Unreasonably large Re Cap: When Gilbert finally reached the door, he was met with a soaking wet Alfred, but that's not what caught Gilbert's eye. In the soaking man's arms, was an unconscious Matthew, who appeared to be damper than the elder. The Canadian was wrapped in the bomber jacket that Alfred had been wearing earlier that day, over his soaking wet clothes. But what stood out the most to Gilbert was the small lump of white fur laying on the Canadians middle.
"Help him!" Alfred pleaded, readjusting the smaller male in his arms. "Please!" Gilbert's eyes widened, before urging the male to enter the building.
Alfred had a lot of explaining to do, and Gilbert wasn't going to wait for the males convenience.
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Gilbert's POV:
"Francis!" Gilbert cried, leading the man into the living room.
"Oui, what is--" the Frenchman saw the two standing before him. "Mon dieu! Is he okay?"
"I'm.... I'm not sure," Alfred admitted. "Can you help him? Please? He's all I have."
Francis raised an eyebrow, but nodded nevertheless.
"Right this way," the Frenchman made a hand waving motion. "Gilbert, make yourself useful and get some blankets."
"Ja, on it," Gilbert replied, running to his room to retrieve the requested materials. When he came back, the three were no where to be seen. Gilbert went down the hall, checking each room, until he reached the guest bedroom. Inside this room, he heard two voices, which belonged to Francis and Alfred.
"Are sure putting more water on him is a good idea?" Inquired the voice of Alfred.
"It's warm water, you fool, I know what I'm doing," replied Francis in utter annoyance. Gilbert decided that it was time for him to enter, so he followed suit. When he entered the room, the picture he saw just about broke his awesome heart.
Alfred and Francis were knelt down beside the bed in which Matthew was currently laying in, and for the first time since he met his friend, he saw pure hopelessness on the frenchmans face. Matthew wasnt looking too good, his face pale, maybe even paler than Gilbert's - and that's saying a lot-, his lips blue, and his skin damp. The poor guy looked miserable.
"What happened to him?" Gilbert growled, turning to Alfred. "And don't think for a second that you have a choice whether to tell me or not." Alfred sighed, standing up from his brothers bedside.
"I knew I'd have to tell you eventually...." the man scratched the back of his neck. "Well... it went like this."
Flashback
"Come on Alfie! We're almost there!" The younger of the two whined, yanking the elder's arm, forcing him forward.
"Mattie! We've been walking forever!" Alfred complained. "Where are you taking me anyways?"
"It's a surprise~" Matthew replied, winking at his brother.
Soon enough, the two had reached their destination, Alfred of course taken aback by the final destination of their long journey.
They were on the top of a cliff, which hung over a large body of newly-exposed water. Of course they weren't drastically high up, twenty feet at the most, but it was high enough to get a firm grasp of the surrounding scenery. The trees surrounding the area only added to the captivating display.
It was absolutely beautiful.
"D-Do you like it?" stuttered the younger brother.
"It's so cool Mattie! We'll have to bring Artie here sometime!" The elder replied, wrapping his arm around his brother.
"Who?"
"What! I've never told you about Artie?" Matthew shook his head, causing Alfred to gasp. "He's kind of like my Francis, you'd love him!"
"I'm sure I would Alfie," replied the younger of the two. Small talk like this continued, until something caught the majestic Matthew's attention.
"Did you see that?" Matthew inquired, pointing towards a group of bushes.
"See what?"
"There was something white over there.... hang on a second," Matthew somewhat hopped over to the bushes, and spread the leaves, only to reveal a white pomeranian.
"Mon dieu it's so cute!" Gushed the Canadian, picking up the small creature. "Look Alfie!"
"Where the hell did that come from?"
"Since when do you have common sense?" Teased the Matthew. "Just enjoy its fluffy cuteness!" The shouting seemed to startle the puppy, causing it to wriggle out of the canadians arms, and running away from the brothers.
"Wait!" Called the younger, following the small mammal.
"Mattie! Where are you goin'?" The elder called out following the Canadian.
This, of course, did not last long.
The pup ran close to the edge of the clifd, backing away slowly from the two males. Matthew rushed towards the small creature, only to trip over a rock that was placed there merely to benefit the plot. This sent Matthew tumbling over the edge, plunging into the watery abyss below.
"MATTIE!" Alfred called after the younger, but recieved no reply, other than the sound of his brothers body breaking the surface of the water, sinking deep into the fluid.
End of Flashback
"And so... I grabbed the puppy, for reasons beyond me, and ran down the path. I was lucky there were people down there to get him out of the water, otherwise...." Alfred stopped, looking over to his brother. "He'll be all right, right?"
"Of course he'll be fine! He's a tough kid, he'll be okay," Gilbert replied, half assuring himself.
"Oui, he should be fine within the next few days," Francis turned to me. "as long as he gets plenty of rest. Sorry, mon ami, no sex for a while," Gilbert's face turned bright red, while Alfred began glaring daggers at the albino.
"W-What! I would never- Well maybe not never but- no no no wait! Fuck!" Francis rolled his eyes with his sassiness, before returning his attention to his poor little baby. Meanwhile, Alfred had already begun throwing various items at the albino.
"Stay. Away. From my. BROTHER!" Alfred shouted, preparing to throw a literal couch at the man.
"Woah woah woah take it easy! I haven't done anything to your brother yet!"
"YET?!" Screeched the American, trying harder than ever to lift the couch, only to see it flatten the albinos face.
"Did I say that?" Gilbert tilted his head to the side, half out of confusion and half knowing that the American was actually trying to throw a couch at his face.
"Yeah, you kinda did!" Alfred hissed, finally managing to get the chair in his arms. But before the American got the chance to try his luck, he was interrupted by a familiar British accent.
"Alfred you put that couch down or so help me I'll stick it so far up your ass your grandchildren will taste it!"
Momma Artie has arrived.
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(A/N): Yes, after many threats from a certain SOMEONE *cough cough wellFrUKthis cough*, I have decided that FrUK would fit into the plot better (or so [s]he thinks). Also sorry for so many Gilbert POVs, Matthew's kind of unconscious so..... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'll make a Matthew POV as soon as possible, okay? Okay.
Author out! *disappears like some Harry Potter shit*
