Shinigami-cat: Mental note never ever play a sword fighting game on the Wii for five hours straight ever again. I can hardly move my writing hand… I OWN NOTHING!

Curious yet familiar sketches

So many, lies swarming, around you, you're suffocating
The empty, shape in you, steals your breath you're suffocating

Logic forces me to believe in this and I've learned to see
And I can only say what I've seen and heard and only you can choose
And every choice you make will affect you, search your own self
You can breathe today

So many, lies swarming, around you, you're suffocating
The empty, shape in you, steals your breath you're suffocating

'Breathe Today' by Flyleaf


Once again Matthew was sitting on his Victorian style window seat sketching away. This time he just had the urge to draw a bunch of landscapes. They wouldn't win him any prizes or be museum quality but they were still pretty cool. Lots of them were of rolling hills and vast country sides, but a few were of things like banquet halls and masquerade balls and one of a very elaborate maze.

"Yo Matthew!" Called Alfred. Matthew turned his head to see Alfred standing in the door way with a rather grumpy looking blond with the world's biggest eyebrows. Hell those things could Guy sensei and Rock Lee a run for their money. He almost wondered if that guy stole them from Garra (Matthew had basic knowledge of Naruto characters because Alfred went through an anime phase thanks to Kiku. Alfred's Japanese friend).

"What is it Al?" Matthew asked.

"Me and Arthur are going to go to the movies so I'll be back late okay?"

Matthew nodded. "Have fun." Alfred smiled his usual hero grin and slammed Matthew's door shut. Matthew shrugged and went back to sketching. At the moment he was putting the finishing touches to his masquerade picture. He was finishing up two figures dancing in the middle; one was wearing a costume reminded him of a bird and the other figure was had a crescent moon mask.

The door to his room creaked open. Matthew didn't even look up. He assumed that Alfred had forgotten where the money was. "The money is in that funny ceramic tea pot."

"Keseseseseses! I'll keep that in mind when I'm low on cash." Matthew almost had a heart attack. He didn't expect Gilbert to be in his house.

"What are you doing here?" Gasped Matthew. Gilbert smirked and stood over him.

"Well the awesome me got bored and decided to grace you with my awesomeness. Hey! I know this place!" Gilbert picked up a sketch of a little cottage surrounded in the mountains. "This is a place in Germany. Too cool. You even got the chimney tilting to the left just a little like the real thing."

Matthew looked at the picture and frowned. He didn't remember drawing that one. He looked up at Gilbert to say something but as soon as he saw Gilbert's face he felt a little concerned. Gilbert's face was a little red and blotchy, his eyes were blood shot and his hair looked messier than usual. "Are you okay Gilbert?"

"Of course the awesome me is fine. Why do you ask?

"It looks like you've been crying a lot."

"You need to get new glasses Mattie." Said Gilbert. "The awesome me is too awesome to cry." Matthew had a feeling that Gilbert was lying to him but said nothing. He frowned at Gilbert.

"How the hell did you get in here?"

Gilbert smirked. "That's my secret Mattie. By the way I brought you a present." Gilbert whistled and in flew Gilbird. He flew into Matthew's hair and started to make a nest again.

Matthew smiled and patted the little bird. "I missed you too Gilbird." Gilbert smiled at Matthew and sat down on his bed.

"I'm bored. Wanna do something today?"

"Eh? I wasn't really going to do anything… But it is lunch time so I could make lunch?"

"What do you have in mind?" Asked Gilbert. "Are you a good cook?"

"Is the Pope catholic?" Asked Matthew with a smug grin on his face.

So Gilbert and Matthew were sitting down in in the dining room eating two large stacks of pancakes covered in maple syrup. Matthew was amused that Gilbert had a look of complete ecstasy on his face. If Matthew wasn't mistaken, he believes that he just witnessed Gilbert having a foodgasm.

"Mine Gott. Matthew." Said Gilbert. "These are the best! I'm going to come over here every day now just to have pancakes."

Matthew giggled. "I'll make strawberry ones next time."

Gilbert dropped his fork and looked at Matthew with wide eyes. "There's more than one type?"

"Of course." Said Matthew. "There's strawberry, chocolate, blueberry, caramel, heck I even made a whole bunch using leftover Halloween candy once. It was more candy than pancake."

Gilbert looked at Matthew with wide eyes. "That. Is. Awesome." Matthew giggled. It was nice to hear Gilbert compliment him like that. While Matthew cleared the table there was a knock at the door. Matthew walked over to the door and was surprised to see Ludwig at his door.

"Sorry to bother you, but is my brother here?" Matthew nodded and led him to Gilbert, who was still recovering from his foodgasm.

"Gilbert, Ludwig's here." Matthew said. Gilbert looked over at Ludwig and growled.

"Go away. Can't you see the awesome me is hanging with the awesome Matthew?" Matthew could feel a little blush spread over his face. Gilbert just called him awesome.

Ludwig sighed. "Remember that little rant you did last night?"

"And your point is?"

"Antonio has locked himself in his room and refuses to come out."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Get Feliciano to come over to the house, then call his brother and say something creepy. Something like… how much Feli just loves devour your German sausage."

"GILBERT!" Yelled a now red faced Ludwig. Matthew slowly backed away from Ludwig. In case he fell victim to the Germans wrath.

Gilbert on the other hand looked like he was enjoying himself. "Well it was only a suggestion. The other one is… well I have three; take Feli's phone when he's not looking pretend to be Feli and sext his brother than send a regular text say that you meant to send it to Ludwig."

"SHUT UP!" Cried Ludwig.

"The next thing you could do is put on one of your hard core S&M DVD's and turn the volume up really high, call Lovino and put the phone next to the speaker."

"I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOW I WILL PUNCH YOU!"

