Yay, I finished editing chapter 2 u

Again, I'm sorry for taking that long QAQ

Final exams are coming up and I have to prepare a presentation! _

Anyway, thanks for still reading this and being that patient with me Q^Q I really appreciate it!

Enjoy~

Chapter 2

Matthew's POV

Francis came back a few minutes after Gilbert and I had introduced ourselves properly.

When Francis started taking my measurements, I noticed that he was a really big pervert. I mean, which tailor told their customer to strip completely and groped their customer's ass all the time. I'm glad that Gilbert convinced him that I could keep on my boxers.

"So Gilbert, how is your search for 'Hero' going?" asked the Frenchman, groping my ass again, while I was distracted by concentrating on the other two's conversation. "Mathieu, you have such a nice ass~" cooed the pervert in my ear.

Gilbert had laughed when I he noticed my embarrassment, but he stopped when Francis mentioned this 'Hero'. The only person I knew, who called himself a hero was Alfred. Did they mean Alfred?

I listened to their conversation again. "Some guy in Berwald's pub said he was currently in the Northern Kingdom, but I don't know if I can trust such a not awesome and random guy," said Gilbert, stretching his limbs.

Francis stopped his groping and I sighed relieved. "Mon ami, I think this might be true. I've heard something similar yesterday when I was... gathering information," purred Francis. Now I know that something was off. There was no kingdom called the 'Northern Kingdom', I'm sure of it!

"W-wait, where is this kingdom supposed to be?" I asked unbelieving.

"In the north, duh," said Gilbert while rolling his eyes. "Eurṓpē is not that big, you should know."

"Eh?" I've never heard of Eurṓpē, it sounds a lot like Europe, but...

That was a little to much action for me. I wanted to walk over to Gilbert, shake him and demand him to stop joking, but my feet were caught up in some garments, which caused me to trip.

~xoxoxoxoxoxox~

When I woke up I was lying in a bed in an unfamiliar bed room. Maybe it was Francis.

"What happened, eh?" I asked myself.

I heard some rustling, then some steps on wooden floor. "You're really dumb, you know that? What were you doing hitting your head in Francis' shop? But I suspected that it wouldn't take long for you to wake up, when my awesomeness graces this stupid inn room. Who would like to miss a moment in my awesome presence voluntarily?" he said. I took my glasses from the nightstand and put them on.

"Good morning to you, too?" I really didn't know what to answer but this. I remembered that Alfred said something like that a few months ago.

-flashback-

Alfred woke up earlier than usually and decided to visit me in my room.

"Mattie, Mattie, are you awake?" he asked. Of course I was awake, I was dressing that moment when Alfred barged into my room.

"Yes, Alfred," I sighed. My brother smiled.

"Okay, that was a stupid question. It would be too bad if you would miss a moment of the hero!" he exclaimed, adding his stupid laugh and ran out of the room.

"Good morning to you, too?"

-end flashback-

"Mattie? Hey Mattie, are you listening to the awesome things the awesome me has to say?" I yelped a little when Gilbert poked my bruised ribs to get me out of my daydream.

"C-could you please stop this, Gilbert? You're hurting me..." I whispered softly. The pain lessened when Gilbert's hands settled on playing with the room's decoration instead of poking me.

"Well, anyway, Francis said you're clothes were finished, so we're heading over right now." The albino smirked and turned around. "Why are you still sitting on the bed? Hurry up!"

I nodded, even when I doubted that he had seen it. I pushed the white blanket away, throwing my legs over the edge of the bed. The mattress was comfortably soft and I decided to sit there for some more. My eyes looked around to capture details of the room. It was obviously not Francis room, seeing that the room was not as... flamboyant as Francis room usually was. I also noticed some flowers, that my cousin would never set up in his room. I don't know which flower it was, but it was just not one Francis liked. H liked lilies and roses.

I spotted my shoes beside the bed and put them on. Gilbert was probably waiting for me, so I had to hurry up. When I had them on, I went down the stairs and arrived at the lobby. Gilbert was at the reception, talking to the woman behind it. The albino frowned at something the brunette had said.

