Sleeping Cutie
Two hours later signaled the beginning of dinner. Matthew had somewhat calmed Gilbert down with a makeout session, and had convinced Gilbert to come to dinner. When they arrived at the dining hall, they saw the king and queen already seated, glaring daggers at Matthew.
There were five place settings, each one with a name-card on it. Two were occupied. None had any indication that they were for Matthew. Gilbert looked at each name-card. His awesome name, Luddie's, and when he saw the last one he was in rage that it was for Mattie but then in disbelief for whose name was actually there.
Gilbert turned slowly to his parents, a cold gaze directed at them. "Firstly, why the hell isn't there a setting out for Matthew? Secondly, Elizabeta? What the hell; seriously?"
His mother, looking cross, replied, "That whore you call a husband shall not be eating with us at the table – if he is hungry, he can eat with the scullery maids. And, yes, Gilbert. Elizabeta. She will make a fine bride for you."
Gilbert looked as if he had a few choice words he had to say until Matthew grabbed his arm. "Gilbert, it's fine; let me just share with you." Gilbert looked a bit happy but nodded hesitantly. Gilbert took his seat, with Matthew next to him. The royals did not look pleased.
Just then, Ludwig stormed in looking annoyed. "Bruder! Where have you been? I wasn't done talking to you and you just ran out on me! Explain your comment. Now."
"Which one," Gilbert asked, happy to have the tension broken. "I said many things about Mattie, would you clarify?"
Ludwig looked like he was about to blow a blood vessel. Thankfully, or unthankfully, he never got to it. Why? Elizabeta decided to glide in. The queen stood to greet her. "Ah, Eliza! Thank you for being here, as Gilbert came by on such short notice. Gilbert," she addressed him, coolly, "say hello to your fiancée."
"Lizzie," Gilbert snarled.
"Gilly," Elizabeta growled back.
So they know each other, Matthew thought to himself. Not so happy memories, I'm sure. The albino glared at the woman, who was all too happy to glare back. Elizabeta seated herself. Matthew took his time analyzing this woman. Her hair was brown and her eyes green, she had an air to her that made her seem less like a proper lady and more like a feminine man. She was very beautiful, yes, but her aura just set it all off.
"Oh, happy couple, happy couple," the Germanic queen murmured. "When do you two want to set the date?" The first course came; a wonderful way to start a tense meal.
Gilbert took a few bites and then shoved his plate towards Matthew, signaling him to eat. Swallowing, Gilbert stated bluntly to Elizabeta, "I'm not marrying you, Liz. Not now or ever."
Elizabeta spat back, "I don't want to either, Gilly, but this is how life goes. What, are you too awesome? Grow up."
"I'm not too awesome for marriage," Gilbert replied, smirking at her surprise. Matthew passed the plate back to Gilbert, who ate more. Elizabeta wore a look that said "explain," so Gilbert, being the ever awesome person he is, did so. "I'm married, Liz."
"And I'm secretly harboring feelings for you. Anything else that's new? Perhaps something… realistic?" The green eyed woman glared.
Smirking, Gilbert raised his left hand, proudly showing off the silver band on his ring finger. "So, what was that about feelings for me, Lizzie? I regret to say the awesome me doesn't return them, nor is he free." Matthew blushed.
"Gilbert," his mother barked. "Do not talk about sluts at the table. I can barely tolerate that one just sitting here." The second course came out; the tension was still just as bad.
"Matthew is not a slut, Mother."
"Who's Matthew," Elizabeta cut in. Gilbert passed his plate to Matthew, who didn't touch the food, seeing as Gilbert didn't. Who could, with this sort of conversation occurring?
"Gilbert! See what you have done! You called unnecessary attention to an unimportant matter. You should be more like Ludwig." Every eye glanced to the stoic and silent blonde. "Let us just drop this one error and set a date."
"Gilbert!" The king said loudly, then quieter, "Listen to your mother."
