Gilbert was awesome. Enough said. He had awesome hair, awesome eyes, a damn good smile, he was just awesome. Not everybody could handle his awesomeness though. People like her, for example.

Gilbert wasn't even doing anything, but she had to be up his ass- not in a good way. All he was doing was catching up with a friend, Antonio, who he hadn't seen in God knows how long(all thanks to this whiny Italian, but he'll go into that another time), and this bitch had to ruin it. Every. Time.

This wasn't the first time he'd been confronted by the haughty female, nope. It happens every time he enters the shitty bar/restaurant. She was probably butt-sore over the fact she was married and couldn't have any of the albino. So he told himself. Anyways, back to his problem;

"Are you going to order something, or just sit there all day- again?" She hissed, glaring harshly down at the German. Gilbert just shrugged, rolling his eyes while the Spaniard that sat across from him giggled.

"Yeah, yeah. You say the same thing every day." He waved her off. This restaurant was where he and his friends hung out, and she didn't have problems with them, it was only Gilbert. "Get me a beer or somthin'. Anyways, Toni, you should see him! It's fucki-"

"Beer? In the middle of the day! The bar is not even open yet, idiot!" She growled, shaking her head of brown locks furiously.

Gilbert smirked, "Then why don't you make yourself useful and make me a sandw- fuck!"The woman, who was named Elizabeta, punched the albino in his head. "You can't just fucking punch me in the head!" He whined, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

"Get out." She pointed at the door. Gilbert paused, he always messed with the girl but she never hit him or kicked him out(though she always threatened him to do so).

"... Seriously?" Elizabeta nodded firmly. "What about Toni! He didn't do anything!" Awesome. She wouldn't kick out Toni, which means she couldn't kick him out.

"Antonio can stay. I like Antonio. I don't like you, so get out." Gilbert scoffed, walking past the girl.

"C'mon Toni, we have more awesome things to do!" Antonio stood up from his seat to follow his friend, smiling apologetically at the girl, she smiled back.

"Sorry Lizzy..."

"Man! Sometimes she can be a pain in the ass! Especially when Franny and Artie aren't around..." Gilbert mumbled, sulking, as he left the restaurant.

"You were sort of asking for it, mi amigo." Antonio smiled, catching up to his friend.

"She always has a stick up her ass! She was probably on her fucking period..." The German looked up at the sky and cursed. The sky was full of dark gray clouds, rolling over what little sun there was. It was going to rain again- despite what that un-awesome weather man had said. You could pretty much tell after living in London for awhile. Thankfully, though, it didn't look like it would rain too soon.

Antonio let out another laugh, deciding not to comment on it. He didn't want Elizabeta's wrath falling down on him too.

The two friends continued strolling around the bustling city of London. They sporadically stopped in stores or coffee shops, just enjoying the time they had together. You see, Antonio went to not only a different college, meaning they already had a small amount of time together, but Antonio was- dare Gilbert even say it- love. Not with some beautiful, long eye lashed and big boobed girl you expect someone like the Spaniard to fall for, no- it was quite the opposite. Lovino Varges. He was even more ill-tempered than Arthur- which was saying something. He had the worst attitude, an awful mouth, and even seemed to despise Antonio himself. Oh yeah, they were "going out"- according to Antonio.

The things Antonio never ceased to amaze the German.

"Who're you texting?" The albino asked, leaning over Antonio's shoulder to get a better look at what the Spaniard was doing. He had a goofy smile on his face, Gilbert noted frowning, he only got that look when he was talking to him.

"Lovi~ He's so cute! Look what he said-!" He shoved the iPhone into Gilbert's face, who begrudgingly read it.

Sent: [Nov. 4th 2011 11:33am] Lovi~ 3

Would you stop texting me, bastard! And stop that fucking creepy smile that you have on your bastard face!

"He's psychic, isn't he?" Gilbert asked grinning. Antonio agreed with a laugh. "He's totally head over heels for you!" The albino joked, laughing. Antonio stopped walking, Gilbert stopped as well, raising an eyebrow.

"D-do you really think so, Gil?" Shit, he thought I was serious! Leave it to Antonio to not laugh at the one time Gilbert makes a joke.

"Yeah, probably...!" He chuckled awkwardly. "H-hey Antonio! Let's go over there, okay?" He said, changing the subject. As much as he loved Antonio, he didn't want to go into a long heart warming conversation on his love life with Lovino, that would eventually lead to the unawesome topic of his own love life- or lack thereof(he was too awesome for one anyways!).

"Sure!" Antonio said, once again following after the albino. "So," The Spaniard began, pausing as he started to text on his cell, "How is Arthur's... problem?" He returned the phone to his pocket, looking up at the German, who was slightly taller than himself, with interest. Gilbert frowned, right. Antonio didn't know...

