Yay snowdays~ Whoo~ So, here's the next chapter! Thank you SO much for the reviews!

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The next morning, I awake with Gilbert's arms around me. My back is against his chest and we are fit together like puzzle pieces. Upon waking and feeling the comfort, I sigh happily and shift closer to him. He stirs and snuggles into my hair, but stays asleep.

Suddenly, I remember that it is Thanksgiving and Gilbert and I are going to enjoy a wonderful day here together. Another happy sigh escapes me as I imagine everything that we're going to do today. Sure, there might not be any turkey, but we have Spaghetti-O's and chicken nuggets. I also think I have some mac n' cheese that we can heat up.

Shifting slightly, I peek over the blankets and check the time. It's almost nine! So, with a sigh, I remove myself from the bed being careful not to disturb Gilbert. I make my way to the bathroom so I can take a quick shower before the day really starts.

When I finish my shower, I stand in the middle of the bathroom putting my clothes on. With a blush, I realize that I forgot to bring my shirt in! Now I have to leave the bathroom without a shirt and run into my room.

I peek out of the room cautiously and see a lump on the bed. I pray that it's Gilbert still sleeping and rush out of the room, feeling the cold air against my bare chest. I'm almost to my room when I hear a noise in the kitchen.

"Birdie?" an all too familiar voice calls, "Are you done in the bathroom? The awesome me needs to show-" I freeze and he appears in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. His mouth hangs open and I feel every inch of me turning red. Finally, his mouth closes and he smirks walking over to me haughtily.

He passes by me, smacking my butt, and saying, "Damn, Birdie, you're sexy." Before walking into the bathroom. I jump and run into my bedroom as embarrassed as ever.

It takes me a few minutes more than usual to get myself ready, but that is simply because I'm so embarrassed. I realize that I can't stay in my bedroom all day and need to get everything ready for our meal. Plus, I don't want Gilbert to worry

I walk out into the living room and glance around, seeing Gilbert with his back to me folding up the couch. He scoops up the blankets and turns around, looking at me. He smirks and moves past me into my bedroom and places the blankets on my bed before returning to the living room.

"I think it would be much more awesome to eat on the couch," he explains, "Now, we just need to get ready and we'll be all set. What time do you want to eat? Does one sound awesome?" I nod, not really caring when we eat. I head into the kitchen to set everything up.

When I finish sorting everything, I have six cans of Spaghetti-O's, two boxes of mac n' cheese, and three boxes of dinosaur chicken nuggets. I also have orange soda, hot chocolate, and coke to drink. Gilbert comes by to inspect everything and decides that it's all "awesome" and that I should get started cooking.

What does he do? He plops himself in front of the television and turns on football. I don't really care, though. I should probably be happy he's not going to try to help. I don't need the apartment burning down on Thanksgiving. Besides, that's what Alfred has always done; I cook and he watches television.

I am heating up the water for the mac n' cheese and cooking the chicken nuggets in the oven at the same time. While I wait for the water to boil, I place the Spaghetti-O's in the microwave and turn it on. I then rush over to the cabinet and grab two packets of hot chocolate mix before placing two mugs on the table. The microwave beeps and I take out the hot bowl and replace it with another.

I am doing so many things at one time, I don't really pay much attention to how close I am to the stove. Without thinking, I place my hand down, not really thinking about where exactly I am putting it.

Suddenly, a burning sensation rips through me and I cry out, clutching my hand. Looking down, I see that I placed my hand right on the burner. My hand is now red and hot. Looking up, I see Gilbert crashing into the kitchen. He looks at me and then at my hand before diving for it and sticking it under cold water.

"What happened? Are you alright?" he presses as the cold water hits my hand like tiny knives. I whimper from the pain and a tear streaks down my cheek. Gilbert looks down at me and brushes it away with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Birdie, but we have to cool it off. Keep it under the water while I grab some bandages." I nod and force myself to keep my burnt hand under the water.

