~Matthew~
With his brain still in panic mode, Matthew didn't register who the man standing in front of him was. Confused, the Canadian looked towards his outstretched hand, there were red marks around his wrists, and brought it down to his lap.
"Qui?"(Who?) It came out raspy and crackled. Frowning, Matthew tried to speak again and was met with a coughing fit. The man standing in front of him looked worried and opened the door to the room and stuck his head out.
"Luddy, get some vater, Matthew is avake!" The man with the scarlet eyes called out.
"Où suis-je?"(Where am I?) Matthew asked in a whisper, his throat on fire with every word. Matthew kept his eyes trained on the man standing in from of him. He looked very familiar yet he couldn't put a name.
Another man came through the door holding a glass of water, he looked at Matthew and gave the water to the man with silver hair, then left the room. Matthew eyed the water and looked back to the man holding it. The man came closer, at a slow pace as to not scare Matthew, and with an outstretched hand gave him the glass.
Matthew watched as the man backed up towards the door and proceeded to hungrily chug the cool liquid. A drop escaped from his lips and slowly slid down his chin. He breathed a sign of relief the burning in his throat dulled for the moment.
He looked back to the man who was watching him in fascination. The man's pale cheeks turned a light pink at being caught staring. Matthew wiped the water from his face with the back of his hand, returning the albino's stare. With his throat no longer dry Matthew tried to speak.
"Qui es-tu?"(Who are you?) Matthew asked again, with more clarity. The man seemed confused at his words and sighed.
"Vhere's Francis vhen jou need him?" The man made his way closer to Matthew but stopped short when he saw the boy flinch away. He raised his hands and spoke slowly.
"Uhh, jay m'apple (a failed attempt of my name is) Gilbert. Und zhat's all zhe french I know so please speak English." The last part was said in a rush.
"Gil-bert?" Matthew repeated, slowly regaining his memories of the night before.
"Oh." Matthew breathed remembering the warm arms that embraced him and the pain of his wounds. He looked down and discovered he was covered in bandages.
"Did you..." He started then gestured to the bandages. Gilbert got the message.
"Nah, my little bruder took care of zhat. Jou should meet him! Once jour okay vith moving first." Gilbert explained.
"Thank you, for coming to get me. " Matthew said, staring into the crimson orbs he adored so much.
"It vas no problem, Birdie. I'm just glad ve made it in time." Gilbert replied softly with a wide smile.
"Birdie?" Matthew asked with a raised eyebrow and a slight giggle in his voice. Gilbert's ever-present blush darkened.
"Uh, ja. Jou're small like a little bird and cu- I mean jou remind me of mein bird, Gilbird. He's almost as awesome as me!" Gilbert explained with pride. Matthew smiled at that, noticing the heat spreading to his own cheeks.
"Gilbird?" Matthew repeated and giggled.
"Ja, isn't his name awesome, I zhought of it meinself!" Gilbert responded.
"It's.. special." Matthew said laughing. Gilbert joined him with his loud laugh.
The conversation sobered and Gilbert asked a question that made Matthew's stomach turn in remembering.
"So, how did jou end up in zhat alley vith all zhose knife marks anyvay?" Gilbert asked worried.
"Um, didn't Francis tell you?" Matthew responded, trying to see if a cover story had been made yet.
"No, he kinda just sat at jour side in silence zhe entire time." Gilbert responded with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I was mugged." Matthew said flatly. Gilbert gasped.
"Jou don't seem shaken up, like at all." He said in worry.
"I've gone through worse." Matthew responded flatly, trying to get the image of the tall Russian man out of his head.
"Like zhe nightmares jou had?" Matthew's eyes widened.
"How did you..." The nightmares resurfaced in his mind, fresh and stung anew.
"Jou vere sleep talking und thrashing, ve had to tie jou down more zhan once. Jou're stronger zhan jou look." Matthew unconsciously rubbed his reddened wrists and looked towards them. He shrugged.
"Oops." He said, chuckling awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck.
"Vell after sleeping for ten years, I bet jour hungry." As if answering, Matthew's stomach growled loudly. His cheeks reddened in embarrassment and Matthew looked away from the albino.
"Um, sure. But, h-how long was I out?" Matthew asked, scared to hear the response.
"Hmm, almost two days." Gilbert said about to leave the room to find the Canadian something to eat.
"Two days!" Matthew repeated, startled with the new information.
"Almost two days." Gilbert repeated emphasizing the almost to help calm down the blond.
"I'm going to find jou somezhing to eat, I'm sure Feli's in zhe kitchen making pasta as ve speak. Is pasta okay vith jou?" Gilbert asked unsure of the Canadian's preferences.
"Of course, thank you Gilbert." Matthew replied giving the albino a smile. Then Gilbert left the room.
Hey guys, I'm back. AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I had no time to write this chapter at all (I'm writing this while I'm supposed to be working, oh well), but I promise that this fanfiction is far from over and I will continue to update (at a horrible pace). Thsi chapter and the rest are going to be a little shorter from now on so that I can write and publish them faster.
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