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"Kesesese, hey guys, look at zat, a couple of lost looking little birds, kesesese." Gilbert laughed. The awesome Gilbird peeped a few times from on his shoulder.

"Oi," France's replied flipping his hair a bit, "Zeh are quite attractive, non?"

"Si, they look bien. Should we go say hola to them?"

Gilbert and France's shared a perverted look with one another. "Oi mon ami, we will go over and greet them properly, Ohonhonhon."

"Kesesese"

Mathew was the first to notice the group approaching them, "Al... Hey Al?"

Alfred however, wasn't able to hear him over the loud noises of the city and kept going on obliviously. Matt looked at the group wirily because they all had large and... unique smiles on their faces. He kept close to Al holding his bear closely.

The first one that reached them was a red eyed, white haired man that seemed really enthusiastic and was a little scary with his somewhat crazy smile. He opened his mouth and said loudly, "Yoh, the awesome Prussian has arrived! You now have nozing to worry about! How are you Birdies?"

Al looked over quickly and curiously, Mathew choose not to bother responding. The very handsome blond haired, blue eyed one spoke next. He had a beautiful voice Mathew noted shyly, "Bonjour, we could not 'elp but notice you two handsome men wandering around. Are you new to this town? I 'ave not seen your lovely heads among the numbers..." He trailed off, winking at Mathew which caused him to flush slightly.

"Hola, its muy bien seeing new faces mi amigos." The one with a big happy grin, very bright green eyes, and brown hair said.

Alfred, who was eager to jump in, responded immediately, "Yoh dudes, yah we're new here. What are your names, man? ...And what's a Prussian? What do you mean Birdies?" He looked really confused near the end.

The Prussian was cut off by the handsome man before he was able to start his tirade, "Ah, do not pay 'em any mind mon amis, he believes he was born in a place known as 'Prussia' and will not listen to reason..."

The 'Prussian' pushed the handsome man away from him, "I Know zat I am from zere! Only someone as awesome as me could know of the awesomeness that is Prussia! Kesesese."

The happy one spoke up helpfully, "My name is Antonio, the Prussian is Gilbert," He lifted his hand lastly towards the handsome blond man, "And this is..."

The blond man stepped forward capturing Mathew's hand in his. In a small bow, he lifted it to his lips placing a light kiss on the top, causing Mathew to flush a bright red. "You may call me Francis, mon amis."

Alfred raised an eyebrow at the strange behavior, before unhelpfully turning back to Gilbert. (Mathew, 'Damn it Alfred.') "So, you still haven't explained the Birdies thing."

Gilbert smirked, "It iz because you both look like a Birdy..." He pointed at Mathew who was slightly being molested in a hug, his face now fire red, "Especially him."

"Bloody Hell! Can't you keep your bloody hands to yourself you stupid frog!?"

Everyone turned to look at the new person stalking towards them. He had a different pair of eyes in comparison to Antonio. They were a piercing green being worn in a truly frightening glare towards, Francis and Mathew.

Mathew gave a slight gasp because he recognized the angry little man coming towards them, it was the great wizard. And even if he were to kill him on the spot then and there, Mathew felt a sense of accomplishment being able to be near the amazing man. He stared on in aw as the wizard stopped right before him now glaring only at Francis who had not moved from his spot.

"Ah, but mon cher, I am spreading ze love. Do you not wish to join us?" He smirked coyly at him.

The great wizard sputtered indignantly, "No you blasted frog! I just came here to make sure the poor boy made it out of your clutches untraumatized! Release him at once!"

"But of course mon cher," He released his hold of Mathew, who did not move away from his spot so close to the great wizard. "Zer, no harm done." He patted Mathews head slightly.

"Bugger! No harm done! Humpf!" He looked to Mathew with some concern in his eyes, "Are you alright boy?"

"...Y...yes..." He managed to chock out quietly.

"...Speak up lad, I can't here you..."

"..." He found himself unable to respond, but thankfully Alfred had decided to make himself know to the great wizard as well.

"He looks fine dude no worries. So, who are you? ...And what's up with those caterpillars on your face?"

The great wizard sputtered indignantly some more and responded with a hint of contained rage, "Caterpillars! These are my eyebrows you twit! And you may refer to me as Arthur. Now who the bloody blazes are you, git?"

Alfred smiled a giant smile, going into a heroic pose, and announcing to the group, "Alfred F. Jones at your service! And this," He pointed at Mathew, "Is my sidekick Mattie. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Arthur huffed at the antics but responded no the less, "Likewise I'm sure."

Francis clapped his hands together gleefully, "Oi! Now that we 'ave all gathered together, we can go to my 'ouse and 'ave a wonderful time together."

Arthur gritted his teeth, "No! Why the bloody hell would I go anywhere near your house!?"

Francis winked suggestively, "Oh mon cher, you know why you would go to my 'ouse." He blew a kiss to the fuming wizard.

"I'm going to rip your tongue out wanker!" He pounced on the laughing Francis with the intent to beat him into a bloody pulp. Leaving a curious audience to watch the strange half serious battle unfold from an odd dust cloud. Alfred laughed, Gilbert smirked, Antonio smiled, and Mathew was left standing there quietly wonder exactly what was going on and if he should even try to do anything.