Warning: Swearing...possible fluff...and Romano. Lol. Please Read the A/N!

-Gilbert's POV-

One minute I was talking to Antonio and the next I was being pushed on the ground by his feisty little Italian demanding "answers" as he put it. As much as I hate to admit it Romano is strong, not as strong as the awesome me, but if I had hurt Romano in any way, shape, or form, Antonio would have my ass. So I just laid there and took all of the profanities and punches that Romano threw at me. I totally could have taken Romano, but….he was my best friend's boyfriend…if I so much as lifted a hand to Romano or Feliciano I have become an enemy to the Spanish Armada. I didn't really want that. It's better to see a happy Antonio, because with a mad Antonio…well let's just say that even Romano doesn't mess with an angry Toni.

It took Ludwig, Matthew, and Antonio to pry Romano off of me (along with Feliciano screaming and begging for his brother to stop hurting me).

"Okay potato bastard I want to know why the fucking hell you have Matthew?!" Romano finally shouted after being pried off of me.

After explaining to everyone…yes even Matthew… the situation (excluding the part about me loving him), and that we were all going to talk to Francis, Romano finally stopped trying to murder me.

The entire explanation I could not look Matthew in the eyes. When I finally did Matthew…oh god…he looked so happy. How could I hurt him by keeping him from his 'papa'?

The answer was simple…I couldn't.

I decided then, that if Matthew really wanted to go with Francis…I wouldn't stop him. Even if it killed me inside.

-Matthew's POV-

Gilbert knew my father! This is wonderful news! I get to go home!

I get to go home…

That means no more Gilbert.

I will never see Gilbert again.

Wait, why do I care. HE BOUGHT ME!

He did save me from Arthur…..but he beat me himself….he was concerned for my well-being…but who's to say he won't beat me again?

Damnit! I finally have a shot to go home and now I don't want to! Ughhhhhh this is all so confusing and it's making me feel like a girl!

After everyone went to bed I walked across the deck to Gilbert's quarters. As I opened the door I saw Gilbert standing there, about to put on a shirt when he turned to look at me. I felt blood immediately rush to my face….and other places. I mean come on…he looked like a god and the way the moonlight hit his pale well-toned chest would make anyone melt. He looked like he was sculpted by the most finest of artists….wait no that's not right…because no artist could have sculpted a more beautiful and perfect body as the one and only Captain Gilbert Beilshmidt. Man that did sound corny, but the way that Gilbert looked in that moment was so perfect and…dare I say it….sexy. He didn't look like the blood thirsty pirate I antagonized him to be. His cherry-red eyes laid on my eyes.

"Hey birdie." He said in a normal voice as if he wasn't standing there half-naked making my heart beat in my ears.

"W-w-we need t-to talk." I said, stupidly trying not to stutter.

He quickly put on the white puffy shirt and turned to look at me. He sat on his bed and gestured for me to come sit next to him.

I quickly walked across the room and sat next to him.

"So what do you want to talk about, birdie?" he asked me flashing that award winning smile.

I looked into his eyes and stared at him. His silverish-white hair that was so beautiful, he was unusual to society. I wonder if his albinism is the reason he stays out at sea and doesn't dock very often. Focus Matthew focus!

"I-I-I really l-l-l-like you." I said stuttering, blushing at what I just said.

You know what screw this! I know that if he rejects me I am going to probably lose my mind…but if I am going to tell him I have a crush on him….I am going to do this right.

"The first time we met, you saved me from getting beaten by Arthur. Then I found out I was going to become your personal slave. I dreaded the damn idea from the start. I didn't want to be your slave. That's why I ran the first chance I got. Then you…you…beat me. You cut my feet! You whipped my back…my body." Gilbert seemed to flinch when I mentioned my beating

"But you healed my wounds. Then you kissed me. I am so confused I don't know what to think. I just know that…I am so happy to be going home to papa…you don't know how overjoyed I am to see my papa again…I am so glad you're letting me see him…but I also know that I am going to feel empty without you. I don't know what to do. I am going to miss you. I really think…I really like you and more than a friend. I know I like you more than a slave should like a master. And I just-" I stopped because I ran out of words to say. So I finished with my actions.

