"Uh... I..." stammered Roderich. He then cleared his throat and tried to peal his eyes away from the two sitting on the bed. "It's time for dinner. Is your friend going to join us, Gilbert?"
"Ye..."
"No!" blurted out Matthew. A blush erupted on his face and he continued. "I should probably get home."
With that, the blonde stood and walked quickly out of the room and towards the front door.
"Wait! Birdie!" Gilbert tried to stand without his crutches and fell to the ground. He hit the floor with his fist. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." He mumbled.
Matthew ran out to the street and stopped, taking a deep breath. His heart was beating fast. He shouldn't have run away like that, but he didn't know what would happen if he would've stayed. Looking back at the house, he contemplated on whether or not he should go back in.
"There you are, Mattie." Alfred said, rolling up on his skate board. "Dad sent me to find you. It's almost dinner time."
'That answers that question.' Thought Matthew. They both walked home, which wasn't far. When they stepped in the door, the blonde was greated with the smell of Papa's cooking. He sighed in relief. It's wasn't Dad's turn to cook.
"Mathieu~!" came a voice from the kitchen.
He walked into the kitchen. "Hello, Papa. What's for dinner tonight?"
"Hm? Oh it's your favorite!"
Matthew laughed. "My favorite thing to eat would be pancakes."
"Oh, well, then it's your second favorite," said Francis, smiling.
They both finished making supper for that night and the family sat down together and ate.
"Wonderful cooking as always, love," Arthur said, not taking his eyes off of the newspaper he held.
"Oh, but how would you know? You haven't even touched you food." Francis smiled.
"I can just tell by the smell, and besides." The Briton paused to look over the top of the paper. "When has your food ever been anything but wonderful?"
"Ohonhon, you flatter me."
"Geez you two!" Alfred yelled. "Get a room!"
Matthew snickered while both of their fathers gave them strange looks.
Quickly, Francis asked, "So Matthew, have you found someone special, yet?"
A blush, worked it's way across his face.
"Oh yay! Who is it?"
"Ah..." Matthew didn't know if he should tell them. They had only just met.
Alfred stared at his brother, knowing full well who it was. Suddenly he stood. "I don't feel so well, I'm going to turn in for the night."
Matthew stood too, not feeling the need to tell his parents who it was.
"Matthew, wait..." Francis called after him, but the blonde had already disappeared up the stairs. Sighing he turned back to his dinner.
"Why don't you just leave the poor boy alone?" Arthur asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Because I want know if my Mathieu has found love~," said Francis with a sigh.
Arthur shook his head and returned to his paper.
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The silence at the dinner table was awkward. Both Gilbert and Roderich were uncomfortable, while Ludwig tried to figure out what was going on. Gilbert didn't have his bird on his head. That was one sign that something was amiss and the blonde was determined to find out what.
The one to break the silence, however, was not Ludwig, but their uncle. "So, are you two... going out?"
Then it all made sense to the youngest German. Either Matthew and Gilbert were caught doing something or their uncle was suspicious.
"Well..." Gilbert began. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat and continued. "It just kind of... happened."
Roderich nodded his head slowly. He wasn't sure how to take this information. Silence once again engolfed the room. Finally he spoke. "Gilbert."
The albino looked up from his plate.
Their uncle gave a sigh and continued. "I don't mind if you decide you want to go out with him." He wasn't sure if he worded it right, but that was the most awkward moment he had ever been through. He was thankful he was just able to say it. He was sure, though, that he got the message across.
Gilbert gave the smallest hint a smile. He gave a look to his uncle that said thank you. Getting up, he took his dishes to the sink and went to his room with some scraps to give Gilbird.
"Sorry, Gilbird. Here's something to apologize." He stuffed the food through the cage and the canary happily took it. The German smiled. "I have to make sure he knows that I really do love him."
He walked over to his bed and fell asleep, having the first good night sleep, without the nightmares, in a long time.
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