by my appearance I ventured back upstairs.

Again I found myself standing at the entrances to the kitchen but this time I was greeted with the sight of Francis, my best friend/roommate in navy blue slacks and a white dress shirt with his blonde locks tired back with a red ribbon making a morning coffee.

"Oh! Bonjour Gilbert! I didn't realize you going to be home," he spoke in a cheerful tone. "How was your night at work?"

I groaned in response to his question as I found my way to the kitchen table. Resting my head against the surface I let out yet another sigh at the thought of my shift at work.

"That bad?" Francis placed the cup of hot coffee beside my head and spoke again, "so what happened this time?" taking a seat across from me, he took a sip of his drink and waited for my responds. Letting out a huff of air I lifted my face to look at him.

"The same old unawesome stuff" I said, "people making fun of my awesome albino self, the press getting unawesomely shut down for a bit so it can get fixed again, a few things going wrong with other machine at the same time and on top of all that meine unawesome little bruder wasn't at work so I had to some creep from line three to drive me home." I took a small sip of the drink Francis had given me and continued. "I really hate working at that factory but it was the only place that was hiring. How was your day?" I ask shifting back in my chair.

Brushing the stray hair out of his face Francis yawned a little, "Well the restaurant was pretty busy last night, and I had to stay later to clean up. Then after that I ended up having to go pick Madeline up." Stretching my arms out above my hair I look around the room to notice there was no Maddie in sight. Looking back at France with slight confusion on my face, I sat forward,

"Speaking of Madeline, where is she and why is she here?"

"Oh, she's upstairs looking for a change of clothes I think and I had to pick her up last night from a really late hockey practice. Her parents aren't home at the moment and her stupid brother's over at his boyfriends place."

I shifted in the chair taking another drink from my cup, I started at the blonde haired man that sat opposite me. He was looking down at the newspaper that comes in the mail every day. There was one question that was floating around in my head all morning, and it was looking for an answer, "Francis?" he brought he gaze up from the paper to me. "How do you know Madeline?"

He looked at me with a hint of a smile on his lips. Francis opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by a quiet voice,

"H-his my cousin," the soft voice brought my attention to the doorway and there stood the beautiful goddess I was thinking about early. She was now wearing a pair of dark blue boot cut jeans and a less then figure flattering baggy collared short sleeve shirt that was little off white with red strips on the sleeve cuffs and collar with a little maple leave on the breast pocket. I looked between her and Francis, finally seeing the similarities, their hair was the same colour and waviness and they had almost the same facial structure. I felt super unawesome for ever thinking that France would try to get with her now that I knew they were related. I watched as Madeline placed the dishes from her meal this morning in the sink and silently take a seat beside Francis. We sat in an awkward quiet for what seemed like an eternity before the French man spoke,

"So ma petite Madeline, how did you sleep?"

Madeline looked up from her hand to answer her cousin in a voice that always come out as a whisper, "I slept just fine, although I thought I lost my glasses this morning because I couldn't find them."

"Oh really?"

"Y-yes, I could have sworn I feel asleep with them on but when I woke up they were gone. It took me a few minutes to find them. Did you take them off for me?" she directed her question towards Francis.

"Uh, non, I do not remember doing that, maybe you took them off when you were half asleep," he replied looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I started to blush a little. Feeling that I needed to get out of there I stood up rather abruptly, slamming my hands on the table making Madeline jump, I felt kind of bad for that.

"Well the awesome me needs go and do some awesome things and check on mien bruder, so I must be leaving." I announced, "it was good seeing you Madeline and have an awesome day." Racing out of the kitchen I grabbed my coat and shoes and headed straight for the door. I could hear Francis tell me to drive safely before a shut the wooded door. Jumping on my crotch rocket I sped off down the street toward my brother's house.

~~3rd P.O.V~~ Back in the house

Madeline continued to stare at the door Gilbert practically ran out of with a small blush painting her cheeks. The sound of dishes being collected brought her out of her trance, looking away Madeline saw Francis placing his and Gilbert's mugs in the sink. She stood up and made her way over to the sink to help.

"So, ma cher, what are you doing today?" Francis asked as she started to wash her plate. After rinsing and staking her dish Madeline turned to answer the question

"W-well, I don't really h-have anything planed, why?"

Francis was now sitting at the table again reading the paper, moving his head so he could look at his cousin a small smile crept up on his lips, "oh good! Then we shall go shopping or something, non?"

"O-oh okay"

Translations!
Bonjour =hello (French)
Meine = my (German)
Bruder = Brother (German)
Mon petite = my little (French)
Sorry if any of the translation are incorrect! I know a bit of both languages but I'm most certainly not fluent in them!