Some time later, Arthur woke up to Francis feeding a small, yellow bird.

"Come on, Gil. Time for dinner." Francis cooed to the tiny creature. "Your dad won't be home this week, so it'll be me feeding you for the next few days, mon ami. Yes, that's it." The bird chirped in a gleeful response. "Ah, thank you for being good for uncle Francis. I would let you out of your cage, but I'm not quite sure yet how my friend here feels about birds." He said with a wink.

The Brit couldn't help but smile at the scene. "I'm fine with him, you know."

"Ah, perfect, then!" Francis replied. "Come on, Gilly. You can venture out into the big, bad apartment."

"Is he yours?" Asked Arthur.

The Frenchman shook his head. "Non. He belongs to my roommate, Gilbert. Him and his boyfriend are out on a romantic getaway this week, so it'll be me here taking care of his little friend. He's a very sensitive thing, you know. Misses his father quite a lot."

Arthur chuckled. "You have quite a way with animals, then. I take it."

Without warning, the little bird took a dive for Arthur and landed on his head. The poor green – eyed man shook a little with nervousness, which caused Francis to laugh out loud.

"And I take it that you are not a professional bird whisperer? Don't worry, Gilbird here likes everyone. He's very affectionate and he does not care whose head he lands on." Francis encouraged. He walked up to the little creature and rubbed its back.

This time, it was Arthur's turn to laugh. "Your roommate's name is Gilbert, and he has a pet named Gilbird?"

Francis agreed. "Ah, yeah. He's quite the amusing fellow. Please don't be offended by any of his antics when you meet him. He's really a nice guy, just has trouble developing friendships with people. Ah! You know Ludwig from work? Well, of course you do. Stupid question. Anyways, Gilbert is his brother."

"No way!" Replied Arthur in shock. "That is something I have to see. Given Ludwig's demeaner, it would be interesting to see if these brothers are anything alike."

Francis shook his head with a smile. "Believe me, they aren't. Next, there is my other roommate, Antonio. Although, he's not much of a roommate anymore as he spends most of his nights with his fiancé, Lovino. I love messing with that little bastard so much." He added, thinking of fond memories of himself and the whole gang.

"Wait, Lovino from work?! Wow, it really is a small world, isn't it? They sound like good people. It's rare to find that, these days." Said the Brit. "I hope I'm not imposing or anything… but – since both of your roommates are gay… d-does that make you gay, too?"

Francis winked seductively. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"That's not what I meant, you creep!" Arthur retorted.

Francis laughed. "Non, non. Please forgive me. I did not mean it like that. But, if you would like to know yes, I am. However, it appears that I am doomed to live the rest of my life as a bachelor." He said with a long, deep sigh. "Perhaps love is not in the cards for me, non? However, I do have my dear mamma always worried about me and fixing me up with strange men. She's a riot, that woman."

Arthur smiled, long in thought. "I haven't found love myself, either. There is this… one man, but I wouldn't call it love. He looked almost depressed now. "It's more business, if anything."

"Business?" Asked a curious Francis.

"I guess I might as well tell you everything, since you are forcing me to get cleaned up, after all. His name is Ivan. I sell drugs for him, and he sleeps with me. If I've done good in his eyes, he'll 'make love' to me. If I don't sell enough, I get raped." The British man couldn't help but laugh at the words coming out of his own mouth. "But, as I told you, I only do it to make my rent, and I got addicted to his drugs along the way. He gives them to me for free sometimes, especially after when he feels bad for raping me."

Francis cupped his hands on his head as though he had a headache.

"I still have two bags left, he wanted me to sell them by tonight." He sighed. "But I guess that won't happen."

The blue – eyed man now looked up at Alfred. "What happens if you don't sell them all in time?"

Arthur took a seat next to the other man. "You know how I come to work sometimes looking like a bloody mess? He beats me to a pulp if I don't sell them quickly enough. That's what happens to me. I had the coke on me all day because I was selling some in the alley you found me in this morning." The Brit reached in to one of his sweater pockets to pull out a couple small bags of cocaine.

Francis immediately freaked. "Get that stuff out of here!" He shouted and swiftly snatched the bags from Arthur's grasp. He made his way towards his window and threw the bags outside. Since he was on the fourth floor, the bags had freefallen for a few moments before hitting the ground with a hard thud. "Good. We never have to see those filthy things again, and you're never going to make another sale, or see that Ivan friend of yours. Come on, I'll reheat your burger. It's getting cold."

Later that night, Francis and Arthur discussed which room the new house guest would be sleeping in. "Well, since Gilbert won't be back for a few more days, you can sleep in his room?"

Arthur agreed. "Okay, but I could always sleep on the couch when he gets back."

Francis chuckled darkly. "Oh, non. I'm not letting you out of my site. I've seen movies before. I let you go for a split second and you're back to your old ways. No, when Gilbert returns, you'll be staying with me in my room."

The Englishman's face immediately whitened. "What?! Just what in God's name do you mean by that?!"