A/N: I absolutely cannot focus on getting this done. I am reassuring you that before my hell starts, I'm completely going to keep this moving. Maybe I should totally plan on ahead. No? I'm not making any sense to you aren't I? I'm rambling.

Thanks for the subscription and reviews. Much appreciated. Although, I really need a push through to get these juices pumping and produce a good chapter. Anyway, Here it is ~


"Ouch, why'd you drag me away from them?"

Feliks, definitely looking quite peeved at the fact that Matthew is able to get through a decent conversation, stood across from the Canadian, blocking the door. With both his hands on his hips, something signaled Matthew that his older brother was not at all happy.

"Because… You're socializing, which is like so totally impossible."

Matthew rolled his eyes trying to digest what he just said. Admittedly, that did kind of hurt. Especially if it came from your own foster Brother of which you treated as family. Sort of.

"What's wrong with that?"

Through a hard and somewhat girlish kind of tone, Feliks stood closer to Matthew, his nose already touching the other blonde's. "What's wrong with that? I'll tell you what's wrong with that. You're Matthew Williams, the geekiest, like, most awkward, unnoticeable guy in the whole world. You talking to a very hot guy like Gilbert, let alone getting along with him, is totally like… breaking the balance of everything norm."

Matthew drew back. A disappointed look on his already red cheeks. He was so embarrassed. Yes. It was true. He was everything Feliks had just mentioned. He had no social life. No friends. All he has is his stuffed polar bear and maple syrup. Lots and lots of maple syrup. But although he maybe 'all that' he had an equal right to even earn a friend. Feliks clearly is too shallow to see that.

"Yeah… well… well…." He stopped, shaking slightly he held back tears of broken defeat. Drawing back for air, in the most rude and impolite way he can he cuss his foster brother.

"Go and make dinner for yourself you… you lowlife!"

He pinned it down smoothly. Yes. In the Williams vocabulary, that is the worst cussing you could ever get from him. Or at least that was the worst he could say at the moment.

Running up to his room he slammed the door shut and dove right in to his bed. He Took off his already foggy glasses sobbing to himself. It wasn't manly at all. But he felt so sorry for himself. That was far more than he could handle.

"Alright then, sheez. Now where did he put that microwavable dinner again?"


Meanwhile, back in the Beilschmidt house, the two German boys dreaded over the fact that they have left the other Blonde behind. He was now sabotaging the living room as he played guitar hero in his boxers, polo top and socks. Ludwig face-palmed and groaned in annoyance. When was he going home?

"THIS IS FUN!"

"Get off of the couch please"

"Ten-enk-ew-neng-tananana~"

"Please?"

No use. Alfred was to busy rocking his own imaginary concert. "Gil, I think we ha— Gil?"

His older, but somehow very immature brother was not in the vicinity of the living room anymore. "Where did he go?" Ludwig finally took this opportunity to flee the leaving room before the encore, leaving the 'rock star' jumping up and down banging his head drastically in a sort of spastic way. Does his family inject something in him to calm him down?

Spotting the albino on the front porch looking out to the sunset Ludwig sighed and joined him sitting on the steps.

"Anything bothering you?" He started, coughing a bit to get his brothers attention.

"Nah. Just… Matthew, you know… that guy with the glasses?"

"The one who's damaging our living room right now?"

"No. The other one."

"Who?"

"Ah, forget it West."

"So what's up with him? Whoever 'he' is"

"He makes awesome pancakes. I never had a good one since mom died. Yours is… no offence, yours is kind of… burnt and unappetizing."

"Yeah, can't argue with that."

"Too bad they had to leave soon. I wanted to ask him over for breakfast tomorrow"

It was then that a loud crash followed by a loud thud was heard from the living room. Alfred's voice reached to them, his tone a bit repentant, "Uhmm… I can fix that"

"You want to take back what you said?"

"Yeah. I'll just have Matthew alone."


The darkness had already swallowed the light that the little children most enjoyed. The once crowded subdivision street was now adorned with bustling cars on the way home from work. The street lamps were lit illuminating the way for most tired dads that just wanted to rest after a day of stressful jobs. It was the same case for Arthur Kirkland, foster guardian of three wonder blondes. He wasn't that old to be a father [/or so he says] so he usually prefer the term, 'guardian' instead of 'dad'. Parking his sweet ride in the garage, he smiled to himself. He knew his boys would be in the living room watching mindless T.V. or in the kitchen eating dinner together. But, soon as he hopped off from his car he had sighted Alfred, in his undergarments, being dragged towards him by a bulky blonde man. Furrowing his thick eyebrows at the sight he marched right to them, with a demanding tone he asked,

"And what the bloody hell are you doing to Alfred?"

