After their tragic, untimely death, rivals Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland are trapped following their little brothers around.
Life as a ghost is emotionally jarring, as they soon discover, and it's driving them together in a way nothing ever...
A few days passed without anything interesting happening. Matthew and Alfred planned the funeral with the help of Arthur's other brothers. Yes, funeral. They wanted to combine it into one. Arthur was angry about this, but Francis had lost all sense of caring. He aimlessly followed Matthew around the house. Only parting from him when he went to the bathroom. His little brother had been born prematurely which scared their parents. And so, the entire family had always been overly protective and doting over him. Now they kept calling and asking if he wanted to come home. But Matthew wanted to stay. It was better for him, at least. He would have a lot more company here than he would at a retirement village in Florida with only old ladies to talk to. On the third day since the accident, Gilbert appeared at their door. Francis didn't think anything of it. He was probably just expressing his condolences. But when Matthew launched himself into the German boy's arms and started bawling, he started to sense that something was up. The two barely even looked at each other as far as Francis had seen but now here they were, holding each other close as if they had been close for ages. "Gött, Birdie, I'm so sorry." He consoled, petting Matthew's hair. "If somezhing like zhis happened to Luddy, I'd loose it." Wait...Birdie? Did Gilbert have a nickname for Matthew?! "Can we go to my room?" "Ja. Sure." Gilbert lifted Matthew up like a toddler and carried him up the stairs to Matthew's bedroom. "Matthieu?! What are you doing?! You're not allowed wizh boys in your room! It is zhe rule!" Francis shouted as he followed the two through the house to their destination. When he walked in through the closed door Gilbert was lying Matthew down on his back and curling up next to him. What the hell was going on?! "How have Jou been handling zhis? Do Jou need me to stick around?" "I dunno. I'm pretty sure I'll be okay someday...but it's taking some getting used to." Gilbert leaned in and pressed his forehead against Matthew's. Francis could feel his blood boiling. "I'll stay as long as Jou need me to." "Where are you gonna sleep?" Matthew looked nervous. "On zhe couch." "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?" "Mattie, I'd sleep in a pit of snakes if it meant I'd be zhere in a time of need for Jou." Gilbert leaned in to kiss Matthew and Francis clenched his fists as their lips pressed together. "I really wish we told him sooner." Matthew admitted, voice low. How long had they been hiding their relationship from him, exactly? Gilbert used to bring up Matthew in conversations, lightly, as if he had a crush he was hiding. But for the past month or so, the friends hadn't spoken a word of the boy unless Francis or Antonio brought it up. He could only guessing that then was when it hadj happened. "Mattie," Gilbert tucked the young blond into his arms and Francis flamed angrily. "I'm sure he's looking down at us und smiling." "He's probably pissed." Matthew corrected. "You're damn right I am." Francis hissed, storming out of the room.
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