Hey! I am back! Woah the response on this story is like O_O ...I am amazed! ZOMG I love you guys! :D Like, Ich liebe dich, ja? I LOVE YOU LIKE SWITZERLAND LOVES GUNS! To: Krystal, Response to your review at the end as you decided to go all ninja on my ass xD My first anonymous reviewer :O So exciting! xD Ahh my readers, reviewers and general alerters are so goddamn awesome!

So I was thinking of writing out Alfred and Arthur's date as a separate chapter...hmm any ideas? like as a separate story kinda thing... :/

Anywho...Onwards!

Matthew leaned tiredly against the hospital-bed headrest, the police had just left after their final interview and he had been told that today he was going home after nearly two weeks. His brother was meeting him with the car and Gilbert had agreed to be the one to take Matthew out of the hospital, but first he had to get the casts off of his arms. After a load of X-ray's it had been found that his wrists were damaged and that he would need a cast as well as bandages on most of his cuts as they had reopened. The hospital had also referred him to a psychiatrist and Matthew would be required to go to counselling every couple of weeks after they discovered the cuts which Matthew wasn't especially pleased about but he could always just not show up if he didn't want to.

The Canadian was secretly glad he had the large set of bandages from his wrists to his elbows as it had meant that his brother hadn't been able to see his cuts. Though Matthew supposed that that would all change, as all Matthew had to wear was the hospital gown he would be going home in and that had short sleeves…

Matthew sighed as a nurse in her mid-thirties came in with a metal table with wheels on which there sat what looked like a small electronic pizza-cutter except with a ridged edge. The nurse then left again and pushed into the room a wheelchair, sat in which was a rather gleeful silver haired young man who held his arms in the air cheering happily.

"You are awesome nursey! Danke!" He laughed as he climbed out of the chair. "Hey Birdie! I shall be your escort this evening." He said in mock seriousness, bowing to Matthew jokingly. Matthew laughed and climbed gently out of bed and negotiated himself into the wheelchair. The nurse rolled her eyes at the hyperactive man's antics and picked up the electric rotating blade, motioning to Matthew to put his arm on the small table. The nurse had already explained that he wouldn't feel anything but having something that could cut off Matthew's hand if something went wrong made the Canadian uneasy.

The nurse turned on the device and the blade rotated with a whirring noise. Matthew visibly flinched at this and to reassure him Gilbert wrapped his arms around Matthew's shoulders, bending down to rest his face on top of the Canadian's head.

Matthew relaxed, leaning into the touch a little as the nurse began to press the blade against the plaster bandages. "It's just going to be a bit loud." She warned before turning the machine on. Matthew couldn't help but flinch, it really was loud! And Gilbert wrapped his arms tighter round the Canadian.

"It's okay birdie! Don't worry birdie, kay?" Gilbert muttered reassuringly. Suddenly Matthew jolted and started giggling.

"It tickles!" He giggled but suddenly sobered as his scars were revealed, the deep red streaks showing up brilliantly against his pale skin which hadn't been exposed to light in two weeks. At this, Gilbert began rubbing reassuring circles on Matthew's back as best he could with the wheelchair in the way. Matthew didn't react when the second load of bandages were taken off, instead he averted his eyes and had gone rather pale.

"Birdie?" But Matthew didn't respond. The nurse cleared away her equipment and left to sign some forms and said that Matthew was free to leave when ready but had to sign out at the front desk.

Gilbert began pushing the wheelchair to the front doors but stopped when he noticed Matthew shaking lightly. The room was quite warm so it couldn't have been from the cold.

Gilbert looked up to the front desk and saw Alfred make his way towards it and a light-bulb went off somewhere. He looked at Matthew again before taking off his big black hoodie and slipping it round Matthew's shoulders. When Matthew looked up to the East-German, he found himself staring at the man's chin as he faced away from the Canadian. Matthew slipped his arms into the hoodie and stared up at the man in awe. "Thank you." He whispered, tears of gratitude filling his eyes.

He got no response from Gilbert who started pushing the wheelchair once again, though that didn't stop him staring. Gilbert was wearing a black tank-top which showed off his muscular body quite well. Though that wasn't the only thing it showed as he looked to the man's inner-arms he could see the scars lining up the insides of them, faded with age but still visible. Matthew looked up at the man's face and could see a light blush adorning his cheeks. He probably feels like everyone's staring at him, judging him. That's how I felt before I got the bandages on…

They got to the front desk and filled out all the paperwork required to leave and headed outside the hospital.

