Hello my mein wartvoll readers. (My precious). I am sorry for taking so long. I've been so busy with school and colorguard. We had our first competition on Saturday and during warm ups I hit myself in the nose with my flag doing a toss. I was still able to do the show, but needless to say my nose is currently quite bruised. Yesterday I had a cosplay meet up with my friends at Dark Galaxy Cosplay and I proposed to a Canada as Prussia. I will soon be uploading the video to youtube under the title of PruCan proposal 9-16-12. Please go look it up. Anyway, I'm going ot shut up and get on with the story which I'm sure you are all excited to read.

Chapter XIV, Enjoy :)

Chapter XIV

Gilbert's POV

I leave Birdie's house and drive back home. When I get there, I head inside and find Lud and mein Großervater reading in the living room.

"Hey, I'm home," I say, when neither of them seem to notice mein awesome presence. That sometimes happens when they get really into whatever book their reading. They both look up at the sound of mein voice.

"Oh Hallo Gilbert. Why are you home so late? You missed dinner. There's some leftovers in the fridge if you want them," Mein Großervater says.

"Oh, sorry, I got invited to stay for dinner at Matthew's house. I guess I forgot to tell you," I say, scratching he back of my head.

"That's fine. Just make you to tell me next time," he tells me, looking back down at his book.

"Okay, will do, Vatti," I reply and head up to my bedroom.

When I get there, I kick off my shoes and decide to just go to bed, as it's late and I'm tired.

I head to the bathroom with a pair of pajama pants. I take a quick shower and brush my teeth before heading back to my room. I put out some food for Gilbird and turn off my lights before crawling into bed.

I lay under my blankets for a bit, listening to the sounds of Lud and Vatti getting ready for bed. My head is filled with thoughts of mein Birdie.

Now that I know about him hurting so much, I want to help him even more than before. I need to think of a way to keep him from getting bullied and teased. I also need to help him stop cutting. I can't just let it continue on like it has been. I would be beyond unawesome if I just let things continue with how they are now.

I'm going to help Birdie with this no matter what. He's too awesome and way too precious to me to be hurting like he is. Well, whatever I do, I'll worry about it tomorrow. The awesome me needs his awesome sleep. My awesoemness needs rest, or else it won't be nearly at its normal levels of awesome.

I end up drifting off with thoughts of only mein wertvoll liebe on my mind.

~Time skip to Monday~

Matthew's POV

I wake up Monday morning to my phone ringing from my side table. I sit up and grope around for my glasses. Finding them after a moment of searching, I put them on before looking at my phone's screen. Gilbert must have put his number in my phone when I wasn't paying attention.

From: The Awesomest Boyfriend Ever

Hey Birdie, thought you could use an awesome

wake up call from the awesome me. :D Also,

wondering if you wanted a ride to school.

Txt me back if you do. Love you.

I smile at Gil's use of cute little emoticons. He acts like such a little kid sometimes. I can't help the smile that spreads on my lips. Despite his childishness, I find myself so in love with him. He's already done so much more for me than I could ever hope to repay. I just hope that he remembers me for longer than a week. I have this feeling in my heart, though, that he won't forget me. I can't explain it; I just pray that it is true.

I realize that Gil's probably waiting for a reply. I quickly send one and get out of bed to take a shower before Alfred gets to the bathroom. He always uses all the hot water whenever he gets there first.

From: Mein Adorable Birdie (This is the text sent to Gilbert)

I'd love to get a ride from you. Just so long as it's

not too much trouble or anything.

I get into the shower, gently taking off my bandages so that I can wash my cuts. When I get out I almost get my razor out of it's hiding spot before I stop. I shouldn't cut. I made a promise to Gil that I wouldn't, and I can't betray his trust.

I instead rebandage my arms with fresh bandages and some Neosporin. I dry off and go back to my room. I get dressed in the outfit that I got with Gilbert at the mall; my papa did the laundry yesterday, so it all got clean. Dad didn't actually react all that badly to me having them. He even offered to get out his old punk stuff so that we can see if any of it fits me. He said he's fine if I want to dress like that so long as I don't start acting all rebellious and like a delinquent.

After getting dressed, I grab my phone and iPod out of their chargers and pack my sketchbook and all my other stuff into my backpack.

I head down to the kitchen and see Arthur drinking his morning tea and reading the newspaper. Francis is making breakfast as per usual.

He smiles and says, "Bon Matin mon petite Mattieu. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Oui papa, I didn't have any nightmares last night," I say, smiling and feeling lighter than I have for a longtime. I haven't had my nightmare once since I met Gilbert. I think that the light feeling is from that and the fact that I didn't cut. Since I didn't cut this morning, I don't have that guilt weighing me down like I normally do.