Using my other hand, I grab a pen and paper and write down exactly what drawer they are in. Glancing at the note, he rushes to the second drawer on the right and pulls out the beige bandage. He comes back to me, grabs a towel, and begins to dry off my red hand before wrapping it up. I am still sniffling because it really hurts. He looks down at me and sighs, pulling me into a huge hug.

"Be more careful, Birdie," he tells me, "That could have been not awesome. Now, let's finish making dinner." He pulls away and smiles, his hands on my shoulders. I bring myself to look up at him and smile too. Ruffling my hair, he turns to the stove and puts the mac n' cheese mix into the pot.

We finish dinner quickly and begin to set the table. I place down the final plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets when there is a knock at the door. Gilbert looks at me and motions for me to get the door. I give him a shocked look. I never answer the door. Answering the door means talking to people and that is something I don't do.

Then I remember the promise, sigh, and make my way to the door. Before I open it, there is another knock, this time louder and more urgent followed by a deep voiced shout at whoever was knocking. I click the door open and pull it aside to fine a tall, scowling blonde haired boy and a shorter, more excited looking brunette Italian.

"Feli? Luddy?" Gilbert asks coming up behind me. Ludwig sighs and Feliciano waves.

"Ve! Hello, Gilbert!" the Italian exclaims, "Can we come in? I brought pasta!" He motions with the container he has in his hands. I nod and step aside to let the two in before shutting the door. Turning around, I see Gilbert giving Ludwig a curious look.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, "I thought you were having Thanksgiving with Opa."

At this Ludwig sighs and glares at him. "We were," he explains, "But then he got very mad that you weren't coming and decided not to celebrate Thanksgiving. Feliciano came over with pasta and suggested we go over here per your invitation yesterday."

"Awesome!" Gilbert shouts, taking the pasta from Feliciano and setting it on the table. "The more the merrier! We can set this up buffet style and eat on the couch while watching football!" Feliciano claps his hands together and Ludwig sighs again as they venture further into my apartment.

I run into the kitchen and pull out two more plates, handing one to Ludwig and one to Feliciano. As Feli takes the plate, he looks down at my hand. "What happened, Mattie?" he asks worriedly, "You're hand has a bandage!" Ludwig hears this and turns to Gilbert questioningly.

Gilbert opens his mouth to speak, but I throw my hand in the air. He gives me a quizzical look, but clamps it shut. Taking a deep breath, I grab the whiteboard he bought me and begin to write. My hand is shaking and my writing comes out very messy, but it's still readable. I'm really nervous. I've only ever written for Alfred and Gilbert. When I finish, I hand the whiteboard to Feliciano and look at him, praying I didn't mess anything up.

I burnt my hand making the mac n' cheese. It's alright now, so don't worry. Sorry for worrying you.

Feliciano breaks into a huge smile and throws his arms around me, pulling me into a huge hug. "Thank you for telling me!" He exclaims. I feel myself blush a few shades of red, but awkwardly return the hug. I look up at Ludwig and Gilbert. Ludwig looks surprised and Gilbert is smirking.

"That's my Birdie," he says, "Good job! You did awesome!" He pauses to let Ludwig pull Feliciano off of me. "Now, are you ready to eat? We've got a bunch of awesome hot food that better not go to waste." Feliciano laughs and nods. Even Ludwig gives a small smile.

We pack our plates full of food and sit down on the couch. Normally, the couch only sits three people, but Feliciano is small enough that we all fit on. It's a tight squeeze, but it's still comfortable. Gilbert wraps one arm around me as I eat my food. He turns on the television to football, but I glare and take the remote, changing it to hockey.

Everyone looks at me, surprised at my action. "It's Thanksgiving, Birdie," Gilbert explains, "We should watch football." He takes the remote and changes the station, but I grab it right back. Glaring playfully at me, Gilbert takes it, changes the station and holds it up high above his head. I smile back and place my food on the coffee table, ready for a fight. Standing up, I grab at the remote, but he tries to keep it away from me. Ludwig and Feliciano watch, Ludwig with disdain and Feliciano with happiness.

