The next couple hours seemed to drag on, but he finally made it to lunch. He sat next to Gilbert inside, a few other kids he still wasn't very comfortable around talking over one another. Gilbert was one of the ones talking but when he noticed Matthew wasn't eating, he stopped to focus on him. "You're not eating again, Birdie?"

He shrugged and stared at his untouched sandwich. "Not hungry," he said. One of the bad things about sitting inside the cafeteria was he could barely hear himself speak. But somehow Gilbert almost always managed to hear his soft voice.

"You haven't eaten lunch for a whole week, are you sure you're okay?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said and ate a baby carrot just to prove it, "See?"

Gilbert frowned and looked like he was about to say something else when arms wrapped around him from behind and a voice giggled.

"I didn't know we had the same lunch! Now we can eat and spend all our time together!" The giggly voice belonged to none other than Natalia.

She let him go after nearly hugging him to death. Gilbert turned to look at her with a sigh. "Talia-"

"Natalia," she corrected quickly before she softened, "Unless that's a cute nickname for me, then I love it! I like anything you like."

"Right, um, like I said earlier, I already have someone I'm with and I'm not leaving him for you," Gilbert stated, leaning slightly away from her.

"But we belong together," Natalia protested and glared at Matthew. She looked like she was about to cut him with a plastic fork and he sunk away from her.

"No, if you touch a hair on his head, I will hurt you. And I don't care if you are a girl, it will be assisted self defense," Gilbert reasoned and stood up to prove his point and intimidate her. Matthew noticed that the whole table was watching by now. Some looked confused while others had an 'oh shit' look.

"But we belong together. We can become one with each other!" she said, grabbing hold of his hand.

"Natalia, nein. We don't belong together. If we did, I wouldn't be dating Birdie," Gilbert told her and pried her hand off.

"Only if you weren't dating him," she repeated thoughtfully and stared Matthew down. Maybe she really was about to stab him. But with a real knife. She looked like the kind of girl that secretly carried a knife around. "Fine, I'll take care of that," she said and turned around, walking away with purpose.

"Wait, that's not what I meant!" he yelled after her, but she didn't seem to hear, "Oh Gott," he muttered and sat back down, "what is she going to do?"

Matthew shook his head and stared at the table. Take care of him? Did that mean kill him? Because she seemed perfectly capable of doing something like that and the thought made him nervous.

Gilbert noticed and wrapped his arms around him as if to protect him. "It'll be okay, Birdie," he soothed and pushed some hair out of his eyes, "she'll understand soon and this will all be over." He nodded minutely before Gilbert added, "and we'll all live happily ever after."

He didn't know exactly why that sentence affected him, but it did. His blood ran cold and he forcefully pushed Gilbert away from him. Gilbert let go in surprise and didn't have time to say anything before Matthew stalked away. He took deep breaths as he walked down the nearly empty hall, everyone in class or lunch. He walked into the bathroom, shaking.

Just why did Gilbert have to say that? Nothing good ever came out of a phrase like that. This wasn't some kind of fairy tale. If anything, this was a nightmare he could never wake up from. He sucked in a breath and tried to steady himself, but the thoughts racing through his head made him lean heavily against the wall for support. He kept thinking about how Gilbert had just ruined everything with one sentence. How whenever that was said, the opposite happened. It took him the rest of the lunch period to calm himself down and begin to think that he overreacted. He needed to apologize to Gilbert for pushing him and leaving him. He probably didn't realize what he said.

So he waited in 6th hour for Gilbert to arrive. He came in before the late bell and looked almost unsure of himself. He looked over to where Matthew waited in his seat before walking to him.

"Birdie..." he started like he was about to speak then frowned and looked down.

"Gil, I-I'm sorry," he said softly and Gilbert met his eyes, "I shouldn't h-have done that."

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"You said that we'd live happily ever after," Matthew said even quieter.

"You don't want that?" Gilbert asked, still clearly confused at what he meant.

"N-No, I just mean... it's like a jinx. It's unrealistic. I-I overreacted though," he tried to explain what he didn't quite understand himself.

"Okay," Gilbert nodded, "Sorry Birdie, I didn't know. I just like how American fairy tales end. Nothing like the German ones. Like in Ashenputtel where the step- sisters cut off a toe or a heel to fit into the shoe to become a princess. But since they lied and treated Ashenputtel so badly, a couple of birds pecked their eyes out at the wedding. Not a very happy ending there," he paused and shrugged, "I guess I just like happy endings." He finished saying and promptly went to his seat.

Matthew blinked and thought about what he said. Of course most people liked happy endings. They didn't want someone they love to die or leave. But sometimes, for lack of better description, shit happens. So Matthew didn't quite believe in happy endings. He used to think that someday things would get better, and he'd get his happy ending, but he'd given up that hope long ago.

If he really thought about it, Gilbert was the only thing to keep him from going. 'Going where?' Someone might ask if he told them. He wasn't sure exactly. Heaven? Hell? The void? Or some other place where things might be better. He didn't know. But the point was that Gilbert was keeping him here.

And the guy believed in happy endings. Well, Matthew would try not to disappoint him.

Try.

He didn't exactly know how it all started, but this is what he saw: A very intoxicated, very happy Gilbert on his porch. He swayed and grinned, holding up a half empty beer bottle in greeting.

"Oi, Birdie, what're ya doin' here?" he slurred happily.

