So I read DrabbleDrabblePsychobabble's 101 Themes challengeand decided that I wanted to do it. My friend gave me my first 50 words and the third word was key and then BAM! plot bunnies spawned in my head. So yeah I'm guessing that this is gonna be the epic journey of Mattie trying to discovering the hidden sides of Gilbert - with a bunch of owaris since I love them so.... Yeah...does anyone read author notes? Oh well, have some fun!
Key
Matthew had created a key to understanding Gilbert. It changed depending on what day of the week it was – sometimes it was based on the type of beer available or how much maple syrup used during breakfast – but it usually held firm for the greater part of dealing with Gilbert Beilshmidt.
On Monday; Gilbert refused to get out of bed before noon unless prompted with pancakes. He would then pour the entire bottle of syrup over his breakfast and eat fast enough to make even Alfred sick to his stomach. After that, he would either visit his brother – of course bringing Matthew along with him, since everyone wanted to bask in his 'awesomeness' – or lounge around on the couch until he decided it was time for dinner – making enough wurst and potatoes to feed a small nation and destroying as much of Matthew's previously spotless kitchen in the process. He spent the next hour after eating cleaning every surface of the kitchen until it shone like the sun. The perfection of the kitchen was followed by indulging Matthew in whichever movie or television show he wanted to watch, no matter how girly or mentally painful it was for his 'awesomeness.' After all, Matthew put up with his less-than-awesomeness all day and deserved some time to himself. Plus, Gilbert would get to have the wonderful blond head in his lap or on his shoulder the entire time. Who could resist that?
On Tuesday; Gilbert was up first, making sure Matthew was wrapped firmly in blankets to ward off the chill sure to set in with the lack of extra body heat, and tried – honestly he did – to cook breakfast without burning anything or ruining the kitchen. He had not yet succeeded in this, but he was willing to continue trying. The times that the fire alarm did not jolt Matthew awake, Gilbert would wake him up with a tray of bacon, eggs, fruit and orange juice, all of which the Canadian ate happily despite the slightly burnt taste to the bacon and eggs. He hadn't found out the reason to the once a week breakfast-in-bed, but Matthew was more than happy enough to allow the Prussian to continue his endeavor as long as he cleaned up after himself – which he thankfully did.
After the breakfast was cleared up and showers were taken, Gilbert did any of the errands that needed doing without being asked and insisted that Matthew do nothing. Of course, Matthew being the busy-body he was, the idea lasted a grand total of five hours on average before he couldn't stand simply sitting around anymore. Matthew would stop Gilbert in any menial task he was performing at the time and pout until the man agreed to stop for the day - "so you can bask in the glow of my awesome self." There was beer and other forms of alcohol then, sometimes a drunken call to Francis or Antonio – neither could ever really remember much of what they had said to their victim on the other line, but they either got lecherous looks or ones of pure shock for days after wards – and usually Matthew would pass out and wake up later in bed, being flattened by Gilbert. That part didn't exactly bug him, it was the pain in his head that got to him though he should have been used to it after a century.
Wednesdays were spent with Matthew nursing a hangover and being dragged behind Gilbert if there was a meeting or the man simply wanted out of the house. Matthew was just glad Gilbert was around to bring him aspirin when he thought his head may very well explode – surely even Canada could do that, nation status and economy be damned. He'd have a beautiful breakfast of water and aspirin, followed by a filling lunch of the very same and, if he were truly hungry, he'd go back for a third helping and add a delicious sleeping pill that knocked him out cold. Perfect Wednesday for both Matthew and Gilbert.
Thursday, Matthew would apologize to Gilbert all day for allowing himself to get as drunk as he had and would not stop until he was forced into silence by another set of lips on his. He stopped the verbal apologies, at least. Physically...well, that was by far another story. Matthew would practically worship Gilbert for as long as he possibly could. It wasn't as if it hurt or anything, it was...fun. By the time they were both spent, Matthew would have the apologies out of his system and he didn't feel guilty anymore about being watched over for a day. He'd repaid his debt, with interest. Of course, that did not stop him from nearly wiping out the kitchen with his enormous diner – they had missed lunch, after all, and breakfast had been rather...rushed. Thursday was the best day of the week, really.
Fridays were drinking nights for Gilbert – the official drinking nights anyway. He would go out to some bar or another with Antonio and Francis – sometimes Lovino, Matthew or even Arthur would tag along – and drink enough to give a human liver failure. Francis would usually drag Gilbert through the door in a seemingly friendly manner, though anyone that knew Francis knew his idea of help was a bit too friendly, followed by Antonio who was more than likely harassing Lovino over the phone. After extracting Gilbert for Francis' wandering hands, Matthew would haul him up the stairs and into bed before laying himself out on the couch. He had learned the hard way that Gilbert was not very coordinated in a half-drunk, half-asleep state an found it near impossible to reach a bathroom before heaving the contents of his stomach on to the most readily available surface – Matthew had received a week's worth of breakfast in bed for that fantastic evening.
Saturday was almost the reverse of Wednesday. Matthew would watch after Gilbert, though his headache was not as long lasting as Matthew's and he always received the proper compensation after wards. Ah yes, Saturdays were good days as well – though Matthew felt just a bit sore on Sunday and usually had to wear long sleeves if he were to go out – Gilbert had to wear almost an entire winter ensemble some weeks. But that was Matthew's favorite part of Saturday.
Sunday, unless there was a meeting or a conference with one boss or another, Gilbert and Matthew laid around the house as if they were half dead, simply enjoying the company the other provided or watching Kumajirou and Gilbird chase one another. The latter happened to be a favorite of the pair since Gilbird always managed to scare the polar bear into skittering through the house and into a wall or door – it certainly helped to explain the forgetfulness the poor creature could never seem to get rid of. They would smile and laugh and it felt as if they were a normal family and GPDs were nothing but letters that had no effect on their health whatsoever.
But all that was routine, normal and a basic fact of life in their odd little house, it gave no clue to how Gilbert felt or thought or anything less than what any random person could gather. Yes, Matthew's key was flawless, to the 'T,' but he wanted the key to Gilbert's mind or soul or some such overly romantic nonsense. He wanted something that the rest of the world could never and would never have. He wanted all of Gilbert, to know him as well as he knew himself. It was probably a risky challenge, but really what wasn't in his crazy world? It wasn't as if he didn't have the time – sometimes being invisible ninety-nine percent of the time had its advantages, as did being the personification of a nation. He had all the time in the world, more or less, and he could – would – continue to discover every side of Gilbert he had not already.
He was going to find the perfect key to understanding the entirety of Gilbert Beilshmidt if it was the very last thing he did.
Wow haven't written something without dialogue in so long. It's kind of weird. Next one will be up soon I hope and it will definitely be longer! I'm excited! Lol
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