A/N: raped!Matt and angry!Gilbert and confused/motherly!Katyusha and ...odd!Ivan. I honestly didn't know where this was going...

"C-Could we s-stop?"

"And why would we do that?"

"I-I d-don't feel comfortable."

Matthew dry heaved once again into the toilet. His stomach was twisting in pain and each time he heaved, it felt like a concrete brick was pushing down on it. His blonde hair was tied back and he was wearing an old shirt that was used for sleeping now.

Matthew flushed the toilet one last time and dragged his tired body back to his bed. His throat was raw and burning and his legs were jelly. His face was burning with no doubt a fever. Matthew's eyes drooped down and he was soon asleep.

His nap, though, was short lived because not ten minutes later Gilbert Beilschmidt, his very loud, very obnoxious roommate bust into the room. "Hey, Birdie!"

Matthew shot up in bed, not expecting the door to slam against the wall so suddenly. "W-What?"

Gilbert lowered his voice after taking a look at his roomy. "Hey, Birdie… What's wrong?"

Matthew flung back onto the bed, wincing at the pain at the base of his spin. "Nothing. I'm just tired and I think I have a fever."

Gilbert pasted a sly smile on his face. "Up last night, I see."

"W-What?"

"I saw that wince. You only do that after you've got some." Gilbert laughed. "Who was it?"

"T-That's not true!" Matthew spluttered.

"Yeah it was, don't lie. Who? Who?" Gilbert jumped on the bed, bouncing it and making Matthew wince again.

"G-Gil. Stop, that hurts." Matthew's face turned from red to green and he ran from the room to the connected bathroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet again.

Gilbert followed him, sweeping his bangs out of the way. "Dude… Really… What happened?"

After whipping his mouth, Matthew buried his face into Gilbert's stomach. "I-It was Ivan."

At the mention of the Russian's name, Gilbert growled. "You let him touch you?" It was no secret that Gilbert hated the man. He went to great lengths to not be in the same room, let alone the same city as him.

Matthew cried. His face was red again, from the fever and embarrassment. "I-I didn't let him…"

Gilbert could feel Matthew's heart racing in his chest and then feel his own blood and heart racing. "You didn't let him?" Matthew shook his head. "So he…"

"I-I didn't know that's what he came for." Matthew apologized for letting the Russian into their apartment. "I didn't mean to."

"Stop apologizing, Birdie." Gilbert stroked his blonde hair, trying to calm Matthew. "Did he… say where he was staying?" Matthew shook his head.

"I-I think he's with Kat, though…" He shuddered. "D-Don't leave though, Gil."

"I won't leave yet, Birdie." Gilbert pulled Matthew up, got him a glass of water to rinse his mouth and led him back to bed. "I'll get you some soup, Birdie."

"Not chicken."

"Not chicken." Gilbert smirked at their joke. Gilbert was completely against eating chicken since he had owned a little yellow chick as a kid.

He heated up some beef broth and got a few slices of bread and brought it to Matthew. The blonde was nearly falling back to sleep by the time he got back but he eat the soup anyways.

"Thanks, Gil," Matthew said after finishing. "But if I don't keep it down, it's not your fault."

After Matthew fell asleep again, Gilbert locked up the apartment and left a note on the night stand. He was now bound and determined to find that Russian bastard and make him pay for touching his Birdie.

Katyusha's house was nearby in a – no pun intended – neighboring neighborhood. Gilbert knew that the Russian visited his sister a lot so if he wasn't there, she most likely knew where he could find him.

Katyusha answered the door before Gilbert could knock for a second time. Her bright face was smiling and seemed as sweet as ever. "H-Hello, Gilbert. Matvey's not here…" She looked at him questioningly.

"I'm not here for Birdie. Where's Ivan?" He spat out the name, as if it was alive and would bite him if he didn't.

"H-He's in the den. Is something wrong?" Her eyes began watering. "Did something happen to Matvey?"

"Something happened to Birdie and that bastard did it to him."

Ivan walked up behind Kat then. "Ah, Comrade Gilbert! Nice to see you." He was smiling wide and childishly.

Gilbert growled and pushed past Kat and tackled Ivan. Katyusha gasped and began crying. "W-What happened?"

"Your brother's a sick fuck, that's what happened!" Gilbert clawed at Ivan's face. Ivan was on his back, being caught off-guard by Gilbert. He pulled the albino off and sat up, still blocking Gilbert's blows.

"Ah, but Matvey would beg to differ." His voice was still calm and childish.

"W-What happened to Matvey?" Katyusha asked, pulling Gilbert off of her brother. "Is he okay? Where is he?"

"He's sleeping at home, but he," Gilbert pointed at Ivan. Gilbert sighed heavily, not wanting to say it aloud, especially to Kat – she really was a sweet girl. He locked eyes with Kat. His red ones with her golden ones.

She knitted her brows. "I-Ivan w-wouldn't… Would you?" She looked at Ivan. "Matvey is a friend… A very nice friend."

"Yes. Matvey is very nice. He is also very nice in bed." Kat flinched.

Gilbert growled. "Yeah, after you forced him to. I came home to find him throwing up in the toilet. He has a fever and he's sick because of what you did."

Katyusha held him back again. "If it was me, "Gilbert said again. "I would've called the cops and gotten you thrown in jail and let you deal with that stuff.

"Gilbert, don't say those things," Kat begged. "Let me go to Matvey and help him. But please, you and brother can't fight. Please." She looked at both of them and then ran out the door with her keys to help Matthew.

She drove quickly to Gilbert and Matthew's apartment and knocked on the door, worrying if she woke Matthew. "M-Matvey," she called when no one answered. She knocked again and the door opened.

"Kat?" Matthew gave her a weird look when she scooped him into a hug.

"I-I'm so sorry my brother would do something like that. I-I had no idea. He came home last night and he wouldn't tell me why and I was worried and, and…" She cried into his shoulder. "G-Gilbert is with Ivan and I came over to help you." She looked at him. "A-Are you alright?"

Matthew gave her a warm smile. "I'm fine. Come sit down and I'll make some tea." Katyusha noticed he was still in sleep clothes and blushed.

"I-I didn't wake you up did I?"

"No. I woke up a few minutes after Gil left… T-They're not fighting are they?" He asked from the open kitchen.

Kat shook her head. "I-I don't think so… Though… I think it's more of hope than anything… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left them alone."

"It's alright. Gilbert knows that he can't actually hurt Ivan without getting into some kind of trouble, so…" He handed Kat a cup of tea.

"Thank you. B-But… you're alright? I-He didn't… hurt you, did he?" Kat was frustrated at how to ask.

Matthew blushed too. "N-No. B-But… you know… I did… say no."

"I'm so sorry, Matvey. I can't stand to think that Ivan would do something like that."