To make things more readable, whenever Arthur is conversing with Alfred, his text is italics with underlining, like Elizabeta's, but it will only occur when talking to Alfred since their text looks so similar.
Saturday P.M
(2:19) Oh Birdiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
(2:20) Yes?
(2:21) I got something to tell you.
(2:22) What?
(2:23) Well….Its a surprise….
(2:24) Whats big and white and awesome?
(2:25) I swear to god if you say your dick I am going to go over there and strangle you.
(2:26) I
(2:27) I was not going to say that
(2:28) Yeah, right. I see RIGHT through you, Gil.
(2:29) And I bet you like what you see ;)
(2:30) You know what. I am through with your shit. We're done. We're over. I'm divorcing you.
(2:31) But we were never married!
(2:32) NOW WE ARE. NOW WE ARE FAKE MARRIED. AND NOW I AM FAKE DIVORCING YOU.
(2:33) You cant fake divorce me! I love our fake marriage too much!
(2:34) TOO LATE PAL. I ALREADY HAVE A FAKE DIVORCE LAWYER.
(2:35) YOU CAN GET AS MANY LAWYERS YOU WANT BUT I GOT NO FAKE MONEY.
(2:36) WELL, THEN I GUESS I WILL TAKE OUR FAKE CHILDREN AND GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS FAKE HOUSE.
(2:37) I TRUSTED YOU, GIL.
(2:38) BUT NO.
(2:38) YOU HAD TO GET FAKE FIRED AT YOUR FAKE JOB.
(2:39) AND GO AFTER THAT FAKE PROSTITUTE TOILET.
(2:40) WELL YOU KNOW WHAT.
(2:41) IT'S ALL OGRE NOW.
(2:42) Did you just
(2:43) I DID.
(2:44) YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME. I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH. AFTER ALL IVE DONE FOR YOU.
(2:45) ALL YOU'VE DONE IS DRINK AND HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS! BUT I CAN'T HANDLE IT ANYMORE! IT'S TOO MUCH! I'M NOT PUTTING THE CHILDREN THROUGH THIS! THEY'RE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS KIND OF TRAUMA!
(2:46) This just got deep. Maybe we should slow down.
(2:47) I agree….I guess I went a little too far.
(2:48) Birdie?
(2:49) Yeah?
(2:50) Let's never get divorced again, fake or otherwise.
(2:51) Agreed. And what was this 'big, white, and awesome thing?'
(2:52) A snowman! :D
(2:53) Oh mon Dieu.
(2:54) So are our plans still good for tomorrow?
(2:55) Yep! This is the most anticipated I've ever felt on a Christmas Eve, and that's saying something!
(2:56) So…..Im not the only one on the point of peeing rn right?
(2:57) This is the only time I will ever say this, but stay close to a toilet.
(2:58) Oh my god….The way you and Franny and Toni say it you make it sound like I talk about toilets all the time!
(2:59) Okay Gil. Go to bed.
(3:00) But its only three….?
(3:01) BED. NOW.
Christmas Day
"Luddy, you're going to love him!" Gilbert said enthusiastically to the taller German, who was dressed heavily. It was unusually cold tonight for London, freezing. "I mean, you're not going to love him like Feliciano, because you two are the gayest things on the planet, and-"
"I get the idea, brother," Ludwig said, a bit irritated, though he had a right to be-had to endure nearly an hour and a half's talking from the albino, and it was all about the friendly little Canadian he had befriended.
"Oh, but you don't get the idea, because I'm telling you, Mattie is the cutest little shit I've ever laid eyes on, he has these violet-ish eyes and blond hair that looks orange at the tips sorta, and a little nose that's the tiny bit crooked and it looks perpetually pink, and-"
A car sped past them, splashing them with cold water, but now, even soaking wet, Gilbert didn't falter.
"-he wears these round glasses that make him look ten times more adorable, but he still looks really cute without them, and you'd think he'd be wheezing every other second because of his lung character but he's actually pretty okay, and-"
An awning they had walked under sprinkled snow onto them. Ludwig shivered as his brother rambled on, people pressing in from all sides, going everywhere this Christmas evening. His brother's neon pink scarf was unbearably bright amidst his black coat and jeans, and it made most passersby stare-which then attracted their attention to his silver hair and ruby-colored eyes.
"The clock tower is over there," Ludwig said, abruptly cutting off Gilbert's in-depth description of the cute little coughs Matthew made, pointing across the street. Gilbert's face broke into a wide smile.
"Oh, are we here already? I couldn't tell. Seems like it's only been five minutes, huh?"
Ludwig glanced down at his soaked clothes and red hands from the cold.
If only.
They instantly spotted four figures standing near the clock tower-at least, Gilbert did. He saw at once the blond wearing the hooded jacket and dashed across the street, slipping and sliding on the ice and nearly face-planting into a pile of snow, but managing to do an impressive sort of somersault before hitting the ground.
The family watched with amused expressions as he jumped before Matthew, a wide grin on his face.
"M'lady," He said, dramatically bowing, eyes flickering up to see Matthew's reaction. Matthew gave a sort of grin before looking up as Ludwig crossed the street, a little embarrassed by his brother's actions.
"Dude, he's soooo lame," The blond-haired boy standing next to Matthew said. They had the same face, Ludwig thought, though they had a few small differences-Matthew indeed, did have a nose that seemed the slightest bit crooked, but he wouldn't have noticed if Gilbert hadn't told him about it. The other blond's nose was a bit perky and his facial features seemed to be a bit larger than Matthew's, such as his mouth and eyes, which were framed by rectangular-shaped glasses.
Ludwig assumed this was Matthew's brother Alfred, who Gilbert only mentioned once as 'lame' and 'boring.'
