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Maple Leaves and Gilbirds

Chapter 2

1955

As the girl turned around and looked at Gilbert he could see that her beautiful, blue purple eyes were covered by a pair of simple rectangular glasses. She had a small, but cute baby face and wavy blonde hair that reached her shoulders. There was a peculiar curl that came off of the front of her hair line and bounced in front of her left eye.

"What's your name?" Gilbert asked, waving his eyebrows suggestively. The girl turned a cute shade of pink and shyly mumbled something.

"What was that sweetheart?" Gilbert had his most dashing smile on.

"My name is Matthew." She said in a small voice. The smile wiped clean off of Gilbert's face. His eyes widened as he realized that this person was not a girl, this person was a guy.

"I am so sorry; you just really look like a girl. Oh my God, I am so sorry." Gilbert apologized hurriedly.

"Mattie? Who are you talking to?" another male came out. He looked around Gilbert's age. He walked up to Gilbert and looked at him confused, then at Matthew for an explanation.

"Oh, Alfred, this is…" Matthew trailed off. He didn't know this stranger's name. Both of the boys turned their attention to Gilbert. Gilbert swallowed his pride and with a red face stated his name.

"It's nice to meet you Gilbert." Matthew said with a small, almost unheard voice. "you met me already, this is my twin brother, Alfred."

"Boys!? What is taking so long?" Another man, older this time, came out of the house and walked up to where they were all standing.

"Oh hey dad, I just came out see what was up with Mattie. This is Gilbert." Alfred told his father.

"Who is this?" Their father asked.

"My name is Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt. I live across the road from you." Gilbert introduced himself and held out his hand. Alfred and Matthew's father stared at him in disgust.

"So you're a Kraut, huh?" The old man spat at him and turned to stalk back into the house. Alfred glared at Gilbert and grabbed a box and walked into the house after his father. Matthew looked at Gilbert apologetically.

"I'm really sorry for mistaking you for a girl before." Gilbert apologized again.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for my father. He's a veteran; he saw the worst of the war." Matthew said.

"It's not your fault. I would ask if you needed help, but I don't think that would be in the best of interest for right now." Gilbert waved good-bye. "See you around."

"Yeah, see ya." Matthew waved and went back to work.

Gilbert walked down the street and took a right. 'I think I'll pay a visit to Elizabeta.' Gilbert thought to himself. He walked a few more blocks before he came to his destination.

Elizabeta was a one of the few girls that Gilbert knew that wouldn't have sex with him. He knew it was just a play. He knew that Elizabeta wanted him, he wasn't stupid. He saw the way she looked at the other girls when he would take them to back rooms or to his car during parties. Elizabeta was just playing hard to get.

Gilbert walked up the pathway and knocked on the front door. It was his lucky day, Elizabeta answered the door.

"What do you want Gilbert?" she asked with a sneer.

"Aww, Lizzy! You don't mean that! I just came to talk to you!" Gilbert put his most innocent face on.

"Well you can't, my parents are not here." Elizabeta glared at him and started to close the door. Gilbert's hand shot out and stopped her from closing the door completely.

"Lizzy, I know how you feel about me. Don't try and hide it."

"W- What are you talking about Gilbert?" Elizabeta stumbled over her words and started to flush a shade of red.

"That's what I am talking about." He said as he pointed to her. Today was the day he was going to get into her pants. He knew it. He stepped into the house and wrapped his arm around her waist. He tilted her face up and placed his lips on her soft ones. He kicked the door shut and backed her into the living room couch.

Yup, today he was lucky.

A\N: Yeah… I don't like it that much either….. I promise this will get better! Just don't throw things at me… you won't be able to see what happens if you kill the author. So yeah… just be patient readers. Reviews are always accepted and so is criticism, but if the criticism thing gets out of hand… well first I will cry… and then…. I don't know…. Probs won't read it then. Oh and just so everyone knows, there was condoms back then. Yup lambskin condoms…. It was gross, but hey it worked. I wanted everyone to know that so that they won't think that the trio has like babies everywhere in the town. Nope in my story they are always sure to wear a condom because nobody likes suprises… so moral of this little thing is uh… always wear condoms… be safe… and if you don't have anything to cover your ding-a-ling, don't have sex…. Unless you want a kid… then uh… don't remember this.