This scene contains something of a sexual nature. jump to the cut to skip past it.
Matthew stopped breathing for a moment when he caught sight of the albino, surrounded in shards of the glass mirror. His eyes lowered from staring at the exhausted look the other was giving him, to his bleeding hand, which he seemed to be ignoring.
Quickly taking the two steps closer, he lightly lifted up Gilbert's hand, examining the damage.
"Liebe will you shower with me.." Gilbert asked, breaking the silence. Matthew lifted his gaze from the injury and didn't answer right away. What was going through his husband's head? What did he mean, he was breaking?
"Liebe?" Gilbert repeated. Matthew's breath hitched.
"Stop calling me that."
Gil held his breath as he felt Matthew's hands cup his face, forcing him to stare directly at the beautiful indigo of the other. This caused a soft blush of the taller male.
Though Matthew looked determined, he was rather scared for the other. His grip tightened slightly before he ran a hand through the albino's hair. "Stop calling me that... call me birdie. your little bird, your little maple bird... like you used to, okay? It's worrying me.." He looked to be on the verge of tears as he stared right at the beautiful crimson of his mate.
Gilbert lifted up his non-bloodied hand and lightly touched Matthew's cheek, giving him a soft smile, before kissing his head, hearing the soft squeak of the other. "Alright my precious Ahorn Vogel. Now will you shower with me? I want your company as much as possible before I have to leave"
Matthew went quiet, a soft blush on his cheeks, but he gave a soft nod in reply. For as long as they've been together, they'd never bathed together, and Matthew was a little scared. He wasn't sure why. Never once had Gilbert said anything bad about him. Each time the Canadian was either partially or fully naked, the other would caress every inch of his skin. Even the imperfections he gathered from playing or fighting with Alfred, or the ones he was even born with. Each little thing Gil would love just as much as every other inch.
Shutting the door, Matthew started removing the large sweater he tended to wear. Though Gil has given him a couple tailored suits, and other less baggy clothing, he always felt more comfortable in too-big sweaters, no matter the time of the year. He brought the large sweater over his head by pulling it up from the bottom, revealing his stomach to the other. That was his first mistake. He squeaked, dropping the sweater back down as he felt the cold hand of the other on his navel, trailing upward a little.
"Don't stop on my account, Birdie.." Gilbert whispered, taking a step closer to the other. With his other hand, he gingerly took the rimless spectacles from his face, and set them elsewhere, bringing his one hand under the sweater upward to help. Matthew shakily took the bottom of the sweater again, lifting it above his head until it was completely off his torso. His second mistake was leaving his arms inside the sweater, trapping his movement as Gilbert pushed a soft kiss agaisnt the other's neck.
If his face wasn't red before, it definitely was then. He shook slightly, the sweater sliding off his arms as he stood rigid under Gilbert's touches and kisses. His eyes fluttered closed, under the long blond hair that swayed into his face as he tilted his head away from Gilbert. He may have sucked when it came to flirting, but he sure knew his way around a body..
Matthew let out a gentle moaning noise as the other brought him closer, the hand that wasn't on his belly having moved around to his hip, pulling him close. Matthew lightly clung to the other to stop himself from falling. He was brought from his senses momentarily when his fingertips caressed the scars lining Gilbert's back, and his eyes opened just slightly, but a nip from the other's soft lips against his neck made him shake, shivers coursing through him as the pleasure was overwhelming.
Curse his neck for being so sensitive! He let his eyes shut again as he felt the expert hands of the other removing what little remained of his clothing, his arms lifting up the smaller one's body off the ground as he slid off the jeans he wore. Each inch the denim fabric slid down only made Matthew want to hide. He was going to tantilizingly slowly and the gentle movements his own body made against Gil only further betrayed exactly what he was feeling.
It wasn't long before the albino had Matthew completely naked, his smaller frame gripping tightly to his own. His legs had wrapped around Gil's hips, bringing him up as he pressed his lips to the others in a heated and much needed kiss. His heart was pounding against his chest as he kept Gil as close as possible, their kiss deep. Greedily, their tongues danced with each other, switching between who was leading in the simple entwining by who's mouth they made their dance inside.
He wasn't sure when it happened, but at once point during their heated kiss, Gil had pushed him to the cold tile wall, causing a small yelp from him, which was quickly silenced and replaced with gentle moaning.