"That's wonderful mon cher! It's been so long since you haven't had those night terrors to trouble you. Isn't that right, Arthur?" he says, turning to Arthur.

Arthur looks up and smiles, "Indeed, it has been sometime. I'm happy that they're getting better."

I smile. "Merci, Dad. I'm really happy about it, too. Oh, Gil is giving me a ride to school. Just letting you know. Is that okay?"

They share a look and smile. Francis turns back to me and says, "That is fine. Just make sure that you're being safe."

I beam and hug him. "Merci, Papa!"

I then sit down at the table and quickly eat the crêpes that Francis places before me. I wash my plate off and put it away once I'm done. Just as I put the dish away, there's a knock at the door.

"That must be Gilbert. I'll see you both after school," I tell Francis and Arthur, giving them each a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before grabbing my school bag and heading out of the kitchen.

Third Person POV

Francis sighs as he watches his youngest son race out of the room with more enthusiasm then he's shown for anything in the longest time.

"It's so wonderful to see him happy again," he says with a gentle smile.

"It's that boy he introduced us to the other night. He's helped Matthew more in two days then either of us could in ten years," Arthur replies, a hint of melancholy in his voice. Francis hears the melancholy and goes up to Arthur.

Wrapping his arms around his partner, he says, "Do not let it bother you, mon petite Lapin. We are merely not the right ones who could help him with the pains of his past. This Gilbert is the one who was destined to help him. All we can do is offer our love and support to him as he heals. He knows that we both love him dearly and that we will always be here for him no matter what. So do not let it bother you, oui?"

Arthur sighs and says, "I guess you're right love. I just always worry if we're doing something wrong."

"Don't worry about it, mon amour. You are a wonderful father to both of our sons," Francis assures him with a kiss on his temple.

Matthew's POV

As I run to the door, I pass Alfred coming down the stairs. I don't want to dwell on what happened on Saturday. He refused to talk to me all day yesterday. I just want him to accept that Gilbert makes me happy.

"I'll see you at school, Al. I'm getting a ride from Gil so I'm not taking the bus," I call to him as I hurry past. I swear I see a flash of anger in his eyes before I rush to the door.

I open it and see Gil waiting for me. He smiles at me and opens his arms for a hug. I practically fly into them and say, "Bon Matin, Gil."

Gil laughs and arches an eyebrow, saying, "I'm going to assume that whatever you just said is a good thing?"

I blush, "I'm sorry. Sometimes I slip into French when I'm in a really good mood," I explain.

"Kesesesese I bet that I'm responsible for that awesomely good mood, and don't worry. I think that it's really cute when you speak French," he says, chuckling.

I blush a deep red, embarrassed, burying my face into his chest. I can feel his chest shake as he laughs more, and I feel him place a kiss on the top of my head.

"You are too cute, Birdie. Now come on, we gotta get to school. I wanna introduce you to some of my friends before classes start," he says, and we get into his car.

Gilbert's POV

We spend the car ride to school talking about what we did on Sunday. I spent the day unpacking with Ludwig and Vatti. Birdie tells me that he spent the day working on his painting for the school's art show. He said he's having a hard time thinking of something to paint. He did say, though, that he got some inspiration yesterday and started to map out the idea.

I tell him that I think that's awesome and I'm gonna be there to support him at the art show. When I tell him that, his face lights up with joy and he tells me he'll do the same for me with my song.

It makes my heart feel all warm and fuzzy to know that I'm the one who can make him be so happy. I want his smile to always be on his face. I hope that I can help it to appear more often and to stay longer.

With us talking, the drive to school seems to take no more then a few minutes. It's like no time passed by at all.

When we arrive, he seems to get tense. Probably because he's worried about running into Ivan, who he told me on Friday night bullies him a lot.

I put my arm around his shoulder and assure him, "Don't worry Birdie. I'm not gonna let you get shoved into your locker again. Come on, I wanna introduce you to those friends I told you about earlier."

He smiles at me gratefully. We get out of the car and head into school.

"Hey Gil, can we stop by my locker before we meet your friends?" Birdie asks.

"Sure, Birdie," I say, and we head in the direction of the spot here we first met on Friday morning. I'm happy to see that the profanity that was there on Friday is now gone.

Birdie quickly puts in his combination and switches out his notebooks. Once he's done, we head towards my locker, which is right next to Antonio and Lovino's.

We know we're getting close when we hear rapid curses in Italian being aimed at a Spaniard who is grinning stupidly at the Italian who is yelling said curses at him.

"But Lovi, You're just so cute! I can't help but want to hug you," Antonio practically whines, unfazed by the profanities being spewed at him.

