Matthew Williams didn't normally mess up a mission.
But this time, as he watched the tiny yellow bird fly out the window, he knew he had screwed himself royally.
Now Matthew's stuck passing himself off as a human Gilbird, the beloved pet of the ob...
"Birdie, there's a bird seed in my dick. Maybe you should suck it out." -Gilbert at some point, probably
When Matthew woke up the next morning he was no longer on the bathroom floor. He was tucked neatly into the thick sheets of Gilbert's bed, but the German was nowhere to be seen. Not that he could see much without his glasses. "Shit." He muttered, feeling around and hoping that they weren't broken. "Good. Jou're up." A voice said. Matthew turned toward the noise and saw a blurred silhouette in the doorway that kind of looked like Gilbert. "My glasses..." Matthew went back to feeling around, making sure to stay aware of Gilbert's presence. This was the perfect chance to be jumped. "Here..." Gilbert sat down on the bed and put his hand under Matthew's chin. He was so close to the blond's throat. One quick move and it would be all over. "I picked zhem up so zhey vouldn't break." The German slipped the glasses over his face, clearing his vision. "T-thank you." Matthew tried not to show the fear he was feeling. "No problem. Do jou vant breakfast?" Matthew looked down at his lap sheepishly. "Yeah." "Great!" Gilbert held out his hand and Matthew took it. He was pulled out of bed, tugging at his borrowed pyjamas to keep them straight. "Jou know..." Gilbert said as they walked down the stairs, "ve should probably go clozhes shopping since ve have such different sizes." He paused. "Not zhat I mind jou vearing mein shirts." Matthew nodded. "Yeah...good idea." As long as he didn't have to wear stained t-shirts and pants that doubled as capris. "I zhink I have some of mein bruder's stuff lying around. Jou're about his height, but he's ripped as fuck so zhey might be baggy on jou. It'll get jou to zhe mall at least." "Sounds good." Matthew said. Gilbert lead them into the dining room and gestured proudly to the massive stack of pancakes that he had made. "Sweet mother Theresa on the hood of a Mercehdes Benz." Matthew whispered to himself. "Impressive, right?" "Holy shit. I haven't had pancakes in so long." Matthew was on the verge of tears. When was the last time he was allowed to eat his favourite food? He didn't remember anything except porridge at the agency. He hadn't even been allowed to do much eating or sight seeing on field duty. "Bird seed must get really tiring, huh?" "Huh?" "It's all jou got to eat for zhe past few years." "Oh...yeah..." Matthew sat down at the table. He still couldn't believe that after all this time, he was finally allowed to gorge himself on pancakes. "Help jourself." Gilbert sat across from him. His smile was endearing and warm. Matthew used his fork to pluck the top half of the delicacy off the plate and set them on his own. "Do you have maple syrup?" "Of course I do! Who zhe fuck makes pancakes vizhout it?" "Dumb people?" "Dumb people!" Matthew giggled while Gilbert retrieved the syrup from the fridge. "Bone Apple tea!" Gilbert said as he handed it to the Canadian. Matthew dumped a healthy portion of the sweet, heavenly sticky sauce over his pancakes and began to eat. Gilbert followed his actions with a massive smile on his face. "This is so good!" Matthew practically moaned, cheeks filled to capacity with the stuff. He practically inhaled his entire plate in seconds. "Don't overdo it!" Gilbert snorted as he finished his own meal. "I fucking love pancakes!" "Zhen I'll make jou some every morning." "I love you." "Vhat?!" Gilbert coughed. "I mean..." Matthew's face felt hot and he couldn't find words. Maybe he was coming down with a fever. Gil laughed softly. "Let's just get jou dressed so be can head to town."
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