When Gil finally pulled away from the kiss, they were both panting softly. Matthew's curl gently bobbed with his heartbeat as he stared at the other lovingly, his eyes bright with passion. Gil smiled up at him, sending shivers through him. He always liked that smile of his. Granted when they were out in public, he always smiled. No matter what he was feeling, he would always have this shit-eating grin on his lips, laughing as loud as he possibly could, just to be obnoxious.
However, when they were alone, whenever he would smile at him, it wasn't like that. He could see the sincerity on his lips, and the love in his eyes. In the silence of the echoing bathroom, all they heard was the hot breath on each other's lips, as they both struggled to maintain their grip on their sanity, both daring the other wordlessly to kiss him again.
A soft chuckle escaped the grinning man. "We're we supposed to be taking a shower.." he mumbled. The fact of bathing had all but left Matthew's hazy mind until Gilbert reminded him, and he flushed out of embarassment, looking away from the bright crimson of the other. The chuckle came again and Gil kissed his hot cheeks. "Don't worry.. I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you, maple bird.. once we're in the shower."
He set Matthew down on his own shaky legs as he started up the water. Letting the shower warm up a bit, he finished getting undressed, neatly folding his clothes, as well as Matthew's that were discarded on the floor.
Matthew tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. He watched the back muscles of his husband work under his skin, making him look far more muscular than he actually was. At one point, he thought Gilbert was posing for him with how they were buldging and with a soft squeak, he noticed the other actually was.
He caught the eyes of the standing albino who gave him a soft smile, knowing Matthew was staring at him. "Dammit Gil!" the Canadian squeaked, looking elsewhere as Gilbert headed for the shower. Quickly, though, Matthew stopped him by grabbing his hand. "W-wait.. let me at least get out the glass." he mumbled.
Without a response, Gil stood still, letting the blue-violet eyed man take out what shards he could see. He must have hit the mirror pretty hard for them to have been buried this deep. With a frown he plucked out a rather large chunk of glass and set it inside the sink beside him. The only notion that he recieved to know Gilbert even knew what he was doing, was the slight twitch his fingers would give every so often. When he was satisfied that enough glass was gone, he let go of the other and stood with him, thankful that he wasn't hurt any further than that. He'd have to wrap it later before it would stain the white gloves...
They both stepped into the warm water, and the exhausted man let out an audible sigh of comfort, his eyes closing as the water ran down the back of his neck, to his shoulders, and his chest until it hit the floor below. Slowly his head bowed, letting the water mat down his hair.
Matthew blushed softly. Was there a particular reason why they hadn't bathed together until now? They'd been together for a a year now... and dating long before that. Patiently, he awaited his turn under the water, temporarily forgetting they had a detatchable showerhead, as he watched the water run along each curve and imperfection the albino had until it either dripped off his body, or fully made it to the tub's bottom.
As if feeling the eyes of his mate on his body, Gilbert lfited his head, staring up at him. The man was holding his hands in front of him in a shy nature, the soft blush on his cheeks complimenting his impossibly indigo eyes. He would watch as the other shifted his balance from one foot to the other. Matthew lifted a hand from where they naturally lay, and ran it through his hair, his eyes averting themselves from where he was looking, almost as if forbidden.
Gilbert smiled as he reached out, grabbing onto Matthew to pull him closer. "Not fair that I get all the water, birdie.." he whispered. At the touch of the other, Matthew's blush darkened, and he lay his head against Gilbert's chest as he struggled to retain his balance on the slippery floor. He knew Gilbert wouldn't let him fall though, as their arms surrounded each other in a loving embrace. He closed his eyes, listening to the soft breathing of the man he held so dearly and to the water hitting his back, making soft echoes in his chest; to the hearbeat in his chest that pounded harder and harder with each second.
Matthew looked up at him, wondering how this man had captured him so easily when they first met. Yet here they stand, loving each other more and more with each passing moment. He gave a soft smile as he stood a bit straighter, lifting up into the other. Now under the water, he felt the warmth run down his skin, and it felt wonderful. Heavenly, even. He shut his eyes, purely letting the feeling of the wonderful water brush against his skin. He gave a soft hum of pleasure as he felt himself be pulled more under the water, feeling it run through his hair and mat it down, darkening it from it's slight orange tinge to a normal blond colour.