They got to the car-park and found Arthur leaning against Alfred's rather rusty old truck. He had been released not long before Matthew, though it was against-medical-advice due to Arthur's fractured rib and broken wrist. His face was also rather badly bruised though Matthew couldn't say that he looked any better himself. Honestly, nearly everyone had been in hospital for some duration of time and everyone had been interviewed over and over again by police about the events of that afternoon.

It was a wonder that no-one was killed, though there were a couple of close-calls. The happy-go-lucky Italian in Matthew's class was still in hospital and by the looks of the car next to Alfred's truck, Ludwig had gone to visit him again. Matthew laughed to himself at the image of the two together while everyone negotiated around so that everyone would fit in the truck while Gilbert took the wheelchair back.

When the truck stopped outside Matthew and Alfred's house, only Matthew and Gilbert got out. Matthew looked at Alfred in confusion and Alfred rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Hey Matt, would it be totally unfair of me to go out with Arthur?" He asked. Matthew's response was cut off by an angry British man.

"What? ...You bloody berk! You can't just leave him, he's your brother! And he just got out of hospital and-"

"It's fine." Matthew answered. Honestly, Alfred would probably just suggest they play videogames or something and Matt could tell that his brother really wanted to go.

Alfred looked surprised for a moment then smiled hesitantly. "Are you sure? Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Matthew nodded hesitantly, when Gilbert threw an arm round Matthew's shoulders.

"The awesome birdie will be accompanied by awesomeness itself! I'll make sure he's fine." Gilbert grinned at Alfred who now looked suspicious.

"Al, just go. It will be fine!" Matthew urged. Alfred sighed then smiled.

"Fine. But if you let him get hurt…" Alfred threatened, a dark look taking over his face.

Gilbert waved his hand, "I know, I know. We'll be fine. I am awesome at looking after people!" Gilbert laughed arrogantly and Alfred decided to leave the two, Gilbert laughing with his arm still round Matthew's shoulders and Matthew blushing but smiling, wearing Gilbert's massive hoodie over the hospital gown.

Gilbert led the way into Matthew's house and followed the Canadian up the stairs into his room. He was about to sit down when Matthew looked up at him. "Uh…Gil I was kinda hoping to get changed…" He said, motioning to the hospital nighty he was still wearing. Gilbert laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head.

"But you look cute in a dress!" Gilbert laughed though stopped as he saw Matthew reach for a hockey stick. "But if you're sure, I'll just go get Gilbird and be right back!" He said, remembering he had left his feathered friend with Antonio while he got Matthew from the hospital. Matthew smiled in acknowledgement and after assurances that his birdie would be fine changing by himself, Gilbert left and headed across to his own house.

Gilbert walked back towards Matthew's house, Gilbird safely tucked in his hair and he had grabbed another of his hooded jackets before he had left.

He went into Matthew's house and absent-mindedly walked into the Canadian's bedroom where he saw Matthew standing in nothing but his underwear and Gilbert's hoodie.

Gilbert froze, eyes wide yet unable to look away and Matthew yelped, attempting to cover himself. Gilbert turned around and covered his eyes with one hand, now the colour of beetroot.

"…I'll…I'll wait for you down-downstairs…" He blurted out, hurrying away from the equally embarrassed Canadian.

Gilbert sat on the sofa in Matthew's living room, the blush still present on his face. He couldn't get the image he had walked in on out of his head. "Birdie…." He said softly.

Matthew finally made his way downstairs and after a few minutes of sitting next to each other awkwardly, Gilbert had suggested they watched a film. They had managed to find a film of Alfred's that was half decent and sat watching it in a rather comfortable silence.

Gilbert turned to point out something funny he had seen to Matthew only to find the Canadian bent awkwardly asleep on the sofa. The East-German sighed and attempted to pull him into a more comfortable position but had somehow ended up with him lying on his back on the sofa with the Canadian resting on his chest, still snoring softly. Gilbert gave in and decided to stay as he was as he was comfortable and Matthew definitely looked rather comfortable.

After a while of watching Matthew sleep soundly, Gilbert shifted slightly and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around the smaller Canadian.

Gott verdammt I'm so tired right now xD

School has started again and it sucks balls. MAJORLY!

Updates are gonna be even more insane over the next few weeks thanks to exams D:

Though the end of this story is drawing near D: I'm thinking of doing like a side thing for the other chars, like a chapter or two each for their relationships and whatnot but idk... :/

I'm sleeping now. xD Night all!

Reviewers get to help Spain and Lovino harvest the tomatoes! :D

~Oresama

To: Krystal

Hey you anonymous ninja you! xD Thanks for the review ^-^

Kick away! You could even borrow the Joker's special knife-shoes if you so wished...

So true! btw no one hurts birdie!

Thanks ^-^

Have a nice day too~

~ORESAMA! :D