Thank you Indo-Chan, you're my only review... but thanks for the encouraging words. I know I haven't updated this in forever but only last week I was told by lovely Indo-chan that I should continue. You're such an inspiration! Thank you!
Well, my Muse is full grown and beautiful! So expect better writing?
Gilbert walked into the circular meeting room; he had convinced Germany to take him with, to his surprise, his brother readily agreed, not wanting the albino to get depressed and drunk like a certain Brit.
What surprised him further was who was waiting in the conference room. He immediately spotted the boy from the street sitting quietly in chair, looking like he didn't expect anyone to talk to him.
The fact that he looked so alone wasn't surprising, just what he was doing. Only countries were allowed in this meeting, tomorrow representatives would come in. Wondering if he got the schedule mixed up, Gilbert walked over to him.
"Hey there Birdie.' He hadn't noticed the nickname that came out of his mouth, it just seemed natural to call him that. In his defense, he looked like a little lost chick, sort of like his Gilbird when he first got him.
The Canadian looked up, astonished to see the man from Yesterday. "oh, hello."
The other couldn't help but blush, he had the cutest little voice ever.
Right when he was about to ask him, Francis waltzed over, throwing his arms around the boy. "Ah! Petit Mattieu! 'ow long 'as it been?"
The boy smiled a delicate smiled, "About two hours."
Then the Frenchmen noticed Gilbert. "Oh, Gilbert you know mon Mattiue? Don't get any idea's he's too innocent."
He giggled a little, "Non, I was raised by you and Arthur, how can I still be innocent?"
Francis pretended to be astonished, "what? We never did anything less you wakeup from a nightmare and went to find us but instead got a bigger one."
"What about when Arthur came home drunk?'
He sighed a nostalgic, regretful sigh, "He was too far gone at that point. I know he only did it to get me to carry him, but he should 'ave known it was what drove the wedge."
Francis went away after that, probably to go get some wine from one of the staff waiting around. Gilbert turned back to the little blond in front of him, "How do you know him?" he asked though it was pretty evident. HE should have seen it sooner, they looked so much alike.
"He's my father. You?" BY now the whole conversation seemedscripted.
"Friends. Sooooo..." he carried on lamely. He was ashamed of himself for still not knowing what country he was. IT was hard to keep track of all France and England's kids, they had adopted too many in his opinion. He knew it was one of their biological children but his mind kept on drawing up the loud wannabe America. Strangely, when he thought about it, his birdie looked a lot like the loud mouth.
Just as he was about to draw a conclusion, the devil, so to speak, romped over.
"Matty!" He pulled him out of his char and kissed him. "I'm glad Ivan hasn't sat on you yet."
Matthew's face was now bright red, "Alfred, please don't do that in public." if possible, his voice had gotten smaller.
"But, I want every one to know no one can mess with you. Especially Ivan!"
He nodded solemnly before following Alfred to their seats, thus ending Gilbert's chances with the blond he so desired to be with.
Waaah! I'm so mean to Prussia. Either way, in later chapters I plan on making Alfred advantage taking... is that a thing? and then Gil will save the day, because I love him.
I'm also sorry about Canada, I can't describe him in a way other than boy. he's most certainly not a man...