Under the water, he felt all the stress of the day, all the worry of knowing what Gilbert was going through, simply melt. It faded with the water's flow and completely left his body. Damn, if he didn't feel good. He gave a soft smile, almost forgetting Gilbert was even in the shower with him, until he felt the gentle carress of his hand agaisnt his chin, tilting his head upward to meet the other. Once more, Matthew's eyes opened and he looked up at Gilbert, his indigo hues meeting the soft crimson of the other.
They didn't stay open for long as he felt the other press into him for a gentle kiss. At least, that was a the plan. It was supposed to be gentle, but the moment their lips brushed past each other, they both had the same thought of ignoring the gentleness, and immediately clung to one another. Matthew threw his arms around Gilbert and lifted hismelf up a bit, making the kiss deeper on his own. Gil held tightly to his husband, wanting more out of the kiss than they had initially planned.
The warmth the water created mingled with the pleasure their kiss was creating, and Matthew shivered, knowing his mind would cloud soon enough. He felt his blood race, flowing to portions of his body that made his skin softly flush red and shiver. No doubt Gilbert was able to feel his impending arousal from the simple kiss alone, and judging by the sudden groping of his rear, he was feeling the same.
He felt himself being lifted off the ground and pressed to the tile of the shower's wall, and he wrapped his legs around the other's hips, a quiet moan escaping his lips and into the other's mouth as their kiss became a passionate dance. The moan came again as he was shifted just slightly and he felt a hand gently teasing as his entrance, sending goosebumps over his skin, despite the overwhelming warmth they were both feeling. With the sensitive skin of his thighs, he felt Gil's rather large member twitch at least once... that was all he needed to know just how deep they both were. Mixing in the heat of the water, their minds were lost in passion.
At this point, he didn't even care if the sex started off dry. He would ignore the pain soon enough,and water made for a very poor lubricant. Though that thought was far from his mind as he broke the kiss, letting is head fall back against the tile as he felt two of the other's fingers slip inside him, curling up a bit as they worked on relaxing him. Gilbert let go of his ass with his free hand and lifted it upward, lightly tugging and rubbing the long curl on the left side of his face.
This new sensation made the Canadian's heated moans grow louder, and he shivered more, his body involuntarily moving into the other as waves of immense pleasure flowed through him. Gilbert just smiled as he licked his lips slowly, watching the reaction he obtained from the gentle motions of the curl. It wasn't often he used this erogenous area to his advantage, or even at all, but hearing how loud his little bird could get was arousing, to say the least. Sounds were always pleasureable to him, and it came as a great surprise when he first did this during their heated kiss to learn just how loud he could get.
As they were dating, he was warned only once never to touch the curl by both Ludwig and Feliciano. Alfred did the same, but his was more of a threatening, older brother complex rather than a simple warning. When asked about it, Feli and Alfred both obtained a soft blush and told him it was a "sensitive area, and just don't touch it, ok?"
His first touch ever with the curl had brought Matthew to his knees, and it was by complete accident. It scared him more than he cared to admit. One moment, Matthew had been laughing happily alongside something stupid he said, the next, he was on the floor, a deep blush on his cheeks and a flustered shuffle to pull his large sweater down.
He chuckled gently, watching the man writhe below his fingers, and into the hand that worked him so loosely below.
When he finally stopped both motions, he grinned a bit at hearing the needy whimper Matthew gave off. Matthew hated his mind for wanting more out of the other, especially with the teasing his curl could do. He lifted his head just slightly, staring at the other with glossy eyes as he pleaded for more.
"G-gil.. I can't...take it. please.. nnh please Gilly I need to feel you. You tease.. ah, you tease me so much.." he begged softly. Gilbert answered him with a kiss, pulling his fingers free of the other as the water poured between them. Either had forgotten where they were, simply ignoring the constant patters of the water drops hitting their skin, and focused on the touches they could give. Gil brought both hands down to cup at his bottom a bit, lifting his hips upward, and consquently the rest of his body, as he positioned his throbbing member against the loosened ring, sliding inside slowly.