You know what they say actions speak louder than words.

I reached up and pressed my soft lips against his. He immediately melted into the kiss and started licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I obliged and opened my mouth. His tongue seemed to explore my mouth, as I did the same to him. He laid me down on his bed, his mouth moved down my neck as he started to leave his love bites. He stopped and stared at me.

"Birdie…Matthew…I love you. Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy I love you. If you want to leave with your father…no matter how much it pains me…your free to leave with him I won't stop you. If you want to stay here with me…you won't be a slave. I will grant you the freedom you so rightly deserve, and you can stay on my ship forever. I don't care how it looks to others. I love you. I really love you. Ich liebe dich, birdie!"

He started to kiss me again, gently. When we separated for breath I told him.

"Je t'aime ... Gilbert''

I guess he knew what that meant because he held me down as he straddled my waist. He started to pry open my shirt and lay more love bites. His hot mouth, sucking, biting, all over my cool bare chest. My chest seemed to be a canvas he was painting with his mouth. I couldn't stop myself from moaning in pleasure. Wait…wait we can't do this. We can't do this not now!

"Gilbert! Wait we can't do this…not right now. What will my papa think when he sees these marks. He might think they are bruises and not love marks!" I said, heat rushing to my face.

"Can we just wait a little while longer?" I asked him hoping he will say yes.

I didn't want to take it any further that night. He looked at me, and he seemed to understand.

He slowly got off of my waist and he seemed disappointed. He looked at me and said:

"Mattie, I promise we can wait as long as you want. Although I think maybe you should sleep in the servants' quarters, it's really only just you and Feli tonight anyway, and I honestly don't know if I can control myself if you sleep next to me" He said with a hungry look in his eyes.

I blushed at what he was saying to me.

"What, birdie? Did I make you blush? I seem to do that a lot, huh? Come on, I will show you to the servants' quarters." Gilbert said, as he stood up, holding out his hand to me. I took his hand and stood up beside him.

We both walked out across the deck, the moonlight glistening above us. It seemed to be like a scene in one of those ghastly romance novels papa kept in his library. Everything seemed to be so perfect. The waves gently rocked the boat, the breeze was gentle, not too cold, but enough to blow back Gilbert's hair. I wish we could have just sat down on the deck, Gilbert held me in his arms and I would fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Damn, I really have been reading too much of papa's books!

Life is not a novel. We walked across the deck and took some turns here and there, and all too soon we were in front of a door. Gilbert opened the door to a room that had about ten beds, all neatly made, except for a bed in the corner which I am guessing is Feliciano's (just a hunch).

"Most of the other crew are out and about on the town and will probably stay at an inn somewhere, and it seems Feli is going to be bunking with my brother tonight. I apologize for any noise they make in advance." Gilbert said casually.

Of course, me being…well me, I blushed at what he was insinuating.

"Kesesesese, see I made you blush again." Gilbert said with a wild smirk.

"Goodnight, birdie. I will see you tomorrow, and you will see the awesome me and your father, everything is going to be fine birdie. Ich liebe dich, Matthew." Gilbert told me as he kissed me softly and sweetly on the lips, before leaving back to his quarters.

I settled down in one of the beds, and closed my eyes to fall asleep. Little did I know I wouldn't sleep for long.

To be continued in the next chapter…..

A/N:

Okay please don't hate me everyone, but I am not going to be able to update until Monday or Tuesday. I am so sorry I have been really busy lately. I just took driver's ed (passed it! yayy!), but now I am going with my dad on vacation. If I was going with my mom I would totally update, but it's with my dad and he doesn't trust me with computers for some odd reason. I hope you can all forgive me. I want to thank all of my dedicated readers for reading this long note and for reading with this story. Sorry I ended this chapter (of course there will be more chapters!) on a cliffhanger, originally this is not where the chapter was supposed to end...but I really need sleep because I have to wake up super early this morning...so yeah. Goodnight everyone (or good morning depending on when you are reading this)! Thank you for taking your time to read this...please review. This story is about to get a bit more interesting...I (hope) promise. Lol. Thank you.

-Zen4365