A/N I apologize for the shortness of this chapter... I planned on writing more, but it just didn't fit Dx No, it's still not over xD It's two chapters left after this~ So you still have something to enjoy wand wait for! So yeah. I just feel like saying that whe I wrote the last chapter, my heart kinda broke since I love Gil Dx It hurt a bit QwQ But yeah, he'll get some love later x3 Now onto this chapter! Enjoy~!

I DON'T OWN HETALA.

Chapter 14

A door opens and closes. Footsteps getting closer and something falling to the floor. When Matthew opens his eyes he stares into flowers. Not any flowers either. It's roses. Puzzled, Matthew looks up and freezes. Gilbert.

"G-Gil…" he quickly sits up, the blanket falling down to reveal his messed up clothes. He hurriedly runs a hand through his hair and fixes his glasses on the brim of his nose. "Wh-what–"

"I was supposed to come over today" the albino answers bluntly, not taking his eyes of Matthew and Francis who still sleeps, pressed against Matthew's side. "But I guess you forgot."

"Gil, I-I can explain…" Matthew tries to stand up, but Francis arm around his waist refused to let him go. Could it get worse?

"Explain what? You cheated on me, what is there to explain? I wasn't enough for you, and you know what's worse? With my best friend." Gilbert hisses between clenched teeth and Matthew could see his eyes go all watery, and he saw how the albino fisted his hands to prevent himself from shaking. "But you know what, I won't be all childish and yell, I'm much too awesome for that." He wipes his face with his sleeve, trying to keep up his composure. "I knew you didn't love me from the start, I should be prepared, shouldn't I?" He turned to leave, and Matthew began to even more desperately struggle against Francis grip. "I'm sorry Birdie… I really loved you."

"Wait!" Finally, Matthew broke loose and dashed forward to grip Gilberts wrist. "I'll explain! Really, please just don't walk away! We'll wait for Francis to wake up, and I'll explain!"

Gilbert stared at him with his piercing red eyes for a minute, before sighing and nodding. "Sure. I'll listen. I'm too awesome to leave you when you want to talk, right?" His grin was half-hearted but he still stayed.

Matthew led him to the kitchen, and telling him to stay in there while he'd wake up Francis.

It took him forty minutes, fem minutes of violent shaking the French, fifteen of getting trapped and struggling against his tempting arms, another five of punching the living daylight out and apologizing, and the last fifteen to drag him back to the kitchen.

So, forty minutes later, Francis sat, still a bit sleepy, besides Matthew at the kitchen table, across from Gilbert who stubbornly looked away.

"Quand avez Gilbert arrivé?" Francis mumbled to Matthew, still rubbing his sleepy eyes to get a clearer view.

"Il y a une heure" Matthew whispers back, nervously glancing over at Gilbert.

"Stop speaking nonsense and get to the point" Gilbert rolls his eyes, and looks at the two blonds. "If you don't mind, I've actually got stuff to do."

"Like what?" Francis couldn't help but ask, and earned a smack in the back of his head by the younger Canadian.

"Oh you know, drinking beer, bullying West, visiting Toni like someone hasn't done in months" Gilbert looked with disapproval on Francis.

"For your information I've been busy" Francis flips his hair, a challenge in his eyes.

"Cheating on your boyfriend with mine?" Gilbert snorts and looks away again.

"Gil, please!" Matthew suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "I know this isn't right, but please let me explain!"

Gilbert looked at the Canadian and sighed. "Sure, whatever you want Birdie."

"Good" Matthew smiles weakly and sits down. Francis carefully reaches out to grab his hand and intertwine their finger, the only way he can think of to comfort his boyfriend. Matthew smiles thankfully at him before looking back at Gilbert who tries really hard to look away from their fingers and stop thinking that it could be his fingers.

"Gilbert… I told you from the beginning, didn't I? That I loved someone else" Matthew started not wanting to anger him further. Gilbert simply nodded, looking away again. "You knew, and you still wanted to get together with me. I know that you tried your best, but I could never stop loving this man. I love Francis, Gilbert. I always have." Francis gives their hands a little squeeze, showing that he feels the same without using words. "But I was afraid. I was afraid of ruining something that we had, and that I would get rejected. That he wouldn't feel the same. So I tried to forget it, with getting together with you. I really cherished our relationship, but I could never return your feeling, and I was too much of a coward to confess for Francis. It wasn't even me who said it from the beginning. If Francis hadn't come yesterday, I would probably never tell him, and I'd stick with you until you realized how wrong it was, and that you could get love from somewhere else. It never would've worked out in the end, because I wasn't able to give you what you wanted… You gave me the love I wanted and craved for, but it was never enough. You where the best boyfriend I've ever had, but I want to love someone back. I'm really sorry Gilbert, I know that I did wrong, but it seemed… okay."

Tears slip between Matthew's squeezed together eye-lids, and runs down his cheeks, falling on the table staining it. Francis rubs the back of his hand with his thumb, trying to comfort him, not wanting to disturb his telling.

"I-I don't really know what to say anymore… I'm sorry Gilbert. I know you can find happiness somewhere else." He opens his eyes again, and to his surprise he sees Gilbert smiling at him.

"I know Birdie" he says softly. "I know what I did, what I threw myself into, but I really love you and wanted to be with you so bad. I'm happy that you finally found real love, a bit surprised but still. And yeah, there has to be more than someone out there wanting the awesome me!" His usual grin is back on his face and Matthew allows himself to breathe out, and smile back.

"Awesome."

*(^o^)*

Two hours and three plates of pancakes later, Gilbert leaves, happily waving to the two blonds, standing with arms around each other and waving back. The albino still fights the tears threatening to slip out, but he's determined to keep them in until he reached Antonio's house so he could cry against his shoulder.

Matthew and Francis stands in the doorway until they see Gilbert's Volkswagen disappear down the road.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Matthew leaned against the taller mans shoulder, sighing. "He's been on the verge of tears since this morning."

"He'll probably go to Antonio and cry, he always does that" Francis answers and kisses the top of his head. "He'll be fine, cher."

"Are you sure?" Matthew tilts his head so he can look up in his lovers face.

"Oui, he's awesome, right? He'll always be fine."

Matthew spins in Francis grip so he can press his chest against the other man and wrap his arms around his neck. "Right" he whispers and presses their lips together. Francis eagerly answers, licking Matthew's bottom lip, asking for permission that the other gladly grants him. Never letting Matthew go, Francis back into the house and closes the door, shutting the world out and leaving them alone to do whatever they pleases.

A/N Yeah, there'll probably be smut in next chapter, if I think it's good enough =_= yeah... so prepare for really bad smut... I don't know why I'm doing this Dx But I want to Q_Q I'm strange.