The moan came as he thought it would. Jolts of pain shot him him that he ignored, loving the size of his husband as he pushed himself slowly inside, until their hips met. He watched as Gil had closed his eyes and let out a soft hum of satisfaction as he relaxed a little. It didn't take long to adjust to his size, and he was thankful for that. His body shivered when he felt the throbbing inside him, resting against his special spot that he desperately wished could be pounded against, and his body betrayed his feelings, his own hardened member resting against his navel a bit between them.
Slowly Gil started up a rhythm, moving Matthew physically as he pushed himself deeper inside and pulled away from him. The gentle bouncing made him cling to Gil, his arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, but his body as close as he could possibly get to to the other. Though shy in nature, both he and his husband were Switches. There were days when Gilbert was the more dominant one of the two, and others when it was Matthew. There was constant reassurance on Gil's part whenever Matthew topped, but when he did, it was ecstasy.
The rhythm picked up pace, and Matthew felt it harder to concentrate on where they were, and what exactly he was holding on to. As he listened to their wet hips slapping rather lewdly against each other, he felt his body tingle in delight. To derrive pleasure from such a sound was often considered nasty, but he loved every moment of it. He knew Gil was too, listening to the satisfied grunts and groans coming from him as he concentrated on not dropping Matthew, but instead pounding harder into him.
The moaning came louder again as he shifted their position enough to penerate deeper, massaging as his prostate more frequently, and Matthew lightly scratched at the surface of skin he clung to, which only gifted him with the sounds his husband would make. He almost forgot about the bdsm nature both he and Ludwig shared, and he smiled a little, scratching more fully at his back.
He broke pace momentarily to arch into Matthew's hands, his eyes shut tightly as he gave into the feeling. When the goosebumps faded over his skin, he started the apace back up again,moving harder into the other than before. With each breath, Matthew would make noise, and his mind was in bliss at hearing it.
Closer and closer they grew to their impending peak, though Matthew felt he would fall first. The combination of everything his husband was doing kept his mind in the clouds. Slowly, one of his hands slipped down from gripping at Gil's shoulders, and rested against his own erection, where he stroked needily against it.
"Gilly.. I can't..take this..." he muttered out in heated breaths.
"Then lets finish together..." he responded.
Matthew let his head fall slightly as he pressed into Gilbert with a kiss, needing just a little more pleasure to finally drive himself over. Very gently, Gil lifted a hand to tug at his curl only once, and felt the Canadian tense up around him, a rather loud moan melting into the kiss as he finally finished, sending heated ropes of white onto the both of them.
At Matthew's sudden tensing around him, he could stand no longer, and he was driven over the edge as well, filling up the other with his hot seed.
After the initial waves of pleasure coursed through them, they continued the kiss, which lie motionless as they rode it out, and Gilbert tunneled his fingers into the other's hair, tilting his head slightly.
When the kiss was broken, they both smiled tiredly. Gil slowly set Matthew back on his two feet, and changed the temperature of the water, as they'd grown used to the heat it was at. Even under the water, Matthew was blushing furiously, holding onto Gil for dear life.
Almost mechanically, Gilbert pulled Matthew under the water, using a cloth to wipe away any trace of their lovemaking, being gentle, yet thorough. Matthew lightly shook under his touch, watching him carefully, though his vision was blurred, he could see how careful he was being.
When the albino finally stood, he started to wash the other's hair, listening to the soft noises of his husband while his scalp was massaged. Matthew smiled a little, moving into his hands slightly to help the washing. He never thought anyone doing something so personal would feel good, let alone work at all, but Gilbert knew what he was doing, making sure every inch of his orange tinted hair was covered in the lathered shampoo.
With a soft smile, he looked over at the other, until he felt the water rush over his head and face, and he felt Gil's hands stroke his hair backward, keeping the shampoo from the other's face. It was nice, being washed by someone else, but he wouldn't ask this of him. If you were to look at Gilbert in public, would anyone ever think he'd be this sweet? Matthew certainly wouldn't think that.
With the shampoo gone in his hair, he took a small step away from Gil, watching him clean his own hair under the warm water. Matthew lightly held onto himself, making himself as small as possible, which was a natural pose for him, as he looked away.
"Th-thanks, Gilly... I'll get out and leave you to finish.. I said I'd get your things." He said softly, stepping out of the shower to grab the fluffy towel waiting for him to dry himself off with. Slowly he worked his skin over with the towel, before tossing it on his head, rubbing at his scalp to dry off his hair.
