a/n~ i warn you about implied yoai or whatever in this chapter.
I open the door and see a drenched Alfred standing there. It looks like he just got out of a battle.
"What do you want?" I ask, glaring a bit.
"I wanna see my bro." he tells me. "I know he chose you, and I can respect that. But when you left, it was only a day after he, ya know, got…shot. I wanna make sure my 'lil bro's ok, if that's all right with you?"
"He's fine. He's sleeping."
"Please? I need to make sure he's all right for myself."
"Fine." I tell him after a minute. I lead him to my living room where Birdie's sleeping on the couch. Alfred goes over to him and shakes his shoulder.
"Mattie, wake up. C'mon, wake up." Birdie grumbles something after a minute and rolls over to face the sofa. Alfred keeps shaking Birdie.
"Cut it out Gil-kun. I'm still tired from today. Wait 'til tomorrow, eh?" Birdie mumbles.
Alfred glares over at me. "'Still tired'? 'Wait 'til tomorrow'? You did my bro, didn't you?"
"What? That's none of your business! You wanted to know if he was fine or not, and he is!" I yell at him.
"Eh? What's going on?" Birdie asks, sitting up. "Oh, when did you get here Al?"
"C'mon bro. I'll show you I'm way better than this Nazi bastard." He grabs Birdie's hand and pulls him up. He starts dragging him to a room.
"Hey, where are you taking my Birdie?" I ask, trying to get Birdie back. Alfred just pushes me out of the way and quickly goes into the closest room with Birdie, locking the door. He pushes something in front of it. I try to get the door open, but I can't.
Soon enough though, I hear moans and sounds of pleasure and possibly pain from Birdie. Around a minute later, Birdie's yelling his brother's name. I bang on the door, trying to open it and get Birdie away from his brother. I can't open the door thought, and with every noise from Birdie, and every time I hear his brother's name, I grow jealous, very jealous, that it's not me getting Birdie to do that.
Eventually, though it's only a few minutes, it just feels like eventually, the door opens and Birdie comes out in jeans, sobbing and shaking a bit He runs to the guest room down the hall, shuts and locks the door before I can even get a word out. Alfred comes out and starts to yell something down the hall, but I hit him before he can.
"You bastard! How could you do that to him? You hurt him, didn't you? Didn't you?" I hit him again, and feel his glasses break.
"You probably hurt him worse than I did!" he yells, hitting me right back.
"Yeah, well the only thing is, I haven't fucked him yet. He didn't want me to, so I didn't."
"You didn't? You… Oh my God, you didn't. And I just… My God. Dammit. DAMMIT!"
"Yeah, you feel sorry for yourself while I go comfort my boyfriend."
I walk off down the hall to the guest room. Alfred comes with me. I knock on the door. "Birdie? Birdie, c'mon open the door meine Liebe. (my love)" I hear some quiet, shaky sobs escape him and come through the door.
I turn to face his brother. "Damn this is all your fault! You just had to go assuming things, didn't you? You hurt your brother and terrified him." I knock on the door again. "C'mon Birdie, it's me. Unlock the door." Something hits the door and falls to the ground.
"You bastard. He won't come out now. How the hell could you do that to him?" I tell Alfred. I'm infuriated with him. "Leave now and I'll consider not killing you."
"You won't kill me." He smirks a bit.
"Wanna bet?" I grab his hair and bang his head against the wall. I let go of him. "Leave." He glares at me before leaving. I knock on the door again. "Birdie, please let me in. Your brother left."
Thunder strikes and the house shakes a bit. There's a terrified yelp from Birdie. I grab the key on the door ledge and unlock the door. He may not be ready to see anyone, but I need to see him. He's curled into a ball underneath the covers. He's shaking too.
I sit on the bed and pull the covers off him. The bandages are wrapped loosely around his chest as if it was done in a hurry. His hair is messed up, and he's silently crying.
"Birdie, don't cry." I pick him up and hold him against me. He silently cries into my chest while I lovingly whisper comforting words and rub his beck until he falls asleep an hour later.
I take his glasses off and put them on the bedside table as I lay down, holding him. I gently kiss his forehead and watch him sleep in my arms until I drift off to sleep too.
a/n(again, sorry)~ sorry, birdie'll get better, i promise. and sorry for the shortness