"You wouldn't fucking believe it if I told you..." Gilbert sighed, running a pale hand through his white locks in annoyance. "But whatever; remember the kid Art was hung up about when we first met him?" He paused, waiting for Antonio to remember. After a moment he nodded. Gilbert continued, "Yeah well... that's him. That's Arthur's fucking creepy ass stalker!" Gilbert exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air to emphasis his disbelief.

"You're serious?" He blinked his deep green eyes in surprise. That turn of events was very unexpected. Very unexpected. "Are you sure, sure?" Gilbert shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets; his familiar smirk was long gone. It was obvious he wasn't found of this topic.

"Like hell I know! But apparently Arthur found a picture of them when they were younger and remembered him." Gilbert grunted, "Francis said it was probably because he meant a lot to Art, and when everything happened he 'pushed' everything to the back of his mind." He tapped his temple for effect.

Antonio nodded solemnly, "That would make sense... he did mean a lot to him. So how's he dealing now?" Gilbert's red eyes narrowed,

"He's fucking hanging out with him. On fucking purpose!" Antonio gawked in surprise,

"Seriously! You think he would be heartbroken!"

"Tch, I know right? He even looks happy. Y'know he plans on never telling him that he remembered? Sometimes I can't comprehend what's going on in his head..." He sighed, exasperated, as they continued walking down the street.

"Hmmm," Antonio hummed in thought, "I can't imagine how Francis is feeling right now..." He sighed along with the German. "I mean, after all he's done for him too, it must be like a slap in the face." Gilbert nodded.

Antonio didn't know the half of it. For the past two weeks Francis has been whining and complaining over everything. It was driving the albino damn near crazy! He was at wit's end, having to deal with a Brit whose heart could break any fucking second, and a Frenchmen who's dealing with a woman who doesn't love him and a man who is continuously snubbing him for someone who broke his own heart. It was exhausting to say the least.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he collided with another body; he remained standing, though he couldn't say the same thing about the person he smacked into. Great. Just what I fucking need. He was not in a good mood, and this only made it worse.

"Will you watch where you're going?" He growled, looking down at the person. It was a he, a familiar he. He had dropped a bag of what looked like books- on Polar Bears. Weird. The man was quickly picking up his things when his eyes met the red, the man's eyes were a pretty indigo hidden behind wire-framed glasses. He had short-ish blond hair that reached a few inches below his ears, with a strange curl that fought to stay put.

Suddenly Gilbert grinned, "Birdie! No way!" He laughed, grabbing Matthew's arms and hoisting him up to his feet- much to the others protests. "You got a hair cut! No wonder you looked different!" He smirked, playfully punching the blonds arm. He smiled in response, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, looking anywhere but the German.

"Who's this?" Antonio asked, his smile now back in place. Gilbert's smirk increased as he pointed at Matthew,

"This is Birdie! His brother." After a moment, Antonio seemed to understand. He smiled and held out a hand for the meek blond to shake, "And this is Antonio, he's pretty much my best friend." He said with a wink. Matthew raised an eyebrow, but he hesitantly shook the others hand anyways.

"U-um... it-it's nice to... meet you?" Antonio grinned with a 'you too!'. "U-um, I have to get going now..." He said walking around the two, continuing on his way before he ran into Gilbert. Gilbert watched him leave, a little sad that he didn't say more than a few words. He did remember him right? Ha! Gilbert laughed inwardly, of course he remembers me! No one can forget my sexiness.

"Hey Gil," Antonio said, gaining his attention from the retreating figure. "I have to go too now, alright? It's about to rain soon, and I'm having dinner with Lovi!" He grinned with the faintest of pink on his tanned cheeks. Gilbert smirked, as much as the Italian annoyed Gilbert, he couldn't deny the feelings Antonio felt for him.

"Yup, later Toni!" He waved as his friend walked away.

Gilbert stood there for a few moments, thinking about where he was to go next, and soon enough it started raining.


Gilbert cursed inwardly as he held a newspaper over his head to keep the rain from hitting him. Despite what you may think, Gilbert had nice clothes. And most of those nice clothes were dry clean only; he did not need them any wetter. What made it worse was the fact his house was too far away to run there in the rain, he would become absolutely soaked- and pissed- if he were to run there. So instead he decided to stop into a coffee shop until the rain stopped.

He stepped in the coffee shop, throwing away his soaked newspaper. He scanned the coffee shop; it was average sized and was quiet modern. It was pretty interesting. He went up to the counter to order a nice cup of coffee. As soon as he ordered and received his warm coffee he looked for a place to sit- and found the perfect one.

Matthew was sitting in a corner of the coffee shop, hair wet from the rain outside. He was reading a book. Probably one that was in the bag he dropped earlier when they bumped into each other- which they seemed to do a lot.

"Mind if I sit here?" Gilbert smirked at how Matthew jumped, startled at Gilbert's sudden appearance. Without a yes, Gilbert sat down anyways. "Is this a coincidence or just fate?" He said with a wink, amused at the red that spread across the blond's face.