"Take your time, Mattie.. I'll be in here awhile.. but if you hear anything, come back, ok? I...don't trust my mind. Not now.." Gil responded, running his hair under the water.
Matthew smiled, wrapping the towel around his waist before leaving the room, their clothes in his arms, as he made his way toward the bedroom. Once there, he discarded them in the hamper and searched for his own clothes first. Being in a towel was nice, but he feared that Gil would keep himself distracted and never arrive to greet his brother. And if Ludwig had to come here, it wouldn't be with warm greetings.
Quickly finding a dark blue sweater, he threw it on, almost immediately followed by white shorts. One of the many things Gil had bought him. He was partial to the colour red but this particular sweater had a very nice feel to it.
"Do you like it?"
"W-well,yes but I-"
"Zhen it's yours."
He held the fabric up to his face with a soft blush, nuzzling against it his cheek and inhaling the scent. He gave a soft smile, before moving back to the closet to dig out his uniform.
The fabric was covered in a plastic, indicating it had been cleaned since its last use, and he gently laid it against the bed, before leaving it and moving to fetch his boots, gloves, and cap, laying them on, or against, the bed as neatly as he could. Not like it mattered that much as Gil would simply throw it on anyway, but he wanted to cater to the neat instinct Gilbert and his brother tended to share, at least a little. He made sure the house was clean on most occassions, but Gil would usually find something to clean.
His brother had the anal retentiveness of their freakish cleaning however, and Feliciano was complaining about it to him one day.
"Vee, yea it's so weeird. I was making pasta like he said I could then he just follows me around with a cloth wiping up every little mess that I make!"
Matthew giggled a little, leaving the room to make his way to the kitchen. May as well feel his husband before not seeing him for at least a day. Nothing like pancakes with syrup to make one feel better!
6:15
He frowned a little, staring at the bright blue lines of the clock as it indicated the time. They'd been in the shower for near fourty minutes. No doubt due to their lovemaking..
Quickly, he started to gather the pancake mix and a bowl and whisk, wanting at least a good sized stack done before Gilbert got out of the shower. There was no telling how hungry he'd be, considering the state of his mind or the exact amount of exhaustion he was feeling..
He slowed down in the whisking slightly to look back in the direction of the shower. Should he let him leave today? He could handle the anger Ludwig could throw at him if he just kept Gilbert here. The man needed his rest, but..
He stopped whisking all together as he noticed his strange canary friend had settled on the counter beside Matthew, looking up at him almost expectantly. Of course he needed his rest, but there was no guarantee the other would sleep at all, even if given the opportunity. The only harm there was to keeping Gilbert at home today was more on Ludwig's well being than Gils, or his own. He sighed gently, before digging through the cabinets to find the food Gil kept for his little canary, and scooping out a little to put it in a small bowl designated for the bird's food.
The canary happily twittered, bouncing over to the bowl and jumping in it, starting to peck out the seed he loved so dearly. Matthew smiled a little, lightly stroking the spine of the yellow bird like Gil taught him, with the knowledge the canary really liked that.
It appeared most attention given to his feathers was adored, and the canary replied to the stroking by fluffing out a wing, stretching it until he lifted his finger off the spine, then it nestled perfectly back at his side.
Matthew worked on whisking up the pancake batter again, deciding to throw several chocolate chips in there this time. May as well mix it up a little.. He smiled a little as he scooped a small handful of the chips into his mouth, letting them melt as he poured a bit into a pan, ready to cook the batter up like it needed to.
Together, they could go through at least three, twelve pancake stacks, even on their hungriest days, so he kept a lot of the ingredients to mix more on hand often. However, pancakes weren't all they ate as much, as it would be great. He and Gil both got a word of warning from Feliciano, oddly enough, about that.
"I know it seems I eat nothing but pasta, but I don't! If you eat your favourite thing everyday you'll get sick of it! Yep you will!"
Though that could never happen with their syrup addiction. Never.
When he finally heard the shower shut off, he had a decently sized stack of pancakes already set out on the table for him, and he only conitnued to make more, making sure whatever accidental mess he'd made was cleaned up. "Giil! I made pancakes for you! So hurry up and eat them before you don't get any!" Matthew shouted, smiling a little.