Ludwig felt like the heaven had opened up to him. Finally, he can get this 'thing' off of his house before he completely obliterates it.

"Oh good. He's yours. He broke a priceless vase from Germany and sabotaged our living room. If you may, I would like to ask if maybe you could get him home. Now."

Arthur, enraged about the whole thing pinched the bridge of his nose. Soon as he calmed a bit, he kindly apologized to Ludwig and sent Alfred straight home. Luckily for Arthur, Ludwig did not charge him anything for the damages. Thanking him for such a kind gesture they quickly parted ways. Arthur, sporting a very pissed aura.

Slamming the door shut behind him he quickly called after Alfred, who, in turn pinned the blame on Feliks saying that if they hadn't left him there he wouldn't be enlightened to play guitar hero and be totally 'dissolved' in the moment. Feliks said otherwise claiming that it was Alfred that decided to stay behind for a bit longer.

Finally, after a very, very, very long discussion he decided to just let the two slide in this one. Warning them that of they ever bother the Beilschmidt again He will move the whole family to England.

Through all the confusion however, Arthur miraculously remembered Matthew's existence. The fact that he was not there alarmed him though.

"Where's Matthew?"

Feliks answered uncaring and went back to polishing his ever so perfect nails as Alfred turned on the T.V. to watch TMZ.

"He's, like, in his room"

"Oh good then. Did you guys eat dinner already?"

"I did" Both answered simultaneously. Although Alfred was lying Arthur couldn't tell because he always looked as though he couldn't care less if he ate or not.

"How bout Matthew?"

"No."

Feliks' answer was quite straightforward. Almost as if he didn't care. Well, truth be told he didn't so… that kind of sums it up.

Arthur, quite vexed about both of their reaction cursed inwardly. "Do you absolutely want him to die in there?"

"Oh calm your beeswax. It's just one meal"

Arthur popped a vein and smacked Alfred flat on the head. Leaving the poor boy whimpering in pain.


As soon as Matthew cried himself to sleep the night drifted off peacefully and quietly. The soft rustling of the leaves as it blew away with the cold evening wind was music to the blonde's ears. He held his stuffed polar bear tightly to his chest as the cold wind blew pass through his open window. He was too drowned in his sleep to even mind the cold.

The silence of the room heightened the sound of the clock ticking rapidly. Every second was moving away as fast as his chest heaved up and down. Matthew felt cold sweat run down his spine as asphyxiation took over. The pain in his body was starting to surface. His eyebrows furrowed slightly at the increasing pain. Soon before it got any worse, he heard the grandfather clock that stood at the end of the hall just outside his room.

DING DONG

It repeated the same agonizing noise over and over. And as it did, it also escalated the pain that Matthew was feeling in his chest. Soon realizing what was happening, he shot upright from his bed and headed directly towards the comfort room. The pain was almost too much for him to bear. He walked awkwardly towards the comfort room, albeit his woozy feeling he was able to keep his balance since he was so used to this happening.

His head throbbed with every step he took to his bathroom. With shaky fingers he flicked the light open and took his pills on the medicine cabinet. Although it had no effect whatsoever, Matthew can't help but drink it out of habit. Especially when he was going through with this. Somehow, it made him think that the excruciating pain was lessening with it's help even if it wasn't.

Finally, his shaking legs had given up causing him to collapse on the cold tile floor. Gripping at the sink for support he tried to stand up, not minding the thundering pain in his chest, head, legs, and practically the whole of his body.

Looking at himself on the mirror he noticed that his hair had gone frizzy from the sweat and cold. It grew longer than it usually is and his flat man chest was replaced by two towering boobs that were bigger than Elizaveta's and almost as big as Katyusha's.

Seeing beforehand his own 'transformation' or whatever he calls it, he hissed, not in pain, bit in shame. This happens to him every midnight. The exact same thing. He goes through this pain every night since he was nine. He had no idea why this was happening. Luckily though, he did knew how to fix it. Or temporarily at least. He had to kiss a stranger, specifically a guy, to turn him back to his 'boy' self. Which was kind of hard.

Collapsing on the tiled floor completely, Matthew tried catching his breath as fast as he can as if there was no oxygen to be breathed in later on. He sucked in air greedily as he let the head ache wash away from his head. The cold tiles were quiet a comfort on his heated body. The transformation was like having a fever. Only worse.

