I don't own anything. Written by M~

Matthew walked down the street back to the club. He was surprised to see his family leaning on their van waiting for him. As he got nearer he could hear their voices.

"What the hell was Mattie thinking?" Alfred vented to Arthur and Francis.

"Mon petit cheri was taken away from us. What will happen to his innocence?" Francis exclaimed.

"You started to destroy his innocence when you let him in this band. We became his parental figures when he joined but that didn't stop you from trying to grope him every five minutes," Arthur pointed out.

"Hey, you "adopted" me too! Does that mean you are fine sleeping with your son or brother or whatever I am to you but against it when it's not to your benefit?" Alfred said.

"I-no-that's-I meant to say that he is more delicate when it comes to adult matters and it wouldn't help him if that womanizer over there tried getting into his pants every chance he got," Arthur sputtered out.

"Real smooth, blame it on the French person," Francis muttered in the background.

Matthew figured it was high time he stepped in to help since he saw Arthur getting ready to strangle Francis. He stepped out of the shadows but nobody saw him. He sighed and cleared his throat to get his family's attention. Finally Alfred turned around and saw him.

"Mattie! You're alright! That creep didn't try to do anything did he? I have a baseball bat in the van and will go after him, just tell me if I need to bro?" Alfred said, clinging onto his twin brother.

"It's alright Alfred. He didn't do anything and besides I'm stronger than I look since I play hockey," Matthew reassured his brother.

"Anyway Matthew, we suggest that you refrain from seeing that man again," Arthur said to Matthew.

"Why?" the Canadian asked, sound a bit sad.

"He is not the type of person you should be hanging around with. This is for your benefit Matthew," Arthur replied.

Matthew was too dumbstruck to give an answer. He did everything his family wanted to and more. Yet here he was being forbidden to see a guy who actually took interest in him for being, well, him. He narrowed his eyes at his family and especially at Arthur.

"Fine," Matthew said, his voice dripping with venom.

The drive back to their apartment was extremely awkward. Matthew wouldn't even look at Arthur and Francis and Alfred was trying to break the silence by talking. Eventually Arthur snapped and Alfred shut up the rest of the way home. When they reached their apartment they went inside. Arthur and Francis lived together next door to the twins. Matthew slammed the door in his room when his phone started to vibrate.

"Hello?" Matthew said unamused assuming it was Arthur or Francis.

"Hey Birdie, what's wrong? I was just calling to see if you want to go out on a date tomorrow?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Gilbert? Is that you? Oh, I'm sorry. I just had a fight with my family about you," Matthew said sounding sad.

"Really? About little old me?" Gilbert chuckled.

"Yeah, they don't seem to like you. So what was that about a date?" Matthew said excitedly.

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow, dress casually, see you then Birdie!" Gilbert said before hanging up.

"Bye, then," Matthew whispered to an empty line. He fell back in his bed and held his phone to his chest. He had a date with a man his family didn't approve of and yet he found himself inexplicably attracted to the albino. Mon dieu... I hope tomorrow goes well