"That does not mean you can just touch me whenever the hell you want, you fucking tomato bastard!" Lovino screams back in his face.

"Yo! As entertaining as your guys' little lovers quarrel is to watch, the awesome me has someone who I want to introduce you two, so shut up and pay attention," I say, awesomely cutting into the conversation.

They both stop, and, ignoring the scowl I receive from Lovino, I awesomely continue. I pull Birdie in front of me.

"This is mein awesome boyfriend," I announce proudly.

They both take one look at Birdie.

"You're dating Alfred? I though you said you though he was too stuck up for you, Gil," Antonio says, looking at me confused.

I face palm at Antonio's stupidity.

"Toni, this isn't Alfred. It's his kliener Bruder, his little brother, Matthew. He's nothing like that arshloche. He's way more awesome," I explain to him slowly.

Lovino just stays quiet, watching Birdie carefully.

"Is he forcing you to do this?" he suddenly asks Birdie.

Birdie looks surprised. He quickly shakes his head no.

"Oh, no no no. Gil isn't forcing me to do anything. He's a really great boyfriend, and he treats me really well. He makes me very happy," he corrects.

I smile softly at him and hug him, saying, "I'm glad that I can make you so happy, Birdie."

I plant a kiss on Birdie's cheek, making him blush deep red. I laugh quietly. Birdie is so damn cute when he blushes.

Antonio and Lovino seem to like Matthew as we talk, waiting for the bell for class to ring. Once it does, we say our goodbyes to Antonio and Lovino and head of to our history class.

~Time skip to Matthew's Art Class~

Matthew's POV

I walk into the art room and giggle when I see that Romulus is once again asleep at his desk.

"Mr. Vargas, wake up!" I call gently, making him wake with a start. He shakes his head and smiles.

"Ah! Buon Giorno Matteo!" he says cheerfully

"Bonjour, Monsieur Vargas," I reply.

"How are you on your piece for the art show? You have three more weeks before the show, so I hope that you have it started at least," He says.

I nod my head. "Oui, I do. I actually decided to change my original idea and do something else."

"Alright, Matteo, just make sure that you can finish it before the show. I'm quite excited to see what you come up with," he replies.

I smile. "Merci. I'll do my best not to disappoint you."

"I'm sure that you won't disappoint me. You always do have such wonderful art pieces," he says, and I go to my seat and pull out my sketchbook to start working on the composition of my painting. I want to figure out exactly how it will look before I start to put it down on canvas.

Yesterday, I was trying to think of something to add to my original picture, the polar bear in the snow, when I got inspiration from thinking of Gilbert. He's done so much for me already and is trying so hard to save me from my cutting. I want for my painting to show everyone just how grateful I am to Gilbert and how much I love him.

I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna show all that through one painting. I'll just have to do my best, keep my fingers crossed, and hope that it's going to be enough.

A/N: There it is Chapter XIV (14). I really hope that you guys enjoy it even though it's just a filler. I promise that the next one is going to have something huge in it that may very well make you all want to murder me. However I must ask you to please not murder me for if you do that I won't be able to write the end of the story. So please refrain from killing me till after I finish the story.

As Always I am Great ful to every review that you guys send me so please send me morel. I've decided that reviewers 125and 150 will both get one shots of any pairing. I will have to say that I won't write the pairings AmericaxCanada, Germany Prussia(Unless they are not brothers or its just brotherly love),RussiaxUkraine, RussiaxBelarus, RussiaxAny Baltic state, or ItalyxRomano. Basically any sibling pairings and RussiaxBaltics. I can't write for them. So review, review.

Here again is a word from my lovely Beta readerSakura414 who recently finished her own fan fiction titled Selective about a Selectively Mute Ciel and his loving Boyfriend Sebastion. It is a fantastic story and I definitely recommend it to any Black Butler fans out there.:

Aaaaaand this would be why I love Wolf-chan so dearly. :) But yes, it would make me the happiest beta in the world if you would do that, or even if you would just take five seconds to read about selective mutism on wikipedia. (And if you happen to be selectively mute, I send you all of my love and hugs, because I know how horrible it is.) Anyway, as always, on behalf of myself and Wolfen Artist of Hetalia, thank you for reading!

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Translations:

German-

Mein Großervater- my grandfather

Vatti-dad

Mein wertvoll liebe-my precious love

Kliener bruder-little brother\

Arshloche-asshole

French-

Bon matin mon petite Mattieu- good morning my little matthew

Mon cher-my dear

Merci-thanks

Mon petite lapin-my little rabbit

Mon amour-my love

Bonjour monsieur Vargas-hello Mr. Vargas

Italian-

Buon giorno-good morning

Matteo-Matthew

Until next time mein lieblings.

Wolf-chan out.