Standing up on two shaky legs Matthew climbed down his window through a vine covered wood. He slid down smoothly and landed quietly, so as to not disturb the rest of the family. They had no idea of whatever was happening to the poor boy every midnight.

Of course, this is the part of the story where I tell you why the hell he turns into a girl every midnight. Well it all started when Arthur and Yao were playing poker in Yao's residence and Arthur refused to pay up the money he owed from loosing.

"I simply find this ridiculous. I won't pay seeing as this game was rigged."

"How was it rigged? I played fairly. Now pay up."

"No. You cannot con me that easy. I'm too smart to be played around like this. Now if you'll excuse me—"

"LISTEN Kirkland, We made a bet, whoever loses pays a hefty price, now are you going to pay up or not?"

"No I won't. Let go of my cuffs you're wrinkling them"

The Asian was left, irked about how much of a jerk Arthur was. He didn't know that the Englishman did not stick to his words. With a disappointed look on his face he threw the cards across the room startling the little blonde boy who had been sitting on the couch transversely to the table the whole time. Since when did he get there? Or better yet, who was he and what was he doing there?

The little boy gripped on his polar bear, sobbing quietly on the couch. Yao had been kind enough to walk towards him to comfort him. Yao absolutely adored Children. He loved them with all his heart. And this little boy seemed lost and alone, with the softest voice he could muffle, Yao said,

"How did you get here little one? Where's your mom?"

Through tears and hiccups the little blonde boy was able to mutter in reply, "H-he… le-left wi-without hic m-m-me."

Yao vaguely remembered if ever there was a woman here a while ago. It was then that he remembered Arthur had brought with him a kid. And that kid was this kid. How could he not have seen that? Well, to be honest, it was kind of hard to see the boy at all.

Patting him affectionately on the back, Yao had thought of something devious, he could send out the boy to do biddings for him. Biddings that will bite Arthur on the butt.

"Wait here" Yao cooed affectionately trying to earn the boy's trust.

Opening up his wooden cabinet he took out a bottle of what seems to be a tonic. It was an old Chinese remedy that… well, let's just say this thing does horrible things to whoever drank it. He took it to the little blonde boy that had stopped crying, smiling at him brightly, he handed him the tonic.

"Here. Make sure Arthur drinks this. It's good for him. It's good for his soul" Yao said, reassuring the boy that the tonic wasn't poison. The blonde boy on the other hand nodded enthusiastically. Finally, a purpose in life.

And sure enough, not another minute had passed. Arthur went back for Matthew. He honestly forgot he left him there. Well, you can't blame him. It was so easy to misplace the boy. Slamming Yao's front door open he marched right in only to see a very happy Matthew being patted on the head by a very cheeky Yao. He took Matthew's wrist and walked right off, leaving Yao with a mischievous smile. He waved goodbye to Matthew and winked at him, reminding him of the tonic.

"Yes. Revenge is sweet, Kirkland."

Too bad Mattie was bad at following instructions.

And back to reality. XXXX

Matthew or at least the girl Matthew walked down the street to find a drunken guy, or even a hobo to kiss. Anybody, just so he can turn back into his true form before Arthur or even his foster brothers realizes he's gone.

Walking down the street was another figure; it was a silverette that had grocery bags in his hands. Apparently, in Germany, it was normal to do your grocery at midnight. Lucky thing there was a 24 hour convenience store open at this place.

Matthew finally felt a ray of sunshine had graced him. Little did he know that his nightmares would probably block out said sunshine.

Squinting at the dim light of the street lamp, Gilbert focused his view on a beautiful blondette standing a meter away from him.

Gilbert took a few steps and the light of the other street lamp had shone down on his face. It was only to Matthews horror did he find out he was not exactly the guy he was looking for. He took a run for it and Gilbert followed not too far behind her—erm… him.

"Wait up! You can't wander on your own out here, who knows what'll happen to you"

He called after Matthew a few times but the boy did not dare turn back. What if Gilbert suddenly recognized him? The secret he had kept for quite some time now and all the effort he had put into it cannot be wasted like that.

Too bad destiny was too mean to him. Gilbert was able to catch up grabbing her from behind. He had a pretty good grip on his waist. No use struggling. But that didn't stop Matthew from breaking free, moving up and down he yelled out frantically at the silverette,

"Let me go, Gilbert!"

"Wait. You know me?"

That's when he stopped struggling and realized he was in for a horrible night.

Oh hell no. He just gave away his cover.


A/N : I cannot believe I did this. Probably not the best chapter update in the whole world but hey, I worked hard on this. Anyway, please review. This fic is still on the danger of being noncontinuous.