This was spur of the moment but I though this fic needed more. That, and I noticed that more people followed it than favorite it, so I decided 'why not?' and am doing this now. No idea how long it's going to be, but I hope you'll all enjoy this! (I literally have no idea what I'm doing. Help.)

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"Mattie! Close the door!" Gilbert yelled from his spot on the back of the couch. This certainly wasn't what the blonde had expected to come home to. Quickly, he turned so the groceries wouldn't get shut in the door, and closed it.

"Gil? What's going on?" He asked, bewildered.

"I was cleaning Gilbird's cage and he flew out! Help me catch him!" The tall man dove off his perch after a tiny, yellow blur that was now making his way over to the newcomer. "Get him, Mattie!"

Matthew dropped his bags and held out his hand, inviting the small creature to land. As per usual, though, Gilbird dodged his hand at the last moment to land on his head. He stood there long enough to chirp and then flew off again. "Dang! Almost had him-,"

Bang!

Mattie jumped and stumbled, diving ungracefully to the ground. Gilbert instantly ran over, fearing he had been shot. "Mattie! Are you all right?" He knelt down and checked the blonde for injuries.

"I'm fine, Gilbert." He shakily sat up after regaining his breath. "I think I just stepped on one of the bags."

The albino checked his shoe, which had some scorch marks on the bottom, and then the grocery bag. There was a small, flattened, box labeled Pop-Its on the ground next to it. "Were these going to be for tonight?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, though. I got others" Matthew stood and gathered the dropped bags. "I should put these away before anything else gets stepped on." Gilbert picked up one before the other could.

"I'll give you a hand." Together they made their way into the kitchen and put the food for that night away. The entire time, though, Gilbert kept glancing nervously in Mattie's direction. Something about him just seemed . . . off. He was too quiet. "Mattie? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Gil."

"Matt-,"

"It's nothing."

Gilbert frowned, watching him go to walk off. The Canadian never cut him off unless they were having a fight. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, not wanting this to escalate, but also knowing that it would only get worse if it was let go. Something was wrong, and he didn't know what. Was it something he did? Or someone he ran into when he was out? Had this been coming on for a while and he just hadn't noticed?

"Chirp!" Gilbird fluttered down to land next to him. Contentedly, he ruffled his feathers and made happy little noises. Looking over at his pet, Gilbert smiled slightly as he saw the little, yellow bird had perched right on top of Kumajiro. Quickly, he snapped a picture with his phone, and then grabbed the bear. Ignoring Gilbird's disgruntled squawk at having his new toy taken from him, he ran up to Mattie's retreating back, heading for their bedroom. In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around him, pressing the white bear into the blonde's chest.

"Please, Mattie. I know something's wrong. What is it?" He shifted when he felt Mattie's arms reach up to grasp Kumajiro. "If it's something I did, tell me. I need to know."

Mattie was silent for a moment, but then began shaking. Gilbert froze in shock, realizing that he was sobbing. The blonde ducked his head and buried it into his bear's soft fur. "I-It's not you." He managed to get out before spinning and pressing himself into Gilbert's chest. "You didn't do anything."

"Mattie, shh, shh. Its alright." Not exactly sure just what had happened, Gilbert rubbed his back and guided him so sit down on their bed. He held him tight and placed his head on the smaller male's, comforting him until he had calmed down enough to talk. "What's going on?"

"I just-," he dropped his head and sighed. "It's stupid."

"Not if it got you so worked up."

Matthew hugged Kumajiro tighter and seemed to curl up on himself. "I just . . . I feel like I'm living in a fairytale. Everything is perfect. We have our own house, you're amazing, my career is taking off-," he leaned his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm just scared that I'm going to wake up one day and find out that this is all just a dream."

Gilbert was silent. He honestly hadn't been expecting that. How did he fix this? This wasn't some stalker he could beat up, or a mess he could clean up. No. This was Mattie scared of the future. Something he knew he couldn't protect him from. What did he do?

"Sorry, Gilbert. I didn't mean to- Ack!" Matthew jerked and fell backwards holding his side. "What the heck was that for?"

"I didn't know how else to convince you that this is reality. Tickling you seemed the most logical option." Gilbert grinned, happy to see Mattie smile.

"Thank you, but I-,"

"No. Whatever you're going to say, let me finish. You don't have to tell yourself that this isn't a dream. There are going to be moments where this life acts more like a nightmare. There are going to be wonderfully awesome, and completely horrible moments, but that's life. This is our reality, fairytale, whatever you want to call it; it's ours to face together." He ducked his head and placed their foreheads together. "And if you ever need a white knight to come to your rescue, you know where to find me."

Mattie stared up at him, surprised. He wasn't used to Gilbert being a sappy romantic, but he sure was good at it. Smiling happily, he found himself wrapping his arms around the other's neck, pulling him closer, and joining their lips together- BOOM!

Instantly, Gilbert wrapped his arm around Matthew's head and landed on top of him, instinctively protecting him from whatever had exploded.

"Squawk!" Gilbird darted up the stairs and burrowed himself between Kumajiro and Gilbert's shirt.

"Gilbert?" Mattie grinned at him as the two sat up, "Happy New Year."
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Waaaaait a minute. Did you all see that there? That kiss scene was the first I have ever written! XD Let me know how I did!