Shhhhhhiiiii-t I had no idea how to even start this chapter! Sorry it took me so long D: The beginning is utter cruddy crud, absolutely filler and a product of me trying to work through my writers block... :T That and even more so because of school and work! D:

He couldn't help but feel awkward as Mathew sat across from him, completely absorbed in eating his Maple soaked pancakes. Gilbert couldn't shake the earlier image from his thoughts, opting to keep his eyes on his plate as he ate so as to keep from feeling more uneasy.

Mathew looked up at Gilbert, finally noticing how quiet the usually boisterous albino was. "Is something wrong?"

He nervously glanced away from Mathew, looking for a way to avoid the question. "I-Is that my shirt?" He asked, awkwardly changing the subject as he stared pointedly at what the blonde was wearing.

"O-oh! Yeah... You didn't have anything to make for breakfast so I thought I would go get stuff but I didn't want to go in what I was wearing last night so I thought it would be alright if I just borrowed a shirt..." He finished his ramble in barely a whisper, looking a little guilty for not having asked first.

Gilbert breathed a sigh of relief, glad for the distraction. "Well that's no problem, I guess we forgot your regular clothes in my car." he paused for a moment, thoughtfully. "Does that mean you walked to the store?"

"Yeah, it felt relly nice outside this morning, so it wasn't a problem." Mathew smiled down at his plate, dragging a peice of pancake on his fork around the edge of the plate. "But seriously, what do you live on? Beer and take out?" He laughed, looking back up.

"Huh?"

"You had absolutely nothing in your kitchen! Which was why I needed to go to the store, but I couldn't carry a whole lot, so I only bought a few things to make breakfast with. You didn't even have any pans!" The blonde stared at him with honest confusion, looking for an answer to the odd occurrence.

Gilbert stared at him for a moment, lost on the subject until it had finally hit him. "Oh. That. Yeah, I never did any of the cooking, Eliza-" He stopped, realizing that he almost started to tell Mathew about his, recently ex, spouse.

Mathew waited for him to continue, not noticing Gilbert's awkward pause.

"My...maid...yeah, Eliza. She always took care of everything around here, and one day she just up and left." His voice trailed off at the end, his thought's going back to that night...

He could hear the click echo through the house as he unlocked the door, the sound hollow, as if there were nothing on the other side. He pushed open the door, finding most of the pictures missing from the walls, the vases and other little things that ornamented his home gone. He let all of his things fall to the ground, rushing through the now bleak hallways, checking the rooms as he ran.

He ran past the living room, his eyes skimming over the person sitting in the large ornament chair, and it took him a moment to register it. Quickly, he turned back down the hall and caught himself on the doorway, panting heavily as he turned to the figure.

"Elizabeta?" His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She gave him a sad smile as she stood up, picking up a duffel bag that had been laying at her feet.

"I thought it would be rude to leave before saying goodbye."

"Leave? What?...I don't understand... Elizabeta, what's going on?" He gave her a pleading look, begging to understand. Begging for some explanation.

She heaved a sigh, knowing that this wasn't going to be easy. "Gilbert, I've met someone."

"You what?" Gaping at her, disbelief evident on his face.

"Oh, she must have meant a lot to you, huh?" Mathew had placed his hand on top of Glibert's, the unexpected contact pulling him from his mulling.

"Ah, yeah, but I think I have much have much more important things on my mind these days."

I DUN LIEK DIS CHAPPY. GAAAH.

And its unbearably short, I feel ashamed of even giving this to you guys, after making you wait so long already ...

BUT something is better than nothing, amiright? Maybe not...