"U-um... a coincidence?" He said, placing a bookmark in the book he was reading and closing it. It was a book on Polar bears, Gilbert noted.

Gilbert laughed at that, the man didn't say much, but when he did it was certainly interesting. Especially how he said everything just above a whisper.

"So Birdie, what brings you here?" It was an obviously stupid question- most people that were in the coffee shop didn't have anything to shield themselves from the rain with. But Gilbert couldn't help it, he liked hearing the indigo-eyed boy talk, as weird as that sounds.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, "U-um... if you don't mind me asking," He was still looking around the room, refusing to meet the albino's red eyes. "... why do you keep calling me 'Birdie'?" This time, it was Gilbert who raised an eyebrow,

"Because it's your name. Duh." Matthew furrowed his eyebrows, giving Gilbert an unimpressed stare.

"No it's not." Matthew said, resisting the urge to hit the albino.

"... huh?" The German said lamely. Matthew sighed, finally meeting Gilbert's eyes,

"'Birdie' is not my name." He said again. "Not even close." He added. Gilbert scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Of course it's your name! I wouldn't just call you 'Birdie' for no fucking reason." This kid was probably just messing with him. He knew his name. He heard him say it at the movie theater. He wasn't stupid.

"I think I would know my own name, thank you." He was getting severely annoyed as the argument went on; he was even getting some sort of weak glare. But it was barely visible. "My name is Matthew. Not 'Birdie', in case you wanted to call me by my real name." He picked up his book on polar bears and carefully put it in a bag by his feet. He then picked up his empty cup of hot chocolate(it said so on the side), and tossed it in the rubbish bin before picking up his bag.

"Wait!" Gilbert grabbed his sleeve, causing the blond; 'Matthew' to turn around and blink in surprise. "Matthew, right?" Matthew hesitantly nodded, not sure where this was leading. "You can't leave in weather like this with no umbrella, right?" Gilbert smirked as Matthew nodded again, "Well, sit down then! Wouldn't want your books to get ruined, right? Here, I'll even get ya another hot chocolate!"

"W-well... I guess so." The Canadian said(more like whispered), and sat back down, placing his bag beside his chair. Gilbert smirked triumphantly. He knew it, he was irresistible.

"Stay there! I'll get you another one now!"

"W-wait! You-you really don't have to. I mean I'm fine with-" Matthew tried to protest, but the albino simply waved him off with a smirk.

"Nope, too bad Mattie! I'm practically already there! Kesesese~" Gilbert's smirked doubled in size at how red the blonds face was getting, it was probably from all the stares the two were getting- not that Gilbert himself cared, he was fucking loving it on the contrary. But he could just tell Matthew didn't like the attention.

While the German waited for the new cup of hot chocolate, he couldn't help but wonder just why he wanted to stay with Matthew. It was hard to ignore the uncomfortable pang in his heart- probably guilt- when he found out that he had gotten his name wrong. Hell, he wasn't even close! But Birdie fit him so well... Anyways, guilt was probably it.

"Sir? Sir?" Gilbert was snapped out of his thoughts; he turned his eyes from the shy blond and to the barista. "Here's your hot chocolate sir." Gilbert took it from the girl with a wink,

"Thanks babe," The girl just rolled her eye's and continued to help other customers. "One hot chocolate!" Gilbert said, sliding back into the chair across from Matthew, who was nervously looking around the room again.

"You really didn't have to..." He made eye contact again; he loved it when Matthew did that, even though they've only met a few times.

"But I did, so you better drink it and enjoy it." Gilbert said jokingly, handing the drink to Matthew, who, once again, hesitantly took it.

Damn, why the hell is this kid so shy?

He looked at it, causing Gilbert to chuckle, "Don't worry, Mattie, I didn't poison it or anything, scouts honor." That got a small smile out of him as he took a sip, recoiling because it was too hot.

"Another nickname, huh?" Matthew asked after a moment of silence. "At least this one has something to do with my real name..." He joked, his smile becoming bigger. Gilbert couldn't help but stare. He didn't think that Matthew would even talk, let alone make jokes. He must have noticed Gilbert's stares, because as soon as he looked back at the German, he practically had a meltdown of apologize.

"I-I mean- I'm not m-making fun of you or anything! Really, I h-hope it d-didn't sound mean or anything! Oh maple! I-I'm sorry-" He was cut off my Gilbert's hissing laugh; he stared at the albino dumbfounded. His indigo eye's wide with worry that he might of offended Gilbert, which was quite the opposite.

"You're fucking hilarious, Mattie! Seriously, a riot!" He was now clutching his stomach. Matthew looked around the room with worry in his eyes, probably worried people were starring. Not to mention he was lost for words. A few moments later Gilbert had finally calmed himself down to a few giggles once in awhile. "Aw man, Mattie, your fuckin' awesome- not as much as me, but with my help we could get you somewhere close to that level."

Matthew's face turned red once again. Gilbert smirked at this; yup this kid was fuckin' awesome.


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