"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow OW!" He screamed as Ludwig wrapped up his injured leg.

"Damn... It looks like it's broken. How did this happen again?" Ludwig asks, looking up at Gilbert.

"I was following Birdie to be sure he got home okay when out of nowhere the other one came, he was flying! He was freaking flying!? He started teasing Matthieu and then they flew off and then Storm came and messed everything up and- OW! Ficken, dass tut weh!*" He curses.

"Shut up. You'll wake the neighbours." Ludwig says, tightening the wrap. "Are you sure he was flying?"

"Positive! And Matthieu didn't seem to be freaked out one bit. He just told his to stop flying. He was worried..."

"About...?" Ludwig prods.

"Someone named DaJaDoom?"

"DaJaDoom? What's that?" Ludwig asks, standing up and wiping the blood from his brothers leg on to his nurses' coat.

"I dunno, but I'm going to find out." Gilbert says, smiling.

"Matthieu, what do you mean you think?!" Alfred screamed, glaring at his suddenly sheepish brother.

"I said I think I like him, I didn't say I did! I only met him yesterday!" Matthieu defends himself, looking at his very interesting shoes.

"Oh my god, this is just like New Orleans! You are so gay! Stop saying you're bi! I haven't seen you once lip lock a chick." Alfred says, pissed that his brother is again falling for another guy that could put them in possible danger.

"I haven't found a girl I like yet! It so doesn't mean I'm gay!" Matthieu cries, grasping at anything to defend his point. "Why did I even think telling you this would be a good idea, you don't care." He says, going to his room and slamming the door, and before Alfred could open the door, he threw the deadbolt, a little feature he knows to add when living with a man who can lift a bison and swing it around.

Sliding down the door, he stared at the ground as he set his arms on his folded knees. Was it really worth telling Alfred that he might've liked Gilbert? All that would do is cause issues, like it did last time.

Alfred felt like crap for yelling at Matthieu, but dammit he's too trusting. Anyone could be one of DaJaDooms coons, and it's too risky to form relationships when both of them know it's going to end at the end of this month. Alfred sighs and goes to his room, looking around the messy room, he goes to his bed and collapses on the twin sized mattress. Grabbing his laptop, he started doing his brotherly background check, being certain to do a more extensive one this time, than the one he did with Francis. If Matthieu was going to date Gilbert, Alfred was going to be damn sure that this time, Matthieu isn't holding his bleeding heart while the other ones head is getting removed.

((*Fuck that hurts -Google Translate.))