After that encounter with Gilbert at Alfred's party you sat at home in the dark remember the good and bad of your relationship with him. It got to the point where Matthew began to worry about you.

"Honey, are you ok?" his soft voice asked. But you didn't answer since you were lost in the memories of the man who changed the whole reason why you couldn't just fall in love so easily.

"You know what. I don't have time to deal with this. I will be back." The look in his crimson eyes scared you. It didn't even look like him. He never ever made that face before and never towards you before.

"Oi, Where are you going?" you ask as your boyfriend put on his shoes.

"Out." Was all Gilbert said as he made his way towards the door of your shared apartment.

You grabbed is hand and pulled him back. "That's not a full answer, Gilbert. Just tell me."

"I already told you. I'm going out. Now. Let. Me. Go." He pulled out of your grasp and left you standing there, confused.

You couldn't understand, you guys had the best relationship. Everyone said so. Then what was his problem? You guys never fought like this before.

Why you guys got into arguments in the first place slipped your mind.

It was for anything.

When there wasn't beer in the fridge, he got mad and took it out on you. Saying, how you were stupid for not buying anymore.

When you didn't answer his phone calls, he assumed you were out cheating on him.

Or when you came home late from work, he thought you were with Matthew. You see. Before you and Gilbert went out you always loved Matthew, and for you and him to be best friends made him mad.

The tears you held in finally pushed their way out. You collapsed to the floor back against the door crying. You rubbed your eyes trying to suppress the tears that .flowed down your (S/C) skin. You gathered yourself from the door and made your way back to the bedroom.

You shook your head and put your hand over your face whispering "Why do I have to think about you, of all the people. Why you?"

"Are you hungry, (Y/N)? You've been in here since last night. You really need to eat something." Matthew asked through the door worry stringing his voice.

"Huh. Oh I'm fine, sweetie. I was about to come out anyway. Just let me wash up and I will come make you some breakfast." You said with a smile.

"Uh. No need since it's already past one. I made you some lunch, hurry before it gets cold."

You could hear his soft footsteps descend down the hall. You stood up from your spot at your work desk and walked towards the bathroom that was linked to your office. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and let's just say you looked like crap. How could one man from your past make you look like this. You had bags under your eyes, your hair stuck to the side of your face, and worst of all your eyes were red from crying. "Ugh. I really don't have time for this. Remember he left me. He left me. So don't cry (Y/N). Do not cry." You coached yourself as you splashed the cold water onto your somnolent face trying to wake yourself up. You finished do what you had to do and put on your casual clothes, a plain white shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans and white Jordans.

When you stepped into your brightly colored kitchen, you noticed a little yellow sticky note stuck to the white fridge. It read:

Dear (Y/N),

I won't be home for a while. There is an emergency meeting in Quebec. I don't when I'm going to be home. Possibly tonight or tomorrow afternoon. Anyway don't wait up for me. Remember that I will always love you no matter what.

P.S your lunch is in the microwave.

Amour toujours (Love always),

Matthew Williams

"I love you too, Matthew. Please be safe." You whispered to no one in particular. You hated when he left because it could mean he had to go to war, and war changed everyone. Even Gilbert. After WW2, he wasn't the same.

"Hey." You cooed into Gilbert's ear massaging his shoulders like you did every night he came home from work. This action made a shiver go up his spine.

"Don't do that again." He cursed through gritted teeth as he pulled away from your hands.

You stared in shock mouth slightly ajar, "What? Don't you usually like when I do that?" You questioned with an astonished look on your face. He usually liked it when you whispered in his ear.

"Well just stop it now."

"But-"

"I said. Stop it! Now!" he stood up and did the usual. First he grabbed his car keys, then his wallet, and last he put his shoes on.

You crawled off the couch, "Bitte. Bitte Gilbert. Don't leave again." Your (H/C) loosened from your hair tie and fell in front of your (S/C) face. You looked up at him through your eye lashes.

His crimson eyes widened from shock as a single tear formed in your eyes. Never in his life has he ever seen you cry you were always so brave, and thought that you crying would mean someone was going to die. But for him to make cry just broke his heart. But he could care less. "I'm leaving. Don't wait up for me." Was all he said before the door slammed in your tear filled face.

"What is my problem? I need some fresh air."

You sat down and ate the scrumptious lunch he left for you. Even though you were the female of the relationship Matthew always took first when it came to cooking. Well at least he learned something other than being romantic from Francis. You washed your utensil and made your way to the door to get that red eyed, albino bastered off your mind. You moved on so he should too. Right?

Ai-chan: I know this chapter sucked, but I still hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit.

Poland: Please like totally leave a comment. Don't be to mean with the comments though. She cries a lot.

Ai-chan: Wha? No I do not *tear*. You're so mean to me Poland.

Poland: Like anyways bye-bye.