A/N: Hello~ This is just a little fic I wrote in my free time. Please let me know whatyou think of it! And if I feel inspired enough I'm sure someone can talk me into continuing this~
Anyways please enjoy and I'm sorry it's so short.
Gilbert was gone.
What a simple thought. Simple, yet so very painful. Matt felt a single tear began to roll down his cheek and he silently wiped it away.
Gil wouldn't have wanted him to be so sad. He wouldn't have wanted him to cry.
It was getting to that cliche part in his life again where everything he saw or heard would remind the Canadian of the Prussian. Only this time, these memories wouldn't cause the blonde to smile like a dork, no, these memories held a heavy weight on his heart, Matthew doubted he'd be able to smile again in a long time.
The Canadian could barely stand to live in his own house, everything he saw, every room he visited housed another memory. Like the kitchen, where Matthew had made breakfast every morning, and Gil would sometimes interrupt him just to wrap his arms around Mattie and hold the Canadian close. What about the dining room, where Matthew had to beg and plead for Gil to eat his vegetables -the Prussian having claimed they weren't worthy of his 'awesome' taste buds- and in the end they had ended up in a different room entirely, laughing at each other, the vegetables still sitting on a plate in the dining room -forgotten. Then there was the bedroom, where they both discovered the other harvested fears for things they never would've imagined, and they had ended up spending hours just holding each other close, soothing one another with whispered sweet nothings. Oh! And we mustn't forget the couch, that was where Gil had told Mattie he loved him for the very first time... And the last.
Matthew could feel more tears swelling up in his eyes, threatening to spill over, he quickly swatted them away with his sleeve, trying to remind himself yet again that Gilbert would have never wanted him to cry. - but honestly, his memory of the Prussian had begun to fade the second Gilbert had left, maybe that was why all these memories felt so painful to him, because he tried so hard to desperately cling them in vain, hoping it wouldn't be the last time he remember them. Maybe every mark the albino man had ever left on the world would eventually disappear just as the remaining hours of his life had.
This thought just brought even more tears to Matthew's eyes.