"You spoil me, little bird!" Gilbert called back. It didn't take him long to leave the bathroom. Unlike Matthew, who had decided getting dressed immediately after was the best course of action, Gil set out toward the kitchen with a towel around his waist. He didn't want to dress until he absolutely had to.
6:33
Gilbert slicked his hair backward, as it was still sort of wet, and he sat down at the table. When Matthew brought the next couple pancakes, and a new plate, for him, he jumped a little. "Oh god- Gil. Don't scare me like that.. You look too much like Ludwig, despite the obvious differences..."
Gilbert laughed softly. The shower had perked him up quite a bit, and he could at least feign being energetic. Mockingly, he lost his smile and grew serious. "Vhat do you mean. I am Ludwig, not zhat silly Bruder of mine." he hmph-ed alittle. "I'm who he called West vis my fancy slicked back hair and ein stick up mein arse. I'm the most serious person to ever exist and I can't smile to save my life! I'm just too upset or important to give anyone but my beloved little Feli zhe time of day-"
Matthew about died laughing.
When he finally gathered his composure, he stood back up off the floor, rubbing his eyes dry, while grinning. "Dammit Gil.. " he said softly, having removed his glasses to wipe his eyes, but when he slipped them back on, he crossed the room, taking the two steps closer, and kissed his cheek softly. "You always do that.."
Gilbert grinned proudly. "Yeah, and you love me for it."
"Do not."
"Do too. No lying to me-"
"Dammit.." Matthew laughed again. He stayed near Gil as the albino stole a few pancakes and started drowning them in syrup, before devouring them with gusto. He noticed as his hair dried, a few of the slicked back pieces began to fall forward, and that's when he spotted something odd that he'd never seen before. He tilted his head a little, before reaching out and caressing the odd stripe of blond in his hair. "Gil?" he asked.
The albino lifted his head a little, sliding the lock of hair from his grasp, and it fell in front of his eyes. He focused on the blond lock and then to the confused face of Matthew, before swallowing the forkful he had in his mouth. "Oh, that. It's nothing really. Something both me and Ludwig got when we were reunited. He's got a white one. You can only really see his when he has his hair down, just like you've never noticed mine until my hair was pulled back." He wiped at his mouth a little, leaning back in the chair.
The blond nodded a little, before smiling. "It looks good on you. " He said softly. Gilbert grinned.
"Danke, Ahorn Vogel." he replied, before filling himself up with as many pancakes as Matthew would let him eat.
7:56
The dishes were washed, and the table was wiped clean. The counters were cleaned off, and the canary was well fed as he nestled in a small bundle of blankets in his open cage, fluffing up to sleep.
Gilbert and Matthew both were in the bedroom, applying the orante decorations to his pristine Prussian blue uniform. His crimson gaze lie on the Iron Cross hanging on the mirror, then back to Matthew, several times during the course of the dressing. When they finally stopped, and Gilbert adjusted the tie just slightly, he grabbed the Cross and lightly thumbed it over. This visitation wasn't like the other years. This one was a decent number, a nice even one, and thusly required more decorating. A small part of him wanted to wear the golden Iron Cross he had, one he'd kept safe and preserved inside a nice box for very special occassions.
He gripped the Cross tighter, then turned to Matthew, who looked up at him with bright eyes. "Yea..?" he asked, in the silence that followed.
Gilbert looked down at the Cross in his gloved hand, before reaching out and pulling the chain around Matthew's neck, locking it in place and letting it rest beside his heart, over the large sweater. Gil gave the other a smile, watching him lightly pick up the cross around his neck, looking to it, then Gil, then back to it, before finally ending it with a smile and a hug.
"Thank you... " he whispered. Lightly, Gilbert ran his gloved hands over Matthew's hair, smoothing it out in a petting motion.
"I love you Matthew. No matter where I go, or what I do.. I will always love you. Never forget that. You are my precious moonbeam and I can't see myself without you, now that I have you." Gil whispered.
A sudden chill went down Matthew's spine, and he stiffened at hearing Gil's words. In the silence that accompied their hug, he felt his stomach start to churn with dread. He'd be coming back, right? He was never gone more than a couple days, so of course he'd be back.
