I'm so sorry that I've taken so long to update my beautiful readers. I've had Band camp and I've started school and things have just been so hectic that I haven't been able to get on the computer at ALL. I hope that this chapter is a good enough apology. Please forgive me mein friends. I will do my best to try and stay on top of thing this year. Anyway I'm gonna stop talking and get right onto the chapter which you have all waited with the patience of saints to read.

Here's Chapter XIII. Enjoy.

Chapter XIII

Matthew's POV

Gil and I head downstairs, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that Papa cooked instead of Dad. I don't want Gil getting food poisoning. We sit down at the table just as Alfred comes down the stairs. When he sees Gil sitting next to me, he growls.

"What the hell is he still doing here?" he says, pointing accusingly at Gil.

"Alfred, this is Matthew's boyfriend, Gilbert. He is staying for dinner and you are to be respectful to him," Arthur says, giving him a look that just dares him to say something.

Alfred scowls and sits down next to Arthur, across the table from Gil.

Francis emerges from the kitchen carrying the main course, honey glazed ham. Everyone takes a serving, and there's relative silence while everyone fills their plates with food. Said silence is broken when Francis speaks.

"So Gilbert, how did you meet our petite Mattieu?"

"Well we met in the hall at school. He was stuck in his locker and I helped him out. He showed me to my classroom since I didn't know the way," Gilbert answers smoothly.

"Stuck in his locker? Is this true, Mattieu?" Francis asks, looking at me curiously.

"Oui, it was an accident. Someone just bumped into me when I was getting something. The door closed before I could stop it," I say quickly, not wanting him to know about my bullying problem with Ivan. Especially since I have a feeling that I won't be a problem anymore now that I have Gil.

"Okay," he replies, still looking skeptical.

"So, are you new around here? I can't say I can ever recall seeing you before," Arthur asks.

"Ja, I just moved here with mein bruder und mein großervater from Germany," Gil tells him.

"What about your parents?" Arthur inquires. I tense up and look at Gil worriedly, unsure of how he'll react to a question about his dead parents.

"They…um…passed away when I was six in a car accident.. Me und mein bruder were the only ones in our car to survive," he says quietly, looking down at his plate. He heart tightens at seeing him so sad, and I hold his hand under the table, lacing our fingers together and giving his fingers an encouraging squeeze. He looks at me and gives me a grateful smile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I had no idea," Arthur says awkwardly.

"It's okay, Mr. Kirkland. You couldn't have known," Gil replies.

"Well, still. Anyway, do you have any interests or hobbies?"

"I can play a lot of instruments."

"Really? That is nice. How did you learn to play so many?" Francis asks, interested.

"Well, I started with learning the flute from a friend of my family. He was an older guy, but he was really awesome. I called him old man Fritz. He was always there for me. He taught me to play the flute and later the violin. He tried to teach me piano, but it just wasn't my thing. He passed away a few years after my parents, He was a good man. After he passed away, I taught myself to play viola, clarinet, a bit of drums, and my personal favorite besides the Flute and violin, guitar," Gil tells us. I listen closely, wanting to learn more about the boy who stole my heart.

"That's amazing to have taught yourself to play so many instruments," Francis says.

"Danke Herr," Gil replies.

"I don't get what's the big deal. So he can play a few instruments. Big whoop," Alfred cuts in, having been silent until now.

"Alfred! That was extremely rude! Apologize this instant," Arthur scolds, scowling at him.

"Why should I?! He's only trying to get into Mattie's pants! He's a freak Dad!" Alfred yells.

"Alfred Freedom Jones Bonnefoy-Kirkland! You take that back right now! You will not say such things while you are in my house, and certainly not to a guest!" Arthur yells back.

"NO! He's a freak and a Nazi and I don't want him anywhere near my brother!"

Arthur looks like he's about to explode with rage when Gil stands, saying, "I think I should leave now. Danke for the meal, Mr. Bonnefoy, It was delicious."

"Gil, don't go, please," I say, furious at Alfred for saying such a horrible thing about my boyfriend right to his face.

"It's alright, Birdie. I gotta get home anyway or mein großervater's going to start to worry. I'll see you on Monday, okay? I can probably give you a ride to school," he replies.

"That sounds nice. It was a pleasure meeting you Gilbert," Francis says, smiling.

Arthur pulls Alfred into the other room by his ear, calling over his shoulder, "Do come again sometime, and please forgive my son's atrocious behavior."

Gilbert chuckles, 'No problem, Mr. Kirkland."

"Here, I'll show you to the door," I say standing. Gilbert and I walk towards my front door.

"I'm so sorry about Alfred. I can't believe he would ever say such awful things," I say, apologizing profusely.

Gilbert just smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Don't worry about it, Birdie. I had a fun time. Your family certainly is an interesting bunch. I'll give you that," he says with a grin. He bends down and places a soft kiss on my lips upon seeing the uneasy look on my face.

"Don't worry, Birdie. I told you, I love you, and no stupid brother is going to change that," he assures me, pulling me into a hug. He gives me a loving kiss and heads out.

I watch his car turn the corner and head back inside. I head up to my bedroom and lay on my back, staring at my ceiling. Kumajiki crawls onto the bed and rests at my side so I can pet him.

My mind thinks over the events of the past two days. I've been beat up, noticed, comforted, kissed, confessed to, had my secret discovered, and been found by my cousin. I now have an amazing boyfriend who remembers me and loves me. I just hope that now my happiness can last.

With thoughts of Gilbert on my mind, I quickly drift off into pleasant dreams.

A/N: Yeah so short chapter is short. Alfred's an asshole and Arthur and Francis are actually pretty cool parents. And old man fritz has been revealed even if it's in the past and he's already dead….He's still part of the story damn it! Anyways I really hope that you guys like this chapter despite it's shortness and I'll do my best to get the next one out to you as soon as I can.

I love you all mein lovely readers. Reviews make mesuper uber happy. They are what keep me writing this for you and theymake my day. You are all amazing and wonderful fro being patient for me. I love you all and I can't wait to hear your feedback on thischapter. Thanks for reading and not giving up on me.

Here's some room for my lovely beta to put her two-cents in:

I apologize if I missed any errors. As Wolf-chan said, school just started back up, and I'm basically brain-dead. Thus, I will end my note here as to avoid marring this chapter with the incoherent ramblings of a sleep-deprived teenager. On behalf of myself and Wolf-chan, thank you for reading.

As always I love you and until next time mein liebes.

Wolf-chan out.