"Thanks, Michelle. I'll let Francis know, too." Gilbert stepped away and turned around. Now I could see his frown clearly.

"Gilbert, what happened, eh?" I asked. He didn't seem to be in the best mood.

"It's nothing. Come on, we have to go. You too, Gilbird," said the prince. His yellow chick chirped happily and flew over to me, taking a bit of my sleeve in its mouth and trying to pull me forward.

Gilbert's frown had to mean something, but I was afraid to ask what was on his mind. I followed the man out off the inn, nodding slightly towards the girl at the reception, Michelle. She had her hair in two ponytails, which were fixed with two red ribbons. Her dress had a nice shade of blue.

Michelle didn't seem to perceive me, so I let my shoulders drop slightly. I wasn't even noticed in this town. Alright, there's no reason why this town should be different than the other towns I had lived in. Of course I was just as invisible as before.

I sighed loudly, then followed the prince. He was leaning his back on the inn's wall, his eyes focused on the clear, blue sky. The sun brightened his hair even more and his skin looked paler than usual. Maybe that was also because of the sun.

I looked around, recognizing some of the houses. When Gilbert took me to Francis' house yesterday, we passed these houses, I'm sure of it. There was a small bakery across the street, which seemed really popular among the citizens. A queue was forming in front of the building, reaching the house next to the bakery, which was obviously a flower shop, seeing that there were flowers in every shape in front of it.

Someone was clearing their throat. When I turned around I noticed Gilbert smirking at me.

"Busy?" He asked. "I know that Apud Munichen is an awesome town, but you shouldn't waste your time looking at people for that long. They will get irritated."

This was the moment, when somebody decided to grab my shoulder and pulled me back to his chest. A gun was pressed to my head. I couuldn't see the man's face, but he sure sounded murderos.

"If you look at my sister that way again, I definitely take your life without mercy!" The man practically growled like an angry animal.

I was panicking. My body was shivering and I looked at Gilbert, pleading for help with my eyes, but the prince started laughing.

"Kesesesesese, Vash, you don't really think, that this guy," he pointed at me "could be actually hitting on Lily by looking at her. He's new here, so he's been looking around. Nothing serious, bro."

The man, Vash, lowered his gun and loosened his grip. "I hope you tell the truth this time. I don't need another fool chasing after my sister." He went over to Gilbert and held his gun to the silver haired man's chest.

"If that pervert Francis doesn't keep his eyes off Lily, I'll make you pay for it." The blond was a little smaller than the prince. He probably was a hunter, judging by his clothing and the rifle on his back.

"But I'm the prince." Gilbert said when Vash had lowered his gun and walked away from us. The hunter turned around, glaring irritated at Gilbert.

"I don't care!" And with these words he left, walking to a girl, who looked similar to him.

Gilbert snorted. "That guy can't take a joke, can he?" A shot was placed right beside the prince's head.

"I heard that!" The blonde yelled from across the street, making passerby look at him.

"Kesese, we should head back to Francis," Gilbert said nervously and ran in some direction, where I suppose Francis house was.

"Wait, eh!" I said and ran after him.

~xoxoxoxoxoxox~

We arrived at Francis house some minutes later. Now I wondered why we had gone to Francis house instead of his shop. Perhaps it's a quieter part of town? I didn't see as many people as before.

The door opened shortly after we had knocked, with a beaming Francis welcoming us.

"Bienvenue!" he said in his native tongue, giving kisses on Gilbert's and my cheeks. He led us inside, showing us the way to his living room. "Please take a seat." He pointed at his couch. Gilbert sat down first, taking almost all the space for himself. When he noticed that the space left was not enough for me to also fit on the furniture, he moved aside a little. I thanked him and took a place beside the prince.

Francis' house was well decorated. The colors were a little too flashy for my liking, but that's just Francis.

"So, mon chér, I finished you clothing and it looks époustouflant!" The Frenchman cooed, holding some pieces of clothing to me. "You can dress right away, I'll even help you with changing." He smiled creepily, which made me back off.

