Ivan walked up the stairs that led to the bell tower. He had a huge smile on his face, sunflowers in his arms, and a basket with dinner in one hand. "Ah, I hope Matvey will like what I bought him for dinner," He said to himself.
The moment he stood on the landing where he and the others lived, he knew something was wrong. Matthew was neither sitting working on his dolls, which had been left out, nor was he any where in sight.
"Matvey?" Ivan called out. No reply. He set the basket and sunflowers on the table beside the dolls and scanned the room. No sign of Matthew.
Laughter filled the space and rebounded off the bells, startling Ivan. He looked up and saw Matthew showing someone around. The other person, a blonde, laughed again at something Matthew said.
"This is Big Marie," Matthew smiled, rubbing one hand over the largest bell in the cathedral.
"You take care of all these by yourself?" the other blonde asked incredulously.
"No, Ivan and Ms. Eliza help," Matthew spread his arms out and walked across a beam. "Gilbert helps sometimes when Papa lets him off his shift early. So, its not often." He suddenly turned around and walked back to the blonde. "Arthur, I have still have to show you the best thing about this place!"
Ivan raised on eyebrow. "He must be the cross dresser from earlier," He thought to himself.
Matthew and Arthur disappeared and Ivan walked up the stairs to where the other to had just been.
He glared at Arthur from his spot above them. The two had moved to one of the walkways on the roof. He growled when Arthur hugged Matthew but he couldn't hear what they were saying. "Ivan, what the hell are you doing?" Gilbert asked appearing below Ivan. He left his sword and armour on a table and looked up at the Russian. Eliza, who had come in right after Gilbert, also looked up at the man. Ivan shushed them and pointed at the duo below him.
"Is that the cross dresser from earlier?" Eliza asked. Ivan nodded and the two ran up the stairs so they could watch the two with Ivan.
Ivan bit his lip, "They have been talking for almost an hour. He and Matvey are close it seems." Almost as if on cue, Arthur took a hold of Matthew's hand and started tracing the lines on his hands. Ivan and Gilbert both growled while Eliza smiled.
Arthur said something and Matthew jumped up, blushing and stuttering. "What did he say?" Gilbert hissed.
"Francis' nose is long and he wears a dress?" Ivan suggested. The other two tried to suppress the laughter. They turned away from the two blondes below them and smiled. "What are you doing back here, Ms. Eliza?"
Eliza smiled and leaned forward. "I decided that Matthew needed me more that Roderich did," She sighed and looked down at the blonde in question. "What is Matthew doing?"
The others looked back down at the two and saw Matthew standing on a gargoyle with Arthur on the one beside him. "Birdie isn't going to jump, is he?" Gilbert asked, standing up.
Matthew jumped off.
The trio didn't wait to see what happened next; they dashed down the stairs and ran to the edge of the landing. Eliza almost fell over the edge when she slammed against it. "Matthew!" She screamed. She couldn't see Matthew or Arthur. Gilbert grabbed her waist and pulled her back.
"Eliza, calm down!" He yelled. She stared at him.
"Matthew just jumped off the cathedral!" She gripped Gilbert's shirt. Ivan pulled them apart. They both glared at the taller Russian.
"Matvey is fine. Look," He pointed down and the others peered over the edge. Matthew was hiding behind a statue with Arthur right beside him.
"Oh, thank God," Eliza exhaled. She suddenly stood up straight and looked at the two men. "Why in the world did you teach him how to do that?"
"It was either that or have Ivan teach him how to kill a man twice his size with his bare hands," Gilbert yelled. The two started fighting again while Ivan sighed.
His attention was stolen when someone in gold armour walked through the door. The man smiled at the Russian and made a b-line for him. Ivan tapped his two fighting comrades on the shoulders. Gilbert turned and glared.
"What?" He snapped. Ivan pointed at the man walking towards him. Eliza let go of Gilbert's hair and straightened her dress.
"Hello, can we help you?" She asked, smiling. The blonde smiled back and extended his hand.
"Yes, I'm Captain Alfred Jones," He shook each of their hands in turn.
"I'm Elizaveta Edelriech."
"Gilbert Beilschmidt."
"Ivan Braginski."
"It's a pleasure," Captain Alfred stated. " Can you guys help me find someone?"
"We will try our best," Eliza said.
"I'm looking for a gypsy, the cross-dressing one who caused problems earlier at the festival. Have you seen him?" Alfred asked. Everyone paused.
"Why?" Gilbert asked. He felt his hand twitch towards the small dagger he kept in his boot. Eliza grabbed his wrist in warning.
"I mean him no harm," Alfred shrugged. "I just want to talk to him."
"I request that you leave!" Someone yelled from behind them. They all looked and saw Matthew stepping back onto the cathedral roof. Eliza ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. Matthew hugged back but glared at Alfred. "Please, sir, I request that you leave this area. You are welcome in the nave but this area is off limits."
"Can you just tell me where-" Alfred started but Ivan grabbed his arm, silencing him.
"I suggest you leave," He smiled and the temperature of the air around him seemed to cool drastically.
Alfred wrenched his arm out of the Russian's grasp. "Okay, I'll leave," He all but pouted. He turned and walked away from the group. "Tell Arthur that he is lucky." The blonde adjusted his glasses.
"Why?" Matthew asked, his glare lessening.
"To have a friend like you," Alfred smirked and left. It was quiet for a moment then Gilbert spoke up.
"You were kind of scary, Birdie," He laughed. Matthew blushed as the other two joined in.
A/N
Woah, I haven't updated in a really long time, almost a month…. Sorry about that…
Here is another chapter, this time from the trio's view.
Please review, they help me write and I love to hear what you guys think.