"I'm Ludwig," Ludwig said, extending his hand out to him. Alfred took it and shook it rather vigorously, his eyes still fixed on Gilbert, who was entertaining Matthew by pulling a series of stupid facial expressions.
"The name is Alfred, and before you say it, I know, I'm stunningly good looking," Alfred smiled, a bright, humorous twinkle in his eyes, though all his humor was lost on him, "But, sadly, I'm taken by an espresso named Arthur."
"Espresso?" Ludwig asked, his eyebrows contracting in confusion.
"He's small and bitter," Alfred explained. Ludwig only felt more confused, so he turned to the two people to Alfred's right, who could only be the twin's parents.
"I'm Ludwig," Ludwig said again, extending his hand again, though they both completely ignored it-and went in for a hug. Stiffening slightly as he felt two people hug him at once, Ludwig's eyes darted over to Gilbert, silently screaming save me but Gilbert was too fascinated by a wild curl that stuck out randomly from the Canadian's hair.
They finally released him, beaming.
"I'm Jack," The man said-he had light blond hair and blue eyes, sharing the same face as his sons. Maybe it was genetic.
"And I'm Marie," His wife beamed. Ludwig noticed they were both almost the same height, though the wife was a little taller. They were both, however, taller than their sons, and that was saying something-this family was comprised of giants.
"You're Gilbert's brother, right?" Marie asked. She had a rather friendly air about her, and seemed to have an ever-lasting shine in her eyes.
"Er-"
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Angel!" Gilbert elbowed Ludwig out of the way, nearly pushing his younger brother into a pile of fresh snow. Jack and Marie both raised an eyebrow.
"Angel?"
"Well, obviously, two angels would have had to make one awesome angel," Gilbert beckoned to Matthew, and Ludwig could have sworn he heard 'and a Satanic shit' when his hand waved over Alfred, but it must've been his imagination, because Matthew's parents did respond to that, "And I wanted to meet the two lovely people that made your son."
"Well, thank you!" Marie gushed, reaching forward and crushing Gilbert in a hug, "And Merry Christmas! Our Mattie has told us so much about you-Do us a favor and stay out of the bathroom, we'd rather you not do anything to the toilet!"
Ludwig was pleased to see that his brother's face was burning-he wouldn't be the only one to have suffered a humiliation tonight.
"I'm not-what are you talking about?" Gilbert laughed nervously, sticking his hands in his pockets. He normally had on a pair of normal jeans, but with the skinny jeans he was wearing, he looked very odd with his hands in his pockets.
Marie shared a knowing look with her husband before grabbing his left arm-and Jack, his right.
"We've heard so much about you," Marie gushed.
"And honestly, we couldn't wait when Mattie said we'd finally have the chance to meet you," Jack said, and together, they began dragging Gilbert across the street to their parked car, his feet slipping and sliding on the ice.
Matthew stepped forward, smiling. He was tall, slightly taller than Gilbert, but not as tall as he himself.
"Hi, I'm Matthew," He said quietly, sticking his hand out, and Ludwig shook it, feeling like maybe there was a sane person in this family.
"Ludwig," He cleared his throat awkwardly as they crossed the street after Matthew and Alfred's parents. Attempting to make forced, awkward small talk, Ludwig asked,
"What should I refer to your parents as?"
"Jack and Marie is fine," Matthew answered, "Though Mr and Mrs Jones is acceptable as well."
Ludwig gave him a blank look.
"But I thought your last name was Williams?"
"It is!" Matthew said brightly. Ludwig's eyes darted between Matthew and Alfred, who was playing Candy Crush Saga on his phone.
"But...I thought you two were twins?"
"We are!" Matthew said.
"Half-twins!" Alfred butted in.
Ludwig blinked and slowed down a bit as they walked ahead of him.
Now that sounded complicated.
To be honest, Alfred was getting bored of these people within minutes. Yeah yeah, Mattie met with this white guy who wore pink and skinny jeans and had a funny voice. Big deal.
But his brother appeared to be quite intimidating, and he, the hero, would have to keep a definite close eye on him. At that train of thought, his phone buzzed quietly, he swiped down to see a text message from his bittersweet muffinpop, Arthur.
(8:38) Alfred, you left your Batman underpants at my house. Please retrieve them when convenient.
(8:39) Artie plz save me from this its really painful.
(8:40) I don't think spending time with Matthew is painful. On the contrary, I believe he's much more softer and kinder than you, and a more reasonable boyfriend. But I am your boyfriend, and therefore I'm obliged to pretend I agree with you in saying it's painful.
(8:41) You gotta save me plz i don't know these people they kidnapped me!
(8:42) Alfred, it's your brother's boyfriend...Can't you be nice and make conversation?
(8:43) Uh
(8:43) No?
(8:44) That's hella stupid :/
(8:45) Oh, Alfred….Whatever will I do with you?
(8:46) Idk but I know what you can do to me ;;;;)
(8:47) And this is the part where I wish you good night and let you suffer.
(8:48) NO
(8:48) DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEEEEEE
Seething at his boyfriend's betrayal, Alfred turned his phone off and cast a glare to the albino boy being dragged to the car by his parents. Once they all piled inside it, Jack started the car as Marie said,
"Jack's cooked a wonderful potato cheese casserole at home-you'll love it!"
"And we've got condoms under the cabinet," Jack added. Alfred and Matthew, who were used to this by now, only gave matching sighs. Gilbert, however, turned pink and, grinning, flashed his eyes over to Mattie.
"I….I uh, I….Well," He paused stupidly, "Toni said not to frick frack before we snick snack so I….Uh…"
"Gil?" Matthew said, covering his face with his hands, "Please do us a favor...And shut up."
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