An AWESOME thanks to GothicKitty1313 (twice, one per review), AwkwardSquido, Sasha and HitsuKarin-sama for reviewing! ^.^

Sasha, what if Matthew doesn't want to go to Gilbert? ;) And Matthew's mum is a ***** DX but you'll find out all that later :) (I appreciate your questions, it tells me what I need to include in future chapters ^.^)

Dear people who want a happy ending: Just wait and see ;)

The sun had now set, and Matthew had nowhere to stay for the night. Or, in fact, for any period of time. He considered finding Gilbert's house, and asking if he could rest there, but immediately pushed that thought away. He didn't want Gilbert to think him persistent.
Instead, the Canadian found himself knocking on the door of Francis Bonnefoy, his cousin.
"Matthieu!" The Frenchman cried with delight.
"Oh, uh, hi, Francis. I was wondering if I could stay the night, eh?"
"Of course, mon cher!"
"Uh... thanks..."
Matthew stepped in the house with his trunk. Francis's house was large and elegant. The last time Matthew had been there was when he was 5, and he had been tugged out of the house after Francis came out in front of everyone. The house was empty of people usually, as Francis's parents had died when he was young, and the teen spent his time out with his friends, rather than cooped up.
"You like, mon cher?"
"It certainly is large, eh?"
Francis grinned, and shut the door. His face changed almost immediately. His happy, carefree, pervy look was replaced with that of worry. It was a look that only Matthew knew of, and only saw when his older cousin was concerned about him.
"Why are you here, Matthieu? What about your mère?"
"Oh. I can go if you want..." Matthew said, looking at the floor.
"Non! That is not what I meant, mon cher! I was just wondering if your mother knows."
"Know what?" Panic rose in the Canadian's chest. He wondered how his cousin knew about what had happened on the floor of a bathroom at the Vargas house-party. Then he remembered that Gilbert and Francis (and some Spanish guy called Antonio) were friends. Of course Francis knew.
"That you are here, imbecile! She does not like me, non?"
"Oh. That. Well, she sorta kicked me out of the house. You were the first house I thought of."
"Matthieu?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you gay?"
"I came here to seek solace and shelter, not to be questioned!"
"Ahhh! So you are!"
"Arrrghhh! Francis, I'm your cousin! Stop trying to undress me!" Matthew said, backing away from his pervert cousin, who was trying to grab the front of his shirt.

Pervy Francis for the win! And speaking of Francis, here are a few more translations for you:

Matthieu - Matthew

Mon cher - My dear

Mère - Mother

Imbecile - Silly

Non - No

So I would have put more French in, but I couldn't be bothered DX