Late at night, in the middle of the forest, a tiny person was walking. Alfred didn't know why but he was following the scream that he heard before because he thinks it could be Matthew. He hoped that nothing bad happened to his brother.

Matthew stared out the window, pressing his face closer to the glass.

"Matthew, what are you doing?" Arthur asked, from his position on the couch.

"Looking out the glass," Matthew said, pointing to the window.

"You mean the window?" Matthew nodded. "Okay, but don't press your face to the glass."

Matthew turned around to stare at Arthur. He tilted his head, confused, before he started to giggle. "You're small." He put his had out to measure the height between him and Arthur. Matthew, it would seem, was a tall boy, almost as tall as Francis.

*CRASH*

"Oh, dear." Francis sighed, getting up from the bead.

He walked down the stairs and toward the living room.

"Yo, Brows. Get hold of yourself."

*CHIRP*CHIRP*

Francis leaned his head away from the little yellow bird that appeared before him out of nowhere. "Hello, Gilbird," Francis said, holding the bird in his hand.

When he entered to living room, Gilbert was holding Arthur back from hurting Matthew. He walked toward the pair in the middle of the room. They stopped struggling, to look at him. He turned to Matthew and checked him over. Even as a human, Matthew still had large purple eyes.

"Gilbert, how did you get in?"

"Door was open."

"Ah." Francis turned around after he told Matthew to go to bed, telling him where the guest room is. Bending down to look Arthur in the eyes he asked. "Why?"

"He called me small."

"Then why did you want to hurt him? He didn't that you are very sensitive about your height."

They didn't notice that Gilbert and his bird sneaked out of the room.

Matthew was lost. He didn't know about t a human's house so he didn't know where the guest room is.

"Birdie."

Matthew ducked down and let out a yelp. After a few seconds of silence, he looked up and saw that Gilbert and Gilbird were staring at him.

"What's wrong Birdie?"

"You scared me."

"Sorry."

*chirp*chirp*

"It's okay."

Gilbert helped him. Matthew turned around and was still very much confused about where to go.

"The guest room is this way," Gilbert said, pulling Matthew along until he they were standing in front of a brown, wooden door. "You open this door and step inside."

"Thank you." Matthew looked at the door and down at his hand. "How do you open the door?"

Gilbert let out a laugh and reached for Matthew's hand. He placed his pale hand over Matthew's and guided it to the shiny metal door knob. "You place your hand here and just turn it lightly until you hear a small click. And then, you just push the door open with your other hand." The door opened to a big room with a four poster bed and light blue walls. In the center of the wall above the bed was a big painting of a garden. Matthew stared at the room and then he felt smaller in the room.

Matthew felt a heat rise in his cheeks. He looked down and noticed that Gilbert's hand was still on his. "Uh, Gilbert, could you, um, let go?"

A blush formed on Gilbert's cheeks, his pale skin making it harder to hide. "Sorry," he mumbled.

*My, someone is in love* That thought was not heard by no one but the owner.

"Now, how did I get here?" Alfred asked, looking around. A rat was wandering, sniffing around.

"Francis!" Alfred looked up and saw Arthur standing next to him. The human didn't notice him, only the rat. "There are still rats in the garden!"

*THUMP*THUMP*

"Francis is busy and he sent me," new voice said.

Alfred couldn't see who it was but the voice sounded very familiar. "Okay, but this time do not get your hand stuck in the trap," Arthur added, walking away from the garden.

Alfred followed Arthur into the house, almost tripping over the mountains that are known as steps. Maybe he knows where Matthew is.

Arthur entered the house, not seeing the little blonde at his heels.

"Francis, are you sure that Matthew can handle the rats? You know that's how he got hurt."

"Yes, and plus he is our height, how could he get hurt this time?"

A tiny tug at his pant leg made Arthur look down. Before he could utter a word, a scream was heard.

"Matthew!"

"How could he get hurt this time?" Arthur mocked Francis as they ran outside, leaving Alfred alone in the middle of the hallway.

Both of them found Matthew holding his hand, a mouse trap attached to his finger. "Sorry, it happened again."

Arthur sighed and gently took the mouse trap off. Matthew held his hand tightly has the throbbing pain went through his whole body. "How did you get hurt this time?"

"The same thing."

Francis held his head in his hands. "Why must you save the rats? They will come back and ruin our plants."

"Master Francis, Master Arthur, there is someone that wants to talk to you."

"Who?"

"I couldn't hear him for he is too small."

The three of them stared at the butler but noticed that something was moving on his head, and it wasn't Gilbird. Matthew forgot the pain in his hand when he saw that the thing moving was his brother. "Alfred!"

"What happened to you Mattie?"

