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...
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"Where's Mattie?" Feliciano's voice stirred Matthew from his slumber just a little. He still kept his eyes closed and the blanket pulled up to the tip of his ears. He could hear the crack of the fire Gilbert must have started in the fireplace. "He's sleeping on zhe couch. He got sick." "Oh no! We have to get him better! I'll make spaghetti with lots of garlic so he'll get healthy in no time!" "Vhat?" Matthew could hear Ludwig's eyebrow raise in his voice. "Ja. Go ahead. I don't know how much he'll eat, zhough." "He's going to leave jour kitchen in shambles." "Vhatever. Just let him do his zhing." Matthew tucked himself deeper into the blanket cocoon, coughing into his fist. "I zhink he's avake." Ludwig said. "Ja. Just leave him for now." "Schiße. He spilled tomato sauce all down jour counter." "Whoa! Zhat's quite a mess! Ludwig, clean it up like a good little bruder." "Zhis is jour house." "Und it's jour boyfriend." "Ja. Vell, at least mein boyfriend doesn't smell like zhe inside of a tree!" "Don't sniff mein boyfriend?!" "I had no choice. I can smell it all over jou all zhe time now!" "Alright! Let's take zhis outside, right now!" "Jou're on!" There was some shuffling and the slam of doors. Matthew sat up, head dizzy, worried that the pair was going to get hurt. Feliciano came into the room, wooden spoon in hand, and sat at the blond's side. "How are you feeling?" "Shitty." Matthew explained. "Are they going to be okay out there?" "Sí. They do this all the time. It's only play fighting." "Oh. Good." "They're actually really close. They lost their parents at a young age so Gilbert did most of the rearing...well...Luddy did more later on. Gilbert's a bit of an idiot...no offence." "He is an idiot." Matthew agreed endearingly. An idiot that he just couldn't get over, no matter how much he was hurt. "But really, after their mentor died, all they really had was each other." And then I came along and Ludwig had me but Gilbert really didn't have anybody..." Feliciano sighed. "But you're here so he doesn't have to be lonely anymore!" "Yeah. That's good." Too bad Gilbert didn't want him. "I honestly thought he was going to die alone with only that little canary of his." Feli looked over to the cage not far from the couch. Gilbird was inside, swinging on his little perch. "Come on, Feli. It's time to go." Ludwig walked through the back door, dirt on his clothes and hair dishevelled. "Wow! You won already! That's my big strong Luddy!" "Ja ja. Let's get out of here before he yells at me for breaking his flower pots." Ludwig turned and gave Matthew a quick nod. "Sorry for leaving so soon." "It's okay. I just wish I was feeling better." Matthew managed a weak but polite smile. "Danke." "De rein." Ludwig and Feliciano strolled out of the home before Gilbert could even come inside. Matthew looked back over to the bird cage, slipping off the couch and crawling on the floor as far as the chain and shackle would let him go. By the time his foot was pulled as far as it would go, he was sitting right at eye level with the cage. "I'm sorry, little guy." He whispered, running his hands along the thin bars. "I'm sorry for all of this."
In his punk phase, England ripped open tea bags and smoked the leaves like like a dart pass it on.