Finally I grab the remote, change the station back to hockey and sit on it so Gilbert can't get it. He smirks down at me and laughs. I begin to laugh as well.

"You're a fighter, you know that?" he asks, "Fine, we can watch hockey." I smile and rest my head on his shoulder, popping a dinosaur chicken nugget into my mouth.

As we eat, Feliciano goes on about pasta. I listen intently, somewhat interested. Ludwig is giving him a fake smile, probably having heard this rant a few times before. Gilbert looks bored to death.

Suddenly, Feliciano turns to me. "Hey, Mattie, do you like the pasta I made?" he asks me hopefully. I could just nod yes, but I'm feeling so confident that I pick up my whiteboard and begin to write.

Yes, I loved it. What is in it, if you don't mind me asking.

Feliciano beams and begins to tell me all the ingredients that he used. Some I recognize, but a few I have no idea what they are. I smile and nod anyway, seeing how excited Feliciano has become.

When we are done with our meal, I pick up all the plates and carry them into the kitchen, turning on the water to wash them off. Gilbert comes up behind me and wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me away from the sink. Blinking, I look up, trying to figure out what he is trying to do.

"We can do the dishes later," he tells me, "Right now, let's just enjoy the day." I smile and let him lead me into the living room where Ludwig and Feliciano are. Feliciano is sitting on Ludwig's lap, his head resting on the German's shoulder. Gilbert sits down next to them, pulling me onto his lap as well.

None of us kiss or make our or anything. Instead, we just cuddle on the couch until about eight. Ludwig announces that it's time to go and Feliciano protests, but accepts that they have to leave. He gives me another hug. "Thank you for talking to me today," he smiles, "I hope you and Gilly have a lot of fun, ve?" I laugh and hug him back as Ludwig pulls him off of me yet again.

"Großvater is going to be angry, you know," Ludwig sighs turning to Gilbert. "But... Thank you for a nice meal." At this Gilbert smirks and slaps his back.

"Yeah, I know," Gilbert replies, "But I don't really care. And you're welcome. I know; we're awesome!" Ludwig sighs again, placing his hand on his head, but gives us a very faint smile. They wave goodbye, gather their things, and leave. I wave back feeling pretty proud of myself. Gilbert comes around and places his arm around my shoulder.

"Now, where were we?" he asks, pulling me over to the couch and setting me down before showering me in kisses. I grab my whiteboard and write, handing it to him.

I think we were just getting started...

I add a small winking face at the end of my sentence and smirk. That's when Gilbert pounces on me, calling me sexy and hot and all sorts of things I know I'm not, but believe I am simply because Gilbert tells me so.


The night goes by quickly and soon, it is morning. Friday morning to be exact and the day Alfred comes home. His bus is supposed to drop him off late, though, so Gilbert and I spend the morning cuddling and enjoying each other.

I'm so wrapped up in him, I think I hear the door's lock click, but brush it off. Gilbert has his lips firmly planted on mine and I don't think twice about it.

Suddenly, I hear a voice I haven't heard in a while. "Hey, Mattie! I'm ho-" Gilbert and I shoot away from each other and we stare in shock at Alfred who is staring right back at us, his mouth wide open. His suitcase hits the floor with a thunk.

"Oh, hey!" Gilbert says casually, "What's up? How'd your football thing go? Have fun in your tights, playing with balls?" He smirks and I watch as Alfred's face goes from shocked to annoyed.

"What the fuck are you doing with my little brother?"


Oh, Shit's going down... o.o Al's not happy...

Anyway, let's all be grateful for snowdays! Whoo! I AM NOT MAKING ANY PROMISES... But I might update again this weekend.

Uhm... BAW Feli~ BAW Gilly~ And yay, Mattie is beginning to gain some confidence.~

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