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Matthew's POV

I hear Gilbert stomp into our dorm. I advert my attention from the television and to him.

"Is something wrong?" He takes one look at me and shakes his head angrily.

"Just some unawesome people are getting on my nerves today." I pet the bear on my lap and hum softly.

"My brother is coming down for lunch. Would you like to join us?" Gilbert lets out a short laugh.

"Alfred? That kid has waaay too big of an ego! It is kinda annoying having to hang out with someone who can only think about himself." I mutter softly.

"You're not much better than him." He plops down on the sofa next to me and stares me down with his blood red eyes.

"Was?" I blush.

"I er- nothing." He leans down towards me and whispers in my ear.
"No, really. What did you say?" His breath is hot on my neck and I start to fidget. A smile creeps across his pale face and I start to shrink into the couch as he approaches. Why is he doing this to me? Maybe he knows that I like him and he is just messing with my mind. Alfred always warned me to stay away from Gilbert, but there is just something that just attracts me to him. His hand hooks underneath my chin and brings my face up to him, his ruby eyes seem to peer into my soul. He opens his mouth to speak when a voice shouts through a door.

"Hey! Mattie! Open the door! I'm starving!" Gilbert pulls away and looks down at the ground as I get up to answer the door. Alfred stands in the doorway with a giant box of pizza with a two liter of soda and a small box of cheese sticks. I stare at him.

"You bought all of that for just us?" His sandy hair falls into his aqua blue eyes and he lets out a laugh.

"Of course! I don't know about you dude, but I'm starving. It's hard work being the hero and everything!" He walks past me and sets the food down on the coffee table and gathers me into a giant, rib crushing bear hug.
"I missed you bro! Your cooking is so much better than Arthur's! Even my stomach has trouble keeping that nasty ass shit down, and that's saying something!" He gives Gilbert a high five.

"Hey, what's up dude?!" Gilbert laughs and high fives him back.

"Nothing much. . . Just being totally awesome!" I get plates and three cups ignoring their "who is more awesome contest" They are so alike it is scary.

Gilbert's POV

I was so close! I was going to tell him that I love him, until Alfred came banging on our door! Damn it Alfred, why do you have to be such a cock blocker?

After supper Alfred pulls me over.

"Hey Gilbert, you like soccer right?"

"You mean football?" His eyes light up.

"You like football too?! Dude! That's totally awesome! Who is your favourite team? Mine is the Broncos!" I start to laugh.

"Kesese! I forgot that football to you is something totally different. Yeah I like soccer or football or whatever the hell it's called."

"Sweet dude! You wanna play tomorrow? It's me, Feliciano and Lovino versus the Baltic boys and Ivan."

"Going against Ivan huh? Of course I'll help! Maybe I'll have a chance to "accidently" kick him in the face! Kesesese!"

"We're going to totally rock dude!" We do a fist pump and Alfred commands out, "Let's eat now dudes! My stomach is totally eating itself!"

Matthew's POV

"Dude, Mattie, let's get some ice cream! We need some bro time!" Gilbert and I gap at him.

"Al, we just ate!" He gives me the puppy dog eyes.

"But I didn't have dessert though. I always save room for dessert!" He jumps up from his chair, "Come on, please? I'll pay!" I reluctantly stand up.

"Fine, let me get my coat."

"Sweet! Thanks dude!" I go into my room and Gilbert follows me. He sits down on my bed and watches me search through my closet for my coat.

"Birdie?" I peer over my shoulder; he looks at me with a slight anxious look.

"Can I ask you something?" He probably wants money again. I sigh to myself.

"Can it wait until after I'm done eating ice cream with Alfred?" He falls quiet and speaks after a long pause.

"Oh, um, ja. It can wait. . ." I smile at him.

"Thanks. I just don't want Al to wait. You know how impatient he is when it comes to food. Do you want anything from the ice cream parlour?" He studies me and shakes his head.

"Nah, I don't think that they serve beer flavoured ice cream." I laugh.

"Probably not. I'll see you later Gil. Could you feed Kumbiri for me please?" He nods with a faint smile.

"Ja, the awesome me can do that for you Birdie. Bye." I watch him saunter out of my room and into his. Alfred comes bounding into my room.

"Hey! Are we gonna get going?!" I turn my gaze to him and nod.


Gilbert's POV

After Matthew and Alfred leave the dorm, I decide I should go and feed Kumajirou and Gilbird. I don't see them in the living room like usual, I search the rest of the room until I hear a faint cheeping. I walk towards the kitchen and see that Kumajirou and Gilbird are laying on the small card table with a bucket of ice cream between them. I walk closer and when Kumajirou sees me, he tries to get up and escape. He stumbles around and falls flat on his back. I stare at the ice cream container and see it is my beer flavoured ice cream. I dash the freezer and yell out angrily.

"No! That was my last one! Not awesome!"

Author's Note

As promised here is chapter four! There will probably be two more chapters until this story is complete :o so my day has been pretty crazy! I had to write a paper for my Human Anatomy and Physiology class about how the hypothalamus helps maintain homeostasis and how it is unique/interesting and I had to write another paper about immigration for my English IV class. At work we have to quarantine everyone because the flu is real bad! Which means that I'll probably get sick because my immune system SUCKS! Not to mention my sister has a stomach flu and she has top bunk, so if she pukes, gets who it lands on? Yeah. . . Anyway! Expect chapter five to be up on Thursday! :D Oh! Shout out to ZombieGhostBunny who helped me make this chapter! I love you twin! 3