{Hetero PruCan} What's in her Shoes?

Part 2

//Pease forgive any typos. There are more than likely a few x'D Also, yes. I am a victim of using google translate for the German/French used in this part. (I'd also like to point out that Gillian is very much like Matthew in terms of 'being notcied', but it's more or less 'Not really recognised and not the favourite sibling'.) CAUTION!! Cussing ahead!!//

Matthew balanced the phone in his hand as his mind ticked over, debating on whether this was in fact a good idea. He sighed heavily and slowly put in Gilbert's number, waiting patiently for the handset to dial and reach Gilbert on the other end of the line. A few moments passed and Matthew grew ever frightful and nervous. "Guten tag?" Gilbert said rather flatly.

"Hey Gil, it's uh- Matthew." He murmured, feeling a bit conflicted with his decision.

"Birdie! How's my awesome little guy been?" Gilbert beamed, his smile could almost be heard through the phone. "Well, you probably aren't that little now, are you?" He chuckled loudly.

Matthew forced a chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I'm pretty tall now... But, I didn't exactly call you for a friendly chat..."

"You didn't?"

"No... I actually uh- called you because... You see... Your sister is here."

"Monika? Really?" Gilbert quizzed, a bit confused.

"Non, Gillian."

"Oh, /Gillian/." He said, none too pleased. "I'll come right over and pick her up. She hasn't caused any trouble for you, has she?" He growled lightly, the faint sound of keys jangling catching Matthew's attention.

"No!" Matthew fretted, his voice raised. "I-I mean, no, she hasn't... She's been having trouble though... I was wondering if you could come and pick her up tomorrow? It's kinda late now..." He trailed off, briefly gazing at his kitchen clock that read 11:25pm. "And she's sleeping it off."

"It?" Gilbert pressed.

"Oh-" Matthew perked up, "Emotional issues or something... I don't entirely know what's going on, but I'd rather let her stay the night..." Although it was silent for a moment, Matthew could hear Gilbert nodding from the other end of the line as he set his keys back down.

"Ja, alright. As long as she's not bothering you, Matthew." He sighed.

"Come around tomorrow morning, I'll see you then."

"Ja, sure." Gilbert said, almost relieved as Matthew quickly hung up the phone. He leant heavily on his counter as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders - glad that he had possibly done some justice for the stranger in his bed.

Matthew set the handset back onto the charger and wandered slowly to a three-man couch that was in the front room. He ran a tired hand through his mid-length hair (being careful to dodge his ahoge) as he shuffled to a small fireplace, flicking some knobs until it flared to life. "That's better..." He droned to himself, falling to the couch like a sack of potatoes - kicking his feet up and staring thoughtfully at the roof. "I hope tomorrow goes well." He whispered, taking off his thick, round glasses and setting them aside, vigorously rubbing his eyes in order to soothe the irritation. "Only time, and a good breakfast, will tell..." He chuckled softly, allowing his arms to sag to the floor and his eyelids to drift close.

Before he knew it, Matthew was woken by the sun's rays pouring through the still-open window and the sound of Kumajiro's paws tapping on the tiles in the kitchen. Matthew moaned loudly and rolled over, only to be greeted by the hard ground. "Argh..." He growled, shielding his eyes from the morning sun as it obstructed his vision (more so than not having his glasses on). He continued to cover his eyes with his hands as he sat up slowly, recollecting his thoughts. "The couch...?" He said, his voice still gruff. He pulled his hands away and rolled his eyes, pulling himself from the ground. "Oh yeah, Gillian..." He recalled, feeling about for his glasses. Matthew felt the lenses of his glasses and swiftly picked them up and placed them on the bridge of his nose, his vision soon clearing. "Kuma!" Matthew gasped, stumbling to the kitchen. "Kuma?" He called again, holding onto the doorframe as he stuck his head into the kitchen's entrance. Strangely, he wasn't there. Matthew dashed down the hall to his bedroom door, slowing his steps as he came closer to the door, being careful as not to wake the possibly sleeping German. His brows knitted in confusion as he heard soft singing and music - although he couldn't make it out properly. Matthew pressed his ear against the door, straining to hear the music that played only softly. "I've heard this before..." He murmured to himself very quietly. He was right though, he had heard this song before, but he didn't know where. "I continue circling, with nothing but my hate and a carousel of agony.~" She sung, Matthew only catching snippets through the door. "But it wouldn't mean a thing, if I told you how I feel~" Matthew smiled, enjoying the sweet sound of Gillian's voice.