My words are not urgent
my melody plain
and all my epiphanies still sound the same
- A song, A Story: The Feverfew
Leaves fell, swaying, dancing in the air like feathers before the landed upon the pavement. They crunched under Matthew's feet as he trudged through the chilly air towards the hospital where Gilbert was. The sun was only just beginning to rise, painting the skies and light in breathtaking shades of violet and pink. He was hoping to make it to Gil's bedside before he woke, and if he wasn't allowed in yet, he would wait until he was. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if this trip was for himself or for Gilbert. Maybe he was just trying to avoid being alone. It didn't matter what the reason was. The boy with ashen hair and crimson eyes would be glad to see him, so it didn't matter.
Soon he could see the large industrial building over the horizon. He picked up his pace subconsciously, eager to get out of the cold and to see his new friend. Reaching the doors, he brushed himself off and took a deep breath before going inside. Even now, so early in the day, people bustled about the lobby trying to get where they needed to be. Matt walked over to the receptionist and cleared his throat.
"E-Excuse me."
No response.
"Excuse me!"
Still, the lady made no indications that she had noticed him, and carried on stapling papers.
He sighed and decided just to forget about it and go see Gilbert. No one would know that he hadn't been permitted access to the building's many halls and wings. Besides, he knew where to go already.
Matt heard the elevator ding nearby as it reached the lobby. He dashed over and stuck his foot between the closing doors, causing them to reopen and allow him to enter. It was surprisingly busy, meaning he had to wedge himself in between a man with hygiene that left something to be desired, and a woman with two screaming children.
"Today looks brilliant already"Matthew thought bitterly.
Floor after floor they rose until the little number four lit up, signalling that they had reached that level. He and a few others filed out, all going different directions. The Canadian wandered until he came to Gilbert's room, where he knocked once softly then went in.
Unsurprisingly, the boy hadn't yet woken though the room was filled with sunlight and beeping. Matthew stood beside him for a moment, not sure what to do.
"Hey...Gilbert...wake up. Gilbert."
The blonde lifted a hand and poked him on the cheek.
"Gil."
The albino stirred, opening his eyes. He smiled.
"Oh, birdie. Nice to see you." He greeted.
Matt only smiled back and sat down, taking his hand again today.
"Want to know something?" Gilbert asked, looking at Matthew.
He nodded.
"They're going check me over, and if everything's ok, I'm allowed out."
"What? That's great!" he exclaimed, beaming.
The other boy turned his head and stared at the ceiling, looking fairly distant.
"Mm. Only problem is, I have nowhere to go. I sure as hell can't go home."
Matthew's face fell as he realized the truth in Gilbert's statement. He hadn't really thought about what would happen after they left that place. Whether they would return back to school and home as normal, carry on as they had before. Surely neither could live like they had anymore. Both had already reached their breaking point, or they wouldn't be thinking about this. If even one more day like the rest passed by, it might really be too much. That was how they wound up here after all.
"You can come live with me..." Matt said quietly.
Somehow, Gil heard the words he spoke.
"I...I can?" He sat up, looking shocked.
He shook his head yes, gazing at the floor.
"I wouldn't mind..."
"Birdie thank you!" Gilbert flung his arms around him, grinning.
Matt patted him on the back, regaining his composure.
So came another thing he didn't know if it was selfish or selfless. Gil needed somewhere to go, Matt needed someone to be there. Whether it was selfish or not, both of them won.
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The blonde waited outside as a nurse did all sorts of tests on Gilbert, looking for some problem that would keep him here. He crossed his fingers as the clock ticked. What if something really was wrong and he never got out?
Matt pinched himself, trying to force out any negative thoughts running through his mind. He looked up at the little mechanical hands ever so slowly turning round the face of the timepiece. Second after second...
The Canadian jumped as an arm flung around his shoulder, pulling him close.
"Eh? G-Gilbert, you startled me!"
"Sorry birdie!" he grinned
Now that Gil stood up, Matthew realized he was a few inches taller than himself. A black iron cross hung from Gilbert's neck, proudly displaying it's owner's Germanic origins. He wore fitted blue jeans and a deep red t-shirt under a dark, zipped hoodie.
The Prussian dragged the smaller boy towards the desk, then leaned against it, arm still around Matthew's shoulder's.
"Yo, I'd like to check out please." He declared.
The nurse shot him a glare, but pulled out a few papers to fill despite his annoyance. After a few moments, he put down his pen and handed Gilbert the sheets. He pretended to look them over before tugging Matthew towards the elevator, in a hurry to leave.
The two of them exited the building, immediately being greeting by a huge gust of wind whipping their hair back.
"Warm day." Gil commented sarcastically.
Matt nodded, starting down the road home.
The two walked along in silence, the paler boy trailing a few feet behind.
I wonder if he'll like me. I don't really know how to prove myself to him. Should I trust him? I've never had to trust anyone before. I'm nervous...but I'm really excited at the same time.The Canadian thought. He hoped he could support Gil, both with his needs and emotionally. I was probably best not to tell Alfred, he might come interrogate the albino. He would at least come to then forget what he was doing at Matt's house in the first place.
He stopped at an intersection, pressing the button. A few quick footsteps were heard - Gil had caught up and stood next to him.
"Your hands are red..." He mumbled, averting his eyes.
Matthew looked down. His fingers were indeed red and raw, stinging a little bit now that he paid attention to them.
"Ah, yeah, just a little cold I guess."
Gilbert grabbed one of his hands with little grace, a light blush dusting his cheeks, whether from the cold or embarrassment Matt couldn't be sure.
"Don't want you getting frostbite..."
Matthew stared for a moment at this out of character Gil, then burst out laughing, much to his friend's dismay.
"What? What'd I do?"
"Nothing" Matt said, stifling his laughter. "It's fine."
After what felt like forever in the stinging autumn air, the two reached Matt's house; tall, towering, and beautiful yet somehow wasn't extravagant. It looked like a home. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a loop of small, jingling keys. Since he was still a little numb from the chill, they easily slipped out of his fingers, clattering as they hit the ground.
"Ah, sh-shoot." Matt stooped down and recovered them, sighing.
Gilbert laughed.
"Mattie, you're so cute." He leaned in, touching their foreheads together.
"Y-you used my real name. That's the first t-time you've done that." The blonde stuttered, not sure how to react.
"Is it?" Gil breathed.
He closed the cap between them, planting first a soft, evanescent peck on his cheek, then pressing his lip's against Matthew's in a kiss that felt much too soft to be coming from the Prussian.
So many thoughts were racing, struggling to be the first to make him act. Normally he would have blushed and pulled away, but somehow he didn't want to.
It was over all too fast. Before Matthew could even begin to comprehend what had happened, Gil had broken the connection. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gil sneaked the keys from Matt and was letting himself in the house.
What was that? What had happened to the shy German who flushed just trying to hold his hand?
Ah...yeah...happy Monday.
This was the chapter I needed to get past to get on with my story. I hope that even though it probably didn't provide you with anything really intriguing, it at least gave you some fluff to hold you until the next addition.
I really hope you keep reading!
Tell me, does anybody actually listen to the songs I put at the beginning? :P
REVIEW, DARN IT.
Belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya, not me, or it would be one big, angsty yaoi.
