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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Once Francis and Peter left, things got kind of lonely. The only company Matthew had was Kumamanhunt who now lived inside the house. His days were spent wandering around the cabin and then into the woods once he worked up the nerve to explore that far. He picked flowers and climbed trees and did all those little things he hadn't done since he was a child. He really liked the peace and quiet of the woods. But it was lonely. Matthias stopped by every once in a while to restock supplies but he had been coming less and less as the weeks went by. He assumed the Dane was either under strict surveillance or a war had begun. The last time they talked, Matthias had mentioned it. America was at war with Mexico and was threatening to attack Canada as well. From there they would go after Greenland, like some disgusting game of Risk. Day after day, the loneliness ate at Matthew. He thought about all his friends at the agency, about Francis and Alfred. How were they doing? Was Francis able to get back into the agency? Was he still alive? Of course he was. Francis wouldn't get into trouble that easily. And what of Alfred? Was he behaving? Probably not. The last mission Matthew remembered Ivan being on was in Russia. The agency wanted to slip through Alaska and attack from there but for that plan to work they needed troops in Canada as well. The Canadian army was the only one immune enough to the cold to beat Russia, after all. Lars was somewhere in Greenland, but Matthew knew the Dutchman wasn't loyal in the least. He wouldn't allow America to take that much. A month into Matthew's seclusion, he was deteriorating in mental state. He hadn't seen Matthias in a week and the rain had been keeping him indoors. He had been talking to Kuma a lot but the bear didn't like sleeping in his bed so he always spent his nights alone. He started rearranging his bedsheets into a pile so he could have something that resembled human contact. It was a sad life. On one of these nights, Matthew woke up to a loud crash coming from the front door. He sat up in bed, terrified. It could have been Kumajirou. That's what he told himself until he heard footsteps. Human footsteps. He slipped out of his bed and grabbed the bat he kept by his bedroom door before he stepped into the hallway and faced the human silhouette he saw. "Who are you?" He asked, keeping his voice stern and threatening. "I'm...Kumajirou...but I turned human." "Wait...what?" Matthew blinked. This was preposterous. And yet... So familiar... "Prove it." The stranger's hand reached out to where the light switch was, flicking it upward so that Matthew was blinded with light. "First of all, zhere's mein vhite hair..." Matthew blinked away the spots in his vision, gasping at what he saw in front of him. "G-Gil!" "Nein! I'm Kumajirou! I told jou!" Gilbert gaped. "I lost a bet vizh a fairy und now I'm H-woah!" He was cut off when Matthew jumped at him, knocking him to the floor. "I was so worried!" Matthew started to cry, all the happiness and sadness he had been feeling spilling out in liquid form. "Shhhhh. I'm here now. Zhat's all zhat matters." Matthew pulled away slightly, getting a good look at his face for the first time in ages. "You're injured." He prodded at the dark bruises all over his pale skin. He started to worry. "What happened to you?" "I'll tell jou everyzhing in a moment." Gilbert promised. "But can jou get me somezhing to eat? I'm starving."
