In a village, a tiny house at the edge of the little town, a family was having a discussion.
"Where were you two?" Ana asked, pacing in her living room.
Ana was a brown haired female and the founder of the village. She was also the mother of Alfred and Matthew. She found them alone by the edge of the forest, scared and trembling. Her eyes are the color of the rainbow; they change color in different settings or emotions. Right now, they are the color of fire,, red-orange.
Matthew and Alfred were sitting in front of Ana, shaking in fear.
"We got lost," Alfred said.
"Lost!" Ana stopped pacing the living room and faced them. "How did you get lost!"
"We were walking in a garden-" Matthew started.
"The humans' garden?" Ana interrupted.
"Yes," Matthew whispered.
"You two are GROUNDED!"
"Mattie?" Ana called from the kitchen.
"Yes?" Matthew walked to the kitchen.
"Can you go to Kuma and get some herbs?" Ana asked. "I give you permission to go but you have to come right back. Got it?"
"Sure," Matthew answered, taking the sling that was being offered.
Kumajiro is a polar bear who knows of the little people. He specializes in making herbs and healing. He was white and soft-spoken. Sometimes he forgets who people are but he knows enough to still give people herbs. He was not of average height for a polar bear but to the little he was huge. He lives in the outskirts of the village, in some bushes.
Matthew walked up to the area of bushes that Kumajiro lives in and ruffled the leaves. Stepping back, he watched as a black nose popped out. It moved around until a huge head came out.
"Who?"
"Matthew." The little people know of the bear's forgetfulness, so they politely answer with the common question with their name. "I am here for some herbs," Matthew said, holding up the sling to be filled.
"Okay." Kumajiro went back into his little bush and Matthew heard some rustling. "Here."
"Thank you." Matthew threw the sling full of herbs over his head and turned around. He walked to the path that he took.
"Bruder, where are you going?" a German asked.
His name was Ludwig and he was big for his age. He has blond, slicked back hair and blue eyes. When he stands, he looks like a military man. He took the burnt of his father's teachings than his brother. That is why people often mistake him for his father; they are both the same in almost every way. He is taller than his OLDER brother.
"I am going to visit Francis," a sliver haired man answered.
His name was Gilbert. He has blood-red eyes and silver hair. He likes to talk about himself and he usually calls himself awesome. He has pale skin and sometimes people mistake him for the devil or call him a monster. Gilbert is smaller than his younger brother and people always mistake him of being the younger brother. He and his brother, Ludwig, call each other West and East.
"Be careful," Ludwig said, from the kitchen where he was making dinner for his friends that were coming over.
Gilbert saluted and marched out of the house. A few moments later, he was rolling down a small incline. He landed with a loud thump. A few minutes passed until he sat up and opened one eye. Feeling something feathery land on his knee he looked down and saw a tiny person looking up at him, concerned violet eyes staring into his eyes.
"Hello," the tiny person said. "Are you okay?"
"Uh." Gilbert shook his head, thinking that he was seeing things but the person stayed there. "I'm fine."
"That's good." The tiny person took a few steps back, holding a tiny sling to his chest. "My name is Matthew."
"Gilbert the Awesome."
"Bye. Hope you get to where you are going." Matthew turned around and walked to the path that Gilbert just noticed was there.
"Right."
Arthur was sulking around the living room. Francis was cleaning the room for his friends, Gilbert and Antonio, a Spanish boy who is an airhead.
"Arthur, would you stop being a baby and, either help me or leave the room."
"I don't want to." Arthur sunk deeper into the couch.
"Get over her. She never liked you," Francis said, leaning on the broom he was using. "It was not my fault this time. I am still dating Katrina, but she went to visit her little island of Maldives."
Arthur got up and moved to the stairs when the door bell rang. And rang, and rang. After the forth ring, Arthur yanked opened the door and stared hard at the German laughing on the porch.
"Give it a rest, you bloody git!"
"Can't help it," Gilbert said, stepping into the house without getting permission.
Arthur stared to squeeze the door knob hard until he hard a crack coming from his hand. Francis took his other hand and walked him to the bathroom and left him there to attend to his guest,who was getting restless.
"Where's Tony?" was heard from the German.
"Antonio is going to be here soon."
Gilbert was sitting on the couch, kicking his feet on the coffee table. The door bell rang again and Francis went to get the last person to come to the visit.
A Spanish man, oblivious looking, came into the room. He smelled of tomatoes. He had chocolate hair color and happy green eyes. He has a slight slouch, because he is laid back and not stressing out on things.
"Hola."
"Yo, Tony!"
They all sat down and started to chat about anything they could think of.
"How's Katrina?"
"She is really good. She is visiting her native island of Maldives." Francis had a dreamy look on his face, leaning on his arm.
"Franny, are you in love?" Antonio asked, smiling at their blonde friend.
"Mein Gott," Gilbert said, holding his head in is hand. "He is in love!"
Francis snapped out of it and started to get annoyed. "Well, I don't see any of you getting chatty with someone of your taste," he answered back.
That shut them up. Antonio was thinking about the little Italian he has back at home. Lovi! You are too cute!
Damn. Wait! I don't care about this shit! Gilbert thought.
"So what?" Gilbert asked.
Francis shrugged and pointed to their silent friend. "He seems to have someone. You are the only one doesn't."
Gilbert huffed and got up to the kitchen. "Where's your beer?" he called.
"Arthur is not allowed to have beer anymore, so I threw it all away after the last time we took Arthur out with us."
"Gott!"
Gilbert came back in and plopped down on the sofa. In his mind's eye, he saw two big violet eyes and a small face, staring up at him. Matthew? What are you?