"Good morning, birdie!" Gil spoke cheerfully, smiling again. Canada waved to him from his safe place in bed, ready to learn about himself. He knew his name already, and that he was a part of the F.A.C.E family, who were the people who came the day before. A plate of pancakes were placed in front of him, pulling the Canadian from his thoughts. "You love pancakes. You can eat like...a hugely awesome amount in one sitting." Gil spoke with his usual bubbly tone, making the younger boy giggle. "I do love pancakes... that much I can remember..." Mattie spoke in his soft voice as he began shoveling pancakes into his mouth. He glanced up at Gil, blushing a bit. "Would..would you like one?" Gil smiled at the offer, thinking to himself. 'that's my birdie...he's still there..' He shook his head, wanting him to eat, as it obviously had helped the whole 'remembering' thing.
"You eat, Mattie. I want you to get better, remember?" Mattie nodded in return, smiling as he ate. Gil had already began talking to him, going over the basics again, his name, his family, those things. Start off small, then ease into the bigger things. There was...that one detail that he very much wanted to leave out... No one really noticed him.
He didn't want to say it, but it had to be said. It was what made Canada who he was. He was the innocent boy that no one noticed. That was why Gil loved him so much. Canada was someone you could count on, the type of person to always be there when you needed them. Most people didn't understand their relationship, Canada was so quiet while Gil was loud and happy. No one actually ever saw or knew Gil like Mattie did. He knew all of his secrets, like the one about him facing depression, or the one where he only acts that way to get attention because he's lonely. You know, the one where he needs help. The people who said they didn't belong together were the ones that didn't know them.
"Canada...n-no one...no one ever notices you...I was...the first person, you said, that really paid attention to you.. The day we met.. You were alone and upset.. and no one paid attention to it, because no one even saw you. I had asked if you were okay...and...you asked me if I could see you. You...you told me I had saved your life." Gil muttered the last part, speaking in barely a whisper. He had always been...proud of that. He loved the idea of saving his life, because he knew it meant he had really meant something to Mattie. He thought he had scared him off, planning to look up and see a frightened look on his beautiful face, but, he instead felt warm arms wrap around his body, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Thank you Gilly.."