I wrote this one in a different pov cus...I wanted to get Gil's and others thoughts in there...and I might have hated the other pov
"So you like mien gilbird?" A voice asked the frightened boy. "Y-yes." He mumbled hoping nothing bad would happen. The albino walked closer to him and stared at him from behind. "So what's a pretty girl like you doing out all alone?" Gilbert asked. Matthews heart sank at the question. He started to hit his head on the wall. "I'm. Not. I. Girl." He said between thuds. "W-what! I thought you where a cancer patient cus of the short hair but, you have a really girly ass!" He shouted trying to defend himself. It wasn't helping the blonds case.
He turned around to see him, or to punch him in the face...and stumbled back a bit as red eyes peered at him. "Are you sure your not a girl?" Gilbert asked as he looked at purple blue eye. "And do you have some kind of birth defect...your irises are fucked up?" He keep shooting at Matthews self-esteem. "I'm sure I'm not a girl, yes I do but your not one to be talking. And to answer your earlier question, I'm here because my grandma forgot about me."
"What the hell was I suppose to do..." Elizabeta pondered.
"Hey guess what." The Prussian asked. Matthew rolled his eyes and looked at him. "What?" He wanted to hit his head on a wall again. "You have paint on your forehead." He touched his skin to see of the boy was right, and he was. "Fuck." Matthew try'ed his best to wipe it off but mostly smudged it around. "Lady's shouldn't swear." He teased.
Matthews face grew red. "I'm not a girl!" He pouted,the albino just laughed at him. The Canadian rubbed his yellow hand in Gilbert's hair causing him to gasp. "Bitch, you know how long that took me to do!" He yelled. Matt just sat there with a smile on his face. "Your gonna regret that birdie!" The German yelled. He picked up a black paint can and tossed the rest of its contents onto the boy in front of him. "Ehh, you dick!" Matthew launched himself at the albino in some form of a hug.
"SHIT!" They both fell to the ground as the Canadian rubbed himself agents the other.(fuck Matt making me sound like a pervert!) "Now I'm even!" He declared as he started to get up off the stranger. "Sure birdie." He lied, he was gonna get the sweet Canadian back one way or another. He grabbed Matthews ass making his squeak. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He stumbled to the wall. "Now where even." Gil relied. "You just molested me!" He yelled in a high pitched voice. "I said you had a cute ass, I couldn't resist." The German said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"YOU CAN'T MOLEST ME!" He screeched I'm a much more manly tone. "B-but it's soft!"Gilbert wined. "I DON'T CARE!" The angry Canadian shouted. He rolled his red eyes and held out his hand to life him up. "T-thanks...hey I never caught your name." The blond mention. "Oh, Gilbert. What is your name birdie?" The older boy asked. "M-Matthew." He stuttered. "Do you know your grandmas number?" He shook her head no and frowned.
"Well we can go stop by the directory, it's for the people who can't find there family. And you know who she is so we can get you home easy." Gilbert insured him. "O-okay." The shorter boy followed him for a while in silence, until they reached a building. "Here you go!" He declared.
He tugged on the door for a moment and looked back at Gil. "It's locked." He mumbled in pure shock. "I guess it's closed..." The Prussian concluded. "Maple! Please tell me they have phone books here?" He begged for a yes, but something in those creepy red eyes said no. "Well I don't want to lie to you but I will if I need to, yes yes we do have phone books." He lied. Matthew looked down at his black covered shoes and frowned. "Why did she have to forget about me?"
"WHAT THE HELL WAS IT!" The brunet yelled.
Gilbert frowned as he looked at the cute boy in front of him, who was close to tears. "Y-you can stay with me tonight birdie." He offered. "R-really?" Matt asked as he try'ed to blink the tears back. "Yeah, my place isn't to far from here. And my grandpa is working so he won't be back for a few days so he'll never know!" He agreed with the albino to stay at his place. "Cool just follow me!"
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"T-that was n-not a short walk." Matthew complained. "Well I painted most of the walls over here..." The Prussian replied. "Wow...I'm slightly impressed." The blond admitted. "Thanks, birdie." He smiled, showing his pointy teeth, making him shutter. Matt followed the taller boy inside to a beautifully clean house, which surprised him. "You go take a shower upstairs, ill bring you some clothes when I'm done." Gilbert said as he walked to the second bathroom. "O-okay."
He made his way up a few stairs and looked around, there was a picture of a tall blond with short hair. He was standing next to the albino, making him look like a child. After admiring the photo he found where he needed to go and striped down. He starred at himself and frowned. Skinny, short, temporarily bald, and he had some black paint all over him. "Why couldn't I turn out like, Al?" Matthew turned on the water and stepped inside, letting each warm drop drip down his slightly tanned skin. Memory's of death clouded his mind. Each second counting down to impact ripped apart his head, the thoughts of never seeing them again, to never experience all the things his brother would. He envied him, even if he was alive Al's life would always be better, he was dead because of his brother. The one who didn't show up to see his body's last moment on the surface.
He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He had been in there a while, but all that time melted in the steam of his thoughts. He didn't even notice the door open a crack, or the red eyes watching him...no matter the situation Gilbert is always a slight pervert. But he couldn't help but frown when he seen the beautiful boy crying. He kinda wished he could comfort him, but he was peeping and he didn't want to get caught. He closed the door the rest of the way and held his breath, in fear of Matthew hearing.
Lucky for him the boy was still lost in his thoughts. He reached a pale hand towards the door and knocked. "Birdie, you done?" He asked. "Oh! Yeah I'm done sorry." Gilbert flung the door open, scaring the poor Canadian who was in a towel. "Well here you go! Rooms down the hall to the left." He left trying to hold in his laughter, he was so cute when he blushed.
After a bit he entered the room in an over sized tee-shirt and a pair of pants. "Um, Gil this is your room..." The blond pointed out, as if the albino didn't know. "Ja, we don't have any spare rooms." Matthew blushed at the thought of sharing a room with him. "What about your grandpas room?" He asked. "No one aloud in that room, and even if you wouldn't fit in his bed." The Prussian smiled. "W-what, how does that work?" He almost broke down in laughter. "He's my great grandpa, he's almost five again." He faced palmed. "Oh, I feel stupid." Gilbert looked at him with a calm face. "A simple mistake doesn't make you stupid." Then an evil look came. "Time to sleep!" He pointed at the black bed. "O-okay." He was starting to wonder if they had mace here. After he crawled in the albino followed. "Night matt." He rapped his arm around the frail body, his hands all little to far down for the Canadians comfort. But if was warm in his arms so he just closed his eyes and try'ed not to cry at the thought of never sleeping In His own bed again.
Me:Wow matt, your relationship is moving fast, are you a whore?
Canada:w-what!? No YOU WROTE THAT!
Me:I know! Kol kol kol kol kol!
Russia:YOUR NOT ME! Unless you want to become one?
Me:I'm an independent ghost and I don't need no one!
Prussia:Matthews not a whore, he just can't resist my awesomeness!
Me:whatever, and remember, ill send russia after you if you don't review, and if you like him ill give him to you!
Russia:what?
Me:nothing~