I fled to the next room to not get molested by my cousin lookalike. Fortunately there were mirrors in this room.

I took off my jeans and my sweatshirt. Both were dirtied by grassy stains and a maple syrup stain that I hadn't noticed before. Must had happened while I was eating yesterday. I changed into the clothes, which indeed looked breathtaking. They were made of red and white garment, which I couldn't quite recognize. Their colors were red and white, like the Canadian flag. There were also small red maple leaves embroidered! The mirror showed myself wearing this unusual clothes. They looked great, but still unusual.

I turned around some times and decided to present the clothing. I walked over to the door but stopped, when I heard Francis and Gilbert talking. I know, it's not good to be eavesdropping, but the words 'hero' and 'brother' caught my attention.

"You know, Mathieu looks just like the description of Hero, maybe it's him?" That was definitely Francis talking. Did he really think I was this 'hero' guy?

"Niemals! Didn't you look at him? He's too lanky to be Hero. And everyone says that Hero has support by some strange guy. Mattie's alone," Gilbert threw in.

"C'est vrai. Where did he come from again? Bordèu? Bozen? Bosen?"

"Some place called Boston. Sounds like a boring place though."

I decided to step in to let the others know of my presence.

"Excusez-moi, I really don't want to interrupt, eh," I said with meek voice.

Both pairs of eyes turned to me. While Gilbert stared wordlessly at me, Francis smirked with satisfication.

"I knew this wold suit you! You look très beau!" I blushed a little. No one had ever told me I was beautiful. That's probably due to the fact that no one had ever noticed me.

"Thank you..." I whispered. I felt pretty uncomfortable when people praised me.

Gilbert cleared his throat to get my and Francis' attention. "So, Mattie, did you listen to what we were talking about?"

I nodded. "Uhm... yes, kind of. But I don't know anything about this hero guy, at least I think that." I whispered the last part, but it seemed like both men heard me.

Gilbert walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "So, Mattie, would you like to travel to the Northern Kingdom with the awesome me? Why do I even ask, of course you do!" He laughed and dragged me to the door.

"Wait, Gilbert! You know that it takes long to travel to the Northern Kingdom, don't you? It takes about a week to go by pegasus from here and you will probably go to your hometown first, non?" Francis looked at Gilbert with doubt. But I wondered what was going on in this country. Winged horses didn't exist, did they? But Francis said 'pegasus', I'm sure of it!

"Ja, but we will find Hero and he will grant my wish," answered the silver haired man.

This was more than strange. First of all: I was in a fairy tale kind of world. That's the only explanation I can find for these strange kingdoms, Francis being a tailor and pegasus didn't exist. Secondly: I didn't know that heroes could grant wishes! But if I really was in a fairy tale world and this Hero granted wishes, I could help Gilbert to look for him and return back home!

"Mattie? Hey, Mattie? Damn it, Matthew, why won't you listen to the awesome me?" yelled Gilbert, waving his hand in front of my face and breaking my train of thoughts. "Are you coming with me or not?"

I stared at Gilbert surprised and smiled. "Sure, eh."

End of chapter 2

Thanks for reading! *bows*

I didn't know the plural of 'pegasus' and used google to look it up. Google told me there was no plural, so I believe it (for now~)

If you noticed, I changed some details, because I didn't mention that 'Hero' can grant wishes ;D I only mentioned it in the sixth chapter and was confused myself, when I read everything ._.

Anyway, I'd like someone to appear in chapter three, besides Itlay, Germany, Germania, Denmark and Norway, so you can suggest someone~

See you soon, I try uploading the next chapter when my final exams are over, so not later than June 1st! I promise Q^Q

Some words:

mon ami (French) – my friend

Bienvenue! (French) – Welcome!

mon chér (French) – my darling

époustouflant (French) – breathtaking

Niemals (German) – never

C'est vrai. (French) – That's true.

Excusez-moi (French) – excuse me

très beau (French) – very beautiful