Mein Vögelchen

Thirty Three

The Internet was down this morning so here's a late chapter!!

Matthew and Gilbert spent the next few days in utter bliss. They went for walks in the woods and talked about their lives and spent the nights curled up by the fireplace until Matthew fell asleep and Gilbert carried him to bed.
It was everything the Canadian could have ever wanted. And more.
But all of that changed one night as they sat next to the roaring flame, Matthew's head on Gil's shoulder and Gil's arm around his waist.
"Gil..."
"Ja?"
"Maybe...when this war is over...we could travel the world together?"
"Ja! I vould like zhat. I could take jou to Germany!"
"We could visit Vimmy ridge..."
"Ja!"
"Do you think my identity will be a problem? My passports are probably useless."
"I can call some people. Jou don't need to v-" he halted as the entire room lit up with a blue light. They could hear the blades of a helicopter above their heads.
"What's going on?" Matthew asked.
"I don't know."
Gilbert stood up, ready to fight, when somebody kicked down the door.
"Gil! Get down!" Matthew pulled his fiancé onto the floor just in time. Bullets rained over them, lodging themselves in the wall.
"You okay?" He asked.
Gilbert nodded. "I'm fine." 
"You won't be for long." The stranger took off his mask and his mates piled in behind him.
"Alfred?!" Matthew gasped.
"Kill them, Alfred." Another person stepped into the room, tall and dark. Matthew recognized him  as the head of the agency, a man that Matthew had barely seen but Alfred had close contact with.
"He's my brother!" Alfred declared. "But I'll gladly kill his boy toy."
Matthew moved between Gil and his brother, hoping that Al would come to his senses.
"Alfred, please. I love him."
"I don't care."
"Alfred, you need to kill both of them. A real American would."
"Please! Please don't kill him!"
"I have to, Mattie."
"No! You don't. You can kill him and this whole thing will be over with." Matthew pointed at the agency leader accusingly. "You can live a normal life."
"Yes, Alfred. You can kill me. But I'm the only family you have."
"That's not true, Mattie's family."
"Is he really? Because family would stick with you no matter what."
"But Mattie will stick with me. As soon as I get this asshole in his grave."
"If you kill Gilbert I'll never forgive you." Matthew shouted. "You wouldn't even have to kill me because I'd kill myself first."
"Mattie..." Alfred whimpered.
"You're not serious...are you."
"Of course I'm serious. Don't kill Gilbert. Kill that man."
"Kill me and you're betraying your country. Kill that brat and you're saving it."
"You're not even American, Al. You don't need to defend them."
"Either your country or some idiot who doesn't know how to be loyal."
"Kill him, Alfred."
"Kill them both."
"Alfred!"
"Jones!"
Alfred looked between the agency leader and his younger brother, his eyes darting to the badge on the man's chest and then the ring around Matthew's finger.
The gun in his hand swung back and forth from person to person. He was conflicted.
His captor...
Or his brother?
He moved his aim to Matthew, then the leader, and back again.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
And then...he made his decision. His finger squeezed the trigger and a single bullet flew through the air.
Bang.

Oh dang. A cliffhanger. But the next chapter will be the last chapter and you'll get to see Mattie's funeral. ;)
Adios putas!