Arthur looked at the small person and got an idea. But he didn't want to say anything for fear of being shot down.

"Put him the living room and make sure that everything is child proofed and he can't leave," Arthur said, rubbing his temples to get rid of the head ache that is forming. "Bloody hell."

Alfred sat perfectly still while waiting. He stared at everything and anything that he could. And just like his brother, he wants to explore the room he was confined in. He heard voices drifting from the other room and then he saw a curious violet eye peeking at him from the doorway.

"Hello?"

"Alfred, where ate you here?"

"Ma wanted me to get you to come back."

"But I can't, I am not your height anymore."

"But, she worries ya know."

"Yes I do but-"

"Matthew! I need the water that asked you to boil thirty minutes ago!"

"Coming!" Matthew turned back to Alfred and shrugged his shoulders. "I have to go."

Alfred stared at the retreating form of his brother while he thought about what he was going to do for the time being.

Matthew stood off to the side, as far away from Gilbert as possible. What is going on? This has never happened before. Matthew was very confused and stepped even further away from the albino as possible.

"Matthew hand me that container while you're moving."

"Okay." Matthew looked at the table and saw the container that Arthur was talking about. It had a blue liquid in it and it smelled very disgusting, like the way the garbage stinks after a while. "What are you doing?"

"I am going to see Alfred would let me use him for an experiment that would be beneficial for you."

Matthew tilted his head, Gilbird flapping his wings to stay on.

"Why does my bird like you more than me? I am his master." Gilbert walked up to the blonde, who was still small compared to his size.

"Maybe because I can understand him better than you," Matthew answered, feeling trapped between the wall and Gilbert. He had nowhere to run and he wanted to be as far away from this place as possible.

"But, still, he didn't have a problem before," Gilbert said, reaching for the bird and getting bit. "Why would you do that?"

*CHIRP*CHIRP*CHIRP*

"You are not supposed to call him that," Matthew said, taking the bird off his head and looking at him.

*Chirp*Chirp*

"Even if he is one."

"What are you-"

"Matthew I need you to get me some more water, but this time hurry up," Arthur said, not looking up at him.

"Okay." The bird magically appeared on Gilbert's head and Matthew ran out of the room so fast.

Gilbert was not pouting. He was frowning; pouting is for little kids and girls.

"Why are pouting?"

"I am not!"

He just has a short temper and no patience for people who can't take a hint.

"Francis, leave him alone," Antonio said, sipping from his drink.

"But-"

"Listen, you are very annoying and sometimes people don't want to have nothing to do with you," a grumpy voice said.

The three of them stared at Arthur, who decided to tag along.

"What are you doing here?"

"I said I wanted to tag along."

In Gilbert's mind, he saw a fire and two people, one tiny and one large sitting in front of the fire. They had confused faces and were awed by the fire.

"Are you sure nothing will happen to the house while we are gone?"

"Yes."

"Eh? What are you guys talking about?" Antonio was confused about what's going.

"Nothing, Tony."

"Okay."

The four of them stayed quiet for a while until they left. They were going head to their houses but Arthur asked to go to a bar and they all agreed only because Arthur can't hold his liquor.

"MATTHEW!" Alfred screamed, shaking the bars of his makeshift cage.

"Not now, Al."

"But the bird is being mean to me!"

*chirp*c-chirp*

Matthew appeared at the doorway to the living room. "Did you make Gilbird cry?"

"He pushed me!"

*chirp*

"But why did you break his wing?"

"Because?"

Matthew hung his head. He left to get something from the bathroom, leaving Alfred and Gilbird together. He came back with a big white box and entered the leaving room.

"It's all your fault," Alfred said, sitting in the corner while Matthew worked on the wing.

*Chirp*chirp*

"Mattie!"

"He's got a point."

Arthur and Francis came home late that night. When they stepped into the house, they noticed an air of depression surrounding them. As Arthur wobbled toward the kitchen, Francis went to the living room to check on Alfred. He stopped short when he saw what happened.

"Arthur? Did you leave your bedroom open?"

"Maybe. Why?" Arthur asked, coming back with painkillers and a glass of water. He blinked a few times.

"Because I think that Alfred got into your spells."

Arthur walked up to where Francis was and looked into the living room. In the middle of the room, a small bird, a human and a dog were all sleeping.

"Great." The dog moved around a bit snuggling up to the human, pushing the bird away from them. "Alfred's a dog. Now I need to another one to counter act it."

"They are never leaving, are they?"

"At this rate, let's hope I have some brains not to throw them out."

A/N: This is not my best work. Plus, noticed this, I ended two chapters so far with spells *tilts head* Weird? Review please! They make me very giddy and smiley