"I'm married, Mother. Whether you choose to acknowledge it or not," he said, sending a harsh glare in her direction. The albino then turned to Elizabeta. "Matthew is my husband, Liz. He's right here, next to me." Elizabeta seemed to be surprised at how Gilbert managed to conjure someone out of thin air. "Go ahead, Birdie, Lizzie doesn't hurt cute things." Said "Birdie" blushed.
"I hurt you, instead," Elizabeta mumbled. "Hello, Matthew, I'm Duchess Elizabeta Hedevary of Hungary. Gilbert," she glared at the albino briefly, "and I were… friends in childhood. An honor to meet someone so cute." She smiled.
Matthew smiled meekly and introduced himself properly, since his husband didn't. "Nice to meet you, Duchess. I am the Crown Prince Matthew Bonnefoy of France. Gil and I sorta met… five days ago… and have been married three…" His already quiet voice trailed off as he told of his 'great romance'.
By now, Ludwig was bedside himself with curiosity on why the boy referred to himself as French. Continually. "Matthew," he started. "Why do you refer to yourself as a Prince of France, yet it is not a country?"
"Can we please give less attention to the whore," the queen screeched. "It is a delusional liar. Just guess how many times it has been married with that line? Not more than a week, I should say. We should just behead it now."
Matthew… he was, well, done with the politeness. There's only so much he could take. Gilbert sensed it, and it stirred up bad memories of a time he accidentally pissed his then friend off. That boy had gone on for four hours about every flaw Gilbert had; needless to say, it ruined his awesome ego a bit. And then he remembered what happened after he was done ranting; Matthew went out into the woods and tore down trees with his bare hands. Okay, so maybe not bare handed, but it was just as bad. "Matt," Gilbert warned. "Calm down; don't do anything irrational. It's not awesome."
Everyone glanced at Matthew; he looked normal. "It does not look any different. Besides, irrational behavior is accustomed to sluts." The queen did not know what was coming. At all.
Matthew stood quickly, banging his fists on the table. "I will not be spoken about in such a manner! I am not a whore, or a slut, or a harlot, or anything that denotes me in any way." Everyone was in newly dead silence from the outburst of a seemingly calm man. "When I entered this beautiful castle, eager to meet my husband's family, I had prepared for the objections, but not this! I was prepared to prove my credibility, to prove my love, to prove I am the right man for Gilbert. I hadn't prepared for, though, the insults from his mother. I hadn't prepared for the threats. I hadn't prepared for the complete and utter shun from the family." Matthew then cast his gaze pointedly on the queen. "You, madame, should be ashamed of yourself. The thought of a high class queen saying those words you have been calling me – it's appalling! If my mother were here, my sweet and kind mother, she would have questioned your nobility from the first accusation. A sincere queen would have at least had a place setting out for any person – rich, poor, sick, healthy, mean, nice, hooker, or missionary. Instead, you act like a bartending sailor. Crude and ill-mouthed." He fixed his stare on the king. "I love your son, whether you like it or not. Deal with it. And control your wife." He looked at Elizabeta. "I'm sure you are as kind as my maman. But be assured I won't give Gilbert up for anyone. I'm sorry you were troubled to come here from Hungary only to meet a ranting French prince." Finally, Ludwig came under his scrutiny. "Ludwig, Gilbert has told me much about you. For a strict person, I am assuming you are very frustrated from not receiving an answer from earlier. I am the Crowned Prince of France. The castle is the woods. Was I forgetting anything, Ludwig?"
The table had a tense silence about it. The queen was shocked that someone had dared to double-cross and embarrass her. Someone had dare to scold her. To push her faults in her face. The king was embarrassed to say the least. Elizabeta was glowing, happy even. Ludwig was figure out any other questions he had.
Gilbert? He was shocked Matthew kept it so short. The blonde was finally learning how to control his temper. Nonetheless, Matthew walked over to the fireplace in the room and picked up a side log to snap in half. He calmly walked back to his seat and happily said to his husband with a smile, "Anger gone!" And just in time; the third course came.
A/N: I've got a confession to make; I didn't write Canada's rant... Picnic (the other person on this account) did. Other than that, I've got nothing else to say. Oh, and Miss SaySaeri, you were right. :)
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