Matthew and Gilbert were walking through the store, looking for things to buy for people's Christmas presents. "Gilbert."
"Yes, Birdie?" The German smiled.
"We haven't really talked much about your..." Matthew gestured to Gilbert's legs.
The smile disappeared from Gil's face. He looked back at the selves of items. "What of it?"
"Well, I've heard that there are... ways to fix a disability like that."
"Yeah, I've heard them, too."
"Then... why haven't you looked into it?"
Gilbert sighed. "I have, well my parents did, but they didn't want to pay the bill even though they're filthy rich." The albino didn't realize that his voice was rising. A single tear fell from his eye and he wiped it away.
"Can't your uncle pay for it?"
"No, he's doesn't really have a high paying job right now," Gilbert responded with a calmer voice. "Even if he could, I wouldn't want to do it."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid that it won't work and I'll just get my hopes up for nothing."
"Gil..." Matthew didn't know what to say.
"Anyway," Gilbert said, trying to change to subject. "You still need to tell me what you want for Christmas."
The blonde just stood there. He couldn't ask for anything. He would feel guilty. Gil snapped his fingers and waved his hand in front of Matthew's face, snapping him out of his thoughts. The German shook his head and chuckled.
"Why do you space out everytime I ask you what you want?"
Matthew blushed slightly. "I don't want to ask you for anything."
Gilbert lifted an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Because I would feel guilty. You said you want nothing, so..."
"I already told what I want. And Birdie, you just called yourself nothing." The albino winked.
The blonde blushed some more as a smile worked it's way on his lips.
"Well, I'm done shopping for now." Gilbert said. "I'll get something for Ludwig later."
"Okay." Matthew followed his boyfriend to the checkout and payed for their items.
They hopped in Matthew's car and headed for Gilbert's house. After dropping the German off and giving him a kiss, Matthew went home. Setting his purchased items next to his bed, he went down stairs for dinner.
"Hey, Mattie," Alfred said, draping his arm over his brother's shoulders.
"Hey, Al."
"Did, you get me anything good?"
"You'll just have to wait until Christmas."
Alfred gave Matthew a pout and sat down at the table. Soon the dinner was served and the family began to eat. Halfway through the meal, Matthew thought of the conversation he had with Gil about his legs. The blonde wasn't sure what he should do. He wanted Gil to have to surgery, but his uncle couldn't afford it. Then a thought popped in Matthew's head.
"Umm, Dad, Papa..." Matthew began.
"What is it, love?" Arthur asked.
"I-I was wondering... there's a proceedure that Gilbert could have to fix his legs, but his uncle can't afford it..."
"Stop right there." Arthur interrupted. "Matthew, please tell me your weren't going to ask if we could pay for it."
Matthew looked down at his lap. He knew his family wasn't rich, but they could definitely afford the surgery. "Umm..."
Arthur sighed and placed his fork down on his plate. "Matthew..."
"Of course we'll pay for it." Francis smiled and turned to Arthur with a small glare.
"And why are we going to pay for this?" Arthur retorted. He obviously wasn't going to let this go. "While Gilbert is a good kid, he is not our child."
"Arthur, please, don't do this."
The Brit sighed and turned back to his food. He gave up, not wanting this to turn into a full fight. Francis gave his youngest son a smile and nodded his head. Matthew felt the inside of him warm up with happiness. Gilbert was going to get the surgery.
Later that night, Matthew couldn't sleep. He couldn't wait to tell Gilbert the news. Turning over and over, he found that no position would provide the relaxation to calm him. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
The next morning, someone knocked on his door, making him jump out of bed. Sitting up, he looked at his clock. 10:14. Matthew gawked. He couldn't believe he slept so late. He never slept this late.
"Mattie, Gil's here," came his twins voice.
"Oh crap!" Matthew exclaimed searching for something to change into. He pulled on a pair of jeans and threw on his favorite hoodie. Running downstairs, he saw the German sitting at the dining room table.
"Birdie!" Gilbert yelled stretching out his arms.
Matthew giggled and walked over to Gil, giving him a hug. When his boyfriend wouldn't let go he tried to pull away. "Gil let go."
"I don't wanna~" Gilbert whined.
Matthew sighed. "Then I can't make pancakes."
Immediatly, Gil let go and said, "That's not fair."
Smiling, the blonde began to make the pancakes. When they were done, they ate quickly and went up to Matthew's room.
"So... now do you know what you want for Christmas?"
Matthew's heart sped up. He looked at Gil and nodded his head. "I want... y-you..."
"Birdie?"
"I want you to get the surgery!" Matthew blurted out.
Gilbert was take aback. He blinked a few times before he found his voice. "I told you, my uncle can't afford it."
"My parents said that they would pay for it."
"What? Birdie, no. Even if they will pay for it, I said I didn't want to get my hopes up."
Matthew looked Gilbert right in the eye. "But it's for my present, and it's all I want."
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By the way, I know 10:14 isn't really that late to sleep in, but I always imagined Matthew as a person who didn't really sleep in, unless he is snuggling with Gil ;). On another note... I had Never Gonna Give You Up going through my head when I was typing this... *sigh* Anyway, don't forget to review~!