"Gil..." he sighed and debated between saying "you're drunk", "what are you doing here so late?", and "this is my house, I live here". Ultimately, he chose none of those and just grabbed his arm, pulling him inside. "Just get in here," he ended up saying.

"You're the boss," Gilbert cackled and stumbled in.

"Look, Gil-"

"You look soo cute right now," Gilbert interrupted him and he blushed slightly.

"O-Oh, um, thanks..." he said and watched as he leaned against the wall for support. "What are you doing here?"

"Vistin' my favorite Birdie!" he grinned and waved the beer bottle toward him, "I brought the booze!"

"Just because it's the weekend, doesn't mean you should get drunk off your ass," Matthew sighed and grabbed it from him. Gilbert pouted and he formed a quick plan in his head. "Come to my room with me and we can share."

"Awesome!" he laughed, snatched the bottle from him and practically skipped up the stairs.

Matthew made sure the door was locked in case of anymore more drunk Gilberts and made his way up the stairs. Somehow, Gilbert had found his room and was now lying on his bed. Well, maybe he should clarify that. Gilbert was on his side, one leg propped up as well as his upper body in a suggestive pose. He smirked at Matthew in the doorway and cooed, "Biirdiieee, I'm reeaadyy."

Matthew stared in shock. Was Gilbert wanting to have sex with him!? No, of course not, it was only the beer talking. He stepped into the room and Gilbert took this as a sign to start undressing.

"No, no, no!" he gasped but Gilbert already had his shirt off. And holy hell did he have a nice body. He could only imagine what the rest looked like...

Although he didn't have to imagine as Gilbert was currently fumbling with his zipper. Matthew quickly pushed his hands away, wanting him to leave on as much clothing as possible. Gilbert just grabbed his wrists, laying back and pulling Matthew over him.

"Gilbert, you're drunk," he said, attempting to get off him and let him go to sleep, which is what his plan had been.

"You're sexy," Gilbert grinned and pulled him down enough to kiss him. Matthew knew he should pull back, but he just couldn't. Gilbert was half naked, in his room, practically begging to fuck him.

Any sane person would definitely knock some sense into him, but Matthew decided he was most definitely not sane. So he willingly kissed back, Gilbert surprisingly good while wasted. He worked his cold hands under his shirt and Matthew shivered. Said shirt was deftly slipped off and dropped on the floor. Gilbert feverishly kissed him, his hands roaming all over.

Matthew noticed much, much too late that the door to his room was still open. He didn't notice this until he heard a horrified gasp from the doorway. He sat up and looked at Alfred in shock, but not as much as was on his twin's face. "It's, um, it's not what it looks like," he said a bit breathlessly, Gilbert running his fingers greedily over his thin frame. Well, maybe it was what it looked like.

"Maybe I should... just... close this," he said, his eyes lingering a moment, before shutting the door quickly.

Gilbert immediately took his distraction to roll them over. He straddled Matthew and placed kisses down his neck, making him gasp.

"G-Gil," he blushed and pushed slightly at his chest in an attempt to push him off. But Gilbert just grabbed his small wrists in one hand and stretched his arms behind his head.

"Mm, Birdie," he purred and his other hand trailed down his body to his waist.

"Please Gil I... y-you're drunk. You'll want to remember if we did s-something like this," he said, going against all basic instincts that told him to take advantage of the situation.

"Are you sure you don't want to do this Birdie?" Gilbert asked, his fingers brushing softly over his hips and sending chills through him.

"I-I'm sure," he forced himself to say.

"Okay Birdie," he said, looking a little disappointed. He got off him and grabbed the beer that was at the end of the bed and drank some. He immediately looked happier and fell back on the bed contentedly.

He sighed and sat up. "Gil, what the hell did you do so bad that you had to drink?" he wondered aloud. He realized Gilbert was passed out already and sighed again.

He felt something vibrate and paused, his mind immediately going to some kind of toy Gilbert may have brought with him, but no, it was just Gilbert's phone. He debated whether to look at it. It could be important. Some one could be trying to find him. He convinced himself enough to take the phone out of Gilbert's pants pocket.

Thankfully, he didn't have a password lock on his phone, so it immediately opened up. He tapped on a text under the contact name "Luddy" and read the text.

Where are you? Answer your phone!

Matthew noticed there was a couple missed calls and it took him a moment to realize that this was Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother.

Hi, this is Matthew. Gilbert showed up at my house drunk and passed out.

I'm sorry about this. Could you let him stay over?

Sure. But if I may ask, why is he drunk?

I'm not sure. Usually he doesn't get very drunk. Maybe ask him when he wakes up in the morning? If he even remembers anything.

Okay thanks, I will.

He set Gilbert's phone down on his nightstand and looked at him. What could have happened? Did someone in his family die? No, that couldn't be it. Ludwig would probably be drunk too. Maybe it had something to do with earlier that day. Maybe what happened at lunch?

He sighed and put his shirt back on then got into bed, where he was before this all happened. He pulled the blankets over Gilbert and himself, turned away from him, and soon fell asleep.

So I feel pretty stupid... I always wondered how to get the divider line thing up and while I was fixing this thing up, I accidentally clicked on it and bam, found it! But let's pretend I knew this all along but was too cool to use it. Yeah... Anyways! The title refers to the fairy tales, not that this is the end. I plan on maybe 14 chapters, I'm not sure yet, it could be longer. We still have a whole mess to fix! And what happened to Gilbert? Find out next chapter (Maybe..), which I will so graciously give you the title to: Chapter 10. Don't Cry. (I said don't cry guys!)