"I love you too, Gil. Stay the sunshine in my heart and you'll never be without me.." he mumbled. Gilbert's heart skipped a beat and he smiled gently.
When he finally let go, he went back to the jewelry box, and pulled out a smaller box. inside said box was a golden cross, looking remarkably similar to the Iron Cross Matthew now wore. He slipped that around his neck and hid it under his shirt and tie. He felt bare without at least one of the Crosses around his neck, and now he held one, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.
He turned back to Matthew, who was holding out his cap delicately. Gil took it from his grasp and slid it on his head, before holding his arms out. "...How do I look?"
Matthew looked him over, trying to look for any imperfections. Finding none, other than the tired look in his eyes, he gave a salute to the other. "Perfect!"
Gilbert smiled a little, pulling Matthew in for a hug. "Keep the Cross with you. Keep it safe until I return, okay? I don't want you feeling alone."
"Funny.. I was gonna say the same thing. You're the one who needs someone.." Matthew mumbled. Gil just chuckled, before the phone on the desk nearby started to ring. He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes, as he let go of the other and lifted it up.
8:00
He frowned when he noticed that the alarm was going off at the exact same time his brother was calling, and he unlocked the screen, both to shut off the alarm, and to answer the call.
"Ja?" He said. "...Ja, I'm ready. Are you-... I see. Okay... Be there in a second." He hung up the phone and exhaled.
"What's up?" Matthew asked.
"..He's decided to come get me this time. He's waiting outside.." he mumbled, stuffing the phone in his pocket. Matthew frowned, but nodded.
"Okay, well, um... at least let me walk you to the door." Without needing a response, Matthew grabbed Gil's hand and lead him out of the room, toward the front door. Before he opened it, he gave the other a soft kiss. "Don't hesitate to call if you need me, okay?" he reminded him.
Gil just smiled, a hand on the doorknob, and nodded. "I will, don't worry. Je t'aime, Matthew." He said softly.
Matthew's face flared when he heard the German speak French. Not just any french... the one he taught him. He smiled proudly. "I..Ich liebe dich, auch... Gilbert."
With a wider smile, the albino opened the door to see Ludwig standing by his black Audi, dressed in similar garb to his own, only forest green, and having different decorations. Ludwig held out a hand to his brother, who strolled over confidently. Taking Ludwig's hand, they embraced in a tight hug, before climbing into the car, either via the door, or jumping through the window in Gilbert's case, and drove off.
Things felt awfully lonely around here without Gilbert around, he noticed. When the car had left his sight, he stayed standing in the doorway, taking out his phone with the intention on texting the other.
Gil, I miss you already.
It wasn't long before he got a response. He answered it, expecting a texted reply, but instead he got a picture.
Gilbert was smiling like a dumbass, taking a selfie as the car drove quickly.
I'll be back before you know it birdie!
Matthew smiled a little. though there was still a thought on his mind. What was so important about the ninth..? Why did today hurt Gilbert's mind so?
His phone buzzed again with an unknown number.
Will you ever look at him the same, Matthew?
He frowned a bit, replying to it as he stepped away from the house.
Who're you?
Will you look at him the same?
who're you..
Will he be safe?
His heart skipped a beat and he stopped breathing for a moment.
what do you mean
of course he'll be safe he's with his brother
Will he return?
Will be he safe?
Will he be the same?
The words the messages left started to make his heart beat faster. He would return. He had to return. He promised...
Enough was enough! He had to know what today was about! Mysterious messages, and depression be damned, he had to know!
Quickly, he dialed a number.
Yooo Mattie bro, what's up!
"Don't you , 'yoooo' me. Alfred I want answers! You're not getting out of it this time!"
What happened little bro? Get into a fight or somethin?
"No! What in the maple loving hell is so important about today?!"
...What is today anyway?
He sighed, starting to pace around the driveway. "The ninth of Novemeber."
...
"Alfred?"
...Mattie, i don't think-
"No! No I'm tired of everyone ignoring the question! I never get a straight answer out of you! Not even the stupid internet helps me! What's so important!" it was rare Matthew yelled at all, even rarer to talk to his brother like that. he was met with a long period of silence, before Alfred's voice, much quieter than before, spoke up again.
It's the day the Berlin wall fell.