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Sleeping was a hard thing to do when your mind is swimming with confusion. However, that didn't stop good old Alfred from sleeping like a dead man. He had about three blankets on his bed because the heating bill had gone up again. The whole house was like a walk in freezer it was just so cold and the time of year didn't help him at all. Alfred always hated the cold; back down south it didn't get crazy cold like it did up east. Sometimes he missed living on the farm with mom and dad. Nevertheless, he liked his life here and he couldn't really leave his wonderful dream job as a cop. Bringing down bad guys and being a hero were what he lived for. Alfred smiled in his sleep and grabbed onto his pillow. Then a strange sobbing sound came from down the stairs. The sound was loud enough to wake the American. He pulled his many blankets close to him. His first thought was that there was a Goddamn ghost in his house. The blond hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he left the warm safety of his bed. Once he crept his way down stairs, he saw that his couch was empty. "Thank God it was only a crazy ass dream." He said and rubbed the back of his head, he felt stupid. However, the sound of sobbing started up again this time it was even louder. Alfred looked to see the angel from last night (early this morning) huddled up in a blanket in the corner of the room.

"Sorry…..sorry I'm so fucking sorry!" Arthur repeated over and over again. The British man rolled him self up into a tight ball. He couldn't believe what was happening to him, after all he was a good little angel. It was not fair to him that he was now stuck on Earth. His head was pounding so hard it felt like was going to fall into two pieces, hang over's suck. Alfred gasped when he saw that the wings were no longer there, he couldn't help but to start poking at the angel.

"Holy shit dude where did your wings go?"

"I made them disappear, all angels can do it. They'll come back when I want them to." Arthur told him while still sobbing. He looked at the American and blushed; the other man was a lot more handsome then his drunken state remembered.

"Well that's cool. So are you going to go back to Heaven now? I bet there's someone missing you." Alfred asked while standing up to grab a change of clothes, he didn't know that Arthur's life in Heaven was a very lonely one. Arthur said nothing as he watched the American leave the room. Alfred grabbed some clothes for Arthur as well as some for himself. The Brit took the outfit with a same thank you.

"I wish I could go home, but God won't let me. It looks like I've been kicked out."

"Well what did you do? Steal God's licker or something?" Alfred laughed at his joke. He pulled on a navy blue long sleeved shirt and laughed a little more.

"Umm yeah that exactly why, God get's very moody if you touch her things. That's the real reason why she kicked Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden." Arthur knew that the lord had a bit of a thing for drinking. This answer however, caused Alfred to stop laughing. His mother had raised him up to be a good little Christen boy. To think that God liked something that the bible said was a sin was hard to take it, and in was even harder to take in the fact that God was a woman.

"You're fucking with me!" Alfred yelled. The angel shook his head then pulled on the green hoodie. The two men stared at each other, completely forgetting the fact that they still didn't have any pants on. No one spoke and Alfred ended up leaving the room.

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Matthew forked some pancake into his mouth. A bight red hicky was showing boldly on the side of his neck. Gilbert was an animal last night, well more then he normally was. Matthew sighed knowing that he was going to have to tell his hero of a brother about his actual relationship with the egotistical albino German. But first he was going to have to find a way to cover up the mark. Gilbert came up from behind him and tilled the blonde's head back. The German grinned before he licked a droplet of maple syrup off his lover's lips.

"Yummy…" He mumbled and watched as Matthew blushed scarlet.

"Gill let's tell Al about us today. I think I'm ready for him to know." He smiled and placed his hands on the sides of Gilbert's face and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

"That's a nice way to avoid making me some damn pancakes." The albino smiled and kissed his lover deeper. He loved how the Canadian tasted like maple syrup.

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Alfred made a cup of coffee to drink. He now had a pair of pants on. The phone on the wall next to him started to ring; he let it ring a few more times before he picked it up.

"Hey Al, Gill and I are going to come over real quickly…..Gill stop it I'm on the phone. Hey stop it that tickles!" Matthew giggled and the phone sounded like it was dropped. Alfred could hear more giggling and the phone was picked right back up again. This time it was Gilbert who had the phone.

"You better be around when we get there! Oh and make sure you hide who ever you have with you." With that Gilbert hung up. Alfred hung up his end of the phone as well. The American ran into the living room and flipped Arthur over his shoulder. The angel started to panic at the sudden move and began to struggle to get free. However, Alfred was much stronger then him.

"Bloody hell what do you think your doing?!" Arthur screamed as he was tossed into a closet. This was not right; he already came out of one these years ago.

"My brother is coming over; I don't want him or that bastard Gilbert to see you. And for the love of God put some pants on!" Alfred handed him some pants and closed the door. The British man let his eyes get used to the dark before he pulled on the pants. A few minuets later Matthew and Gilbert's car pulled up into the driveway. Alfred flung open the door.

"Their here so don't say a word. If you can do that much I'll let you stay here." Arthur nodded his head and was then left alone in the dark once again. The American left the closet and ran to open the door for his little brother. Once they we inside he glared at Gilbert, the only reason he was even nice to him was to keep Matthew from bitching like a little girl. The three all took a seat at the kitchen table and looked around at each other. Gilbert grabbed onto Matthew's knee. The longer the Canadian stayed quiet the higher the albino would move his hand.

"Umm Al we have news to tall you." Those words caused Gilbert's hand to stop moving. Matthew gulped; the albino's hand was high up on his leg. Alfred lifted an eyebrow.

"What kind of news?" He asked and noticed his brother's cheeks turn a bight shade of red. Gilbert's hand started to move closer to it's target. The Canadian gasped and shivered.

"Gill and I-I-I are…together." Matthew said the pitch of his small voice going up high. The German removed his hand with a proud look on his smug face. Alfred's mouth fell open.

"Together like dating together?" He asked, anger was clear in his voice and face. His brother opened his mouth to speak up but Gilbert beat him to it.

"Well duh. Mattie and I are a pretty fucking cute couple." Gilbert wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulders and pulled him closer. Alfred shook his head, he did not approve of this.

"Fuck no! Matt what are you thinking? Him of all people!" Alfred yelled. Matthew flinched at his words and sunk down into his chair. However, Gilbert was not going to have any of it. He slammed his fists down onto the table.

"What's so wrong with him being happy? I love Mattie." The German yelled right back. The two men stood up pushing their chairs back hard enough to cause them to fall over. Matthew grabbed onto his lover's wrist and looked up at him with bright blue eyes. He didn't want to see them fight, most of all he didn't want to see Gilbert get himself hurt.

"He can do better then you!" Alfred spat. Gilbert smiled widely, the American had just said the wrong thing to him.