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Or you could call him and let him listen in on you fucking Feli into the mattr-"

Gilbert's last comment was cut off by Ludwig who punched him in the face. Which sent said albino flying across the room and crashing into the wall. Matthew stood there wide eyed. Ludwig just punched his brother and probably knocked him out too. Ludwig just stood there frozen taking deep breaths.

"Mother fucker" Groaned Gilbert as he slowly stood up. "Why won't you follow my awesome advice and become a boxer?"

Ludwig rolled his eyes and walked over to his brother and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. "Because it's a dumb idea. Now we are going home and you are going to fix this mess."

Gilbert pouted but let his brother lead him out of the house. Leaving one very freaked out Canadian. "TWEET!" and one awesome bird alone.

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Later that day Matthew decided to go for a walk. Gilbird (who refused to be moved from Matthew's head) came along too. It was a pretty nice day outside so Matthew decided to sketch in the park. It just seemed like a good idea. So he sat down at the top of a hill with his sketch book and began to draw. He started off by drawing the duck pond, but after ten minutes he realized that it looked nothing like the duck pond at all.

"Eh? What's with the pyramids?" Yes instead of drawing the duck pond Matthew had managed to draw a picture of the Nile River. Matthew shrugged and turned his attention to drawing a tree but after half an hour of drawing it to the finest detail he was shocked to see he had sketched Big Ben.

"… Well… Okay then… What the hell? What do you think Gilbird?" The little yellow bird poked his head out of Matthew's hair and looked down at the picture.

"Tweet!" It chirped excitedly. "Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!"

"Eh? Are you insulting me?"

"Tweet!" With that Gilbird disappeared into Matthew's now severely tangled hair.

"… I'll take that as a yes…" Matthew sighed and flicked through his sketches. He hadn't done that since he got this new sketch book. It was full of well… sketches but he noticed something strange. When he signed and dated his pictures (because 1 he didn't want Alfred to mistake them for his and 2 he dated them so he remembered when he drew them) all the dates were screwed up.

And by screwed up I mean he signed them as different centuries (1600's, 1900's, 1800's, 1700's and even 900 BC). That was weird but not as weird as how he signed his name. He always signed as Matthew Williams and he did the exact same thing with every other one… Except he wrote a different last name every time; Williams, Johnson, Smith, Martin, Stout, Hughes, Bonnefoy, Fernandez, Edelstine, Alfroskaya and Oxenstiema were just a handful of last names he had used. So he was always Matthew something.

"Okay then." Said Matthew. This was almost as weird as randomly spouting German. He put his pencils into his pocket and closed his sketch book. Maybe drawing wasn't something he should do today. Instead he decided to just watch the world go by. Well it was one way to spend half an hour.

But after that Matthew decided to go home. As he walked down a rather secluded section of the park Gilbird began to get a little panicked. He started pulling on Matthew's hair and tweeting loudly.

"Ouch! Calm down Gilbird." Said Matthew. "This is really starting to hurt." But Gilbird didn't stop, instead he became more frantic. Until Matthew had to pull Gilbird out of his hair. Gilbird started to fly around Matthew's head and pull on his hair. "Gilbird what's gotten into you?"

Suddenly Gilbird darted back into Matthew's hair and gripped his hair tightly. Matthew sighed and tried to pull the canary out of his hair again but got bitten for his troubles. While he was sucking on his bloodied finger he didn't notice a woman with long platinum blond hair quickly closing in on him.

Before Matthew knew what hit him he was pushed face first against a tree. His attacker turned him around so that they there facing each other. Matthew was wide eyed. "Natalia?" He asked in disbelief.

The woman smirked. "So you are the guy that was hanging out with Gil on Saturday."

'Fuck.'

"What do you want?" Trembled Matthew. Natalia just rolled her eyes and stepped back.

"I just want to warn you about Gilbert he isn't what he seems."

"I know." Said Matthew. "He's tried to murder people before but he's changed."

Natalia shook her head in disbelief. "Are you really that thick? Gilbert hasn't just tried, he's succeeded. Several times. Gilbert is a murderer."

Matthew's jaw dropped. "No he can't be. He isn't."

"But he is. I'm sure he told you all about the Russian Blood crew? But I bet he didn't tell you why we formed." Natalia looked into Matthew's eyes. "We formed to kill Gilbert."

"You're joking, eh?"

"No I'm not." Growled Natalia. "Now I'm sure he told you the usual sappy story of where he was just a messed up kid and went to the darkest part of the city to beat up some people. Then he would have said how he got on the wrong side of some gangs. He probably said that he almost killed me and I swore revenge or some bull shit like that. Well it is true that he did try to kill me, but I never swore revenge on him."

"What are you saying?" Asked Matthew. Although he dreaded the answer.

Natalia rolled her eyes. "I'm saying you're in danger… the kind where you will be killed if you make friends with the wrong people. Gilbert is a liar and as I have already said he's a killer. Be careful around him." Natalia turned no her heels and ran off down the path, but before she disappeared she quickly turned back to Matthew. "Oh, if you tell Gilbert about this we will have to kill you."

Matthew just stood there in stunned silence. Did he really hear what he thought he just heard? If it was true then Gilbert was lying to him and using him and… was he really a murderer? How could he be? It was just… What the hell? He sunk to the ground and shuddered.

Gilbird poked his head out of Matthew's hair and was relieved that Natalia was gone. He thought Matthew would have realized that he was telling him to run. Obviously the little bird misjudged Matthew's intelligence. But now Matthew was hurt like Gilbert was last night. The little bird flew to Matthew's shoulder and rubbed his head against his cheek. Hopefully it would make Matthew feel better.

Matthew smiled a little at the bird. "I should take you back to Gilbert, eh?"

TBC


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