Blood and Tears

Actions and Consequences.

A.N: References to the abuse of Matthew's curl and Matthew threatening Gilbert. XP ENJOY!

Gilbert POV~

        I woke up before Matthew did that morning and I watched him sleep. I rubbed his cheek idly with my thumb and he sighed in his sleep. He looked so calm and at ease. I smiled and slowly leaned over to kiss his forhead. So damn cute... I thought as he shifted and snuggled into his pillow. Some time later, my stomach made it's presence known. "Crap." I climbed out of the bed and into the kitchen. After I ate some toast (nowhere near as good as Birdie's pancakes I add), I headed back upstairs to wake Matthew up. I smiled when I saw that he was still sleeping. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself on top of him.

        I shook his shoulder lightly and he rolled over, still asleep. "Birdie, time to get up..." He mumbled something and continued to slumber. "Birdie..." I shook his shoulder a little harder. He opened one violet eye and looked around tiredly. He blinked slowly, then shut his eye. "Nein. Jou have to get up now Birdie. Come on... Up ve go." He rolled over the other way. "Don't wanna..." He groaned. I sat up a little and put my hands under his arms and lifted him up a tiny bit. "Gil! Don't wanna move! Tired!" I giggled at his childish voice. "Nein, jou have to get up." He huffed and opened one eye. "Five minutes?"

        I giggled again at his pout. "Alright, fine. Five more minutes." Almost imedietly, he flopped back onto the bed, already asleep. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen and decided to cook breakfast for him. "Sure, how hard could it be?" Sadly some time later, Matthew came tumbling down the stairs at the fire alarm to put out the fire on the stove. He stared at me after opening a window. I put my hands up in surrender. He shook his head and laughed. Relived of the glare, I laughed along with him. "Just what were you trying to cook, eh?" I lowered my eyes. "Pancakes..."

        His eyes started to water because he was laughing to hard. "It's not funny! I vas trying to make jou food!" His violent laughs slowed down. "Gil, whatever is in that pan is not edible." He managed to get out between laughs. I pouted. "Fine. Toast for jou zhen." He sighed and sat down in the living room, glancing around at the now full walls. I felt my cheeks heat up when he looked back at me. "You really did miss me, didn't you?" I nodded and sat down on the couch next to him. "I zhought zhat jou veren't coming back." I wrapped my arms around him. "I vas lonely vithout jou beside me."

        I could feel him smile into my shirt. "I didn't know I was in a coma Gil. My mind... made this other world... kinda. It was like everything was alright, nothing was wrong. You were there too. You acted just like you would in real life. I couldn't decide what was real or fake." He paused and pulled back to look into my eyes. His violet eyes gazed at me. I got lost in his eyes, they were just so beautiful. No, something more than beautiful. Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe how awesome his eyes are. "Gil?" His voice broke through my train of thought. "Hmm?" He poked me in the nose.

        "What are you thinking about?" I snickered. "What? What's so funny?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. "About." He looked confused. "Huh?" I pulled him onto my lap. "About. From vhat I hear about Canadians, zhey're supose to say 'aboot' instead of 'about'." He smacked me over the head. "That's a dumb stereotype you hoser! What about you Germans, eh? Beer with your breakfast?" I pouted and grumbled under my breath. "What was that?" He asked, a smug look on his face. "I said, zhat's a stereotype alright! But it doesn't hurt vonce und a vhile... at least for me." I laughed and he sighed.

        "Alright. So what do we do today?" I shrugged and picked him up. "Dunno. Bushy-Brows said it might be a good idea to take jou home to Canada." Matthew kicked his legs in the air and watched me as I walked up the stairs to his bedroom. I set him down and I focused on his face. Mmm... He is so beautiful. Und awesome. Something caught my eye and I focused on it. A single wayward curl fluttered in front of his face. I reached for it and Matthew pulled back. "Don't touch it!" That only fuled my curiosity. "But vhat is it?" I kept reaching for it. "Gilbert! Non!" He backed away, but I matched his steps.

        He reached behind him and pulled out a hockey stick. "Gilbert, stay. I will use this." I giggled and reached for him again. "Nein jou von't. Jou love me." He hit me in the head with it. I clutched my head and pouted, fake tears filling my eyes. "Ow! Birdie, vhy? Zhat hurt. I zhought jou loved me." He smiled and stuck out his tongue. "Well next time, do as I ask. And don't touch my curl!" I pouted even more. "But vhy? It's just hair." He stuttered his next words. "W-well I j-just don't l-like people t-touching my h-hair." I smirked. "But I touch jour hair all zhe time!" He hit me over the head again.

        "Ow! Alright! I'll stop!" He smiled and put the hockey stick back. "Bon." While he had his back turned, I lunged at him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "AH! Gilbert! No! Let go of me!" I shook my head and threw him onto the bed. I pinned him there and smiled. "I vin." He thrashed under me, cursing me out. "Vhy are jou being so mean to me? I haven't seen jou for five months Birdie! I missed jou!" He stopped moving. "I missed you too Gil, but missing me is no reason to pin me to the bed!" I smiled.

        "Yes it is. Now I get to see vhy jou don't vant me touching zhat hair." His eyes widened. "Gil, no!" I pinned down his hands. "Gilbert Beilschmidt! I swear if you touch my curl, I will shove that hockey stick so far up your ass, no surgion will ever be able to get it out!" I froze, both by the use of my full name and the threat which I highly doubt he wouldn't do if I did pull that strange curl. I smirked at him. "Joy vouldn't dare." He glared at me with one eye. "I can and I will. Get off."

        I pouted, then smiled and leaned down to his ear. "Fuck you, I'm awesome." I shifted my weight but kept him pinned down. "What are you-?" I leaned down and kissed him full on the lips and he slowly melted into it. I let go of his wrists and his arms wrapped around my neck, and my arms pulled him closer to me. Our kiss became more heated and we pulled away for air, a trail of saliva connecting our mouths. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Vhat does it look like?" I stole another kiss and grabbed his curl smirking. He gasped and his back arced.

The following scenes have been cencored. Haha, no sexy times for you!

~Matthew POV.

        I limped into the living room and lay across the couch. I heard Gilbert chuckling from the doorway. "I hate you... Soooo fucking much..." He scoffed and walked over. "No jou don't. Du liebst mich." I was quiet. He was right, I didn't hate him, I loved him. "Oui, I do. But," I sat up a little, careful not to move so much. "I'm still going to shove that hockey stick up your ass." His face paled and he ran out of the room, screaming something in German. I sat there for a minute, looking at where he disappeared out of my sight and giggled. "Well, when I can move anyway."

        It was quiet for the next few hours, Gilbert would ocasionally look into the living room and try and guess if I was sleeping or not. He would slowly walk forward and sit down on the floor, then stare at me. One time when I opened my eyes and made a move to get up, he went screaming into the bathroom, yelling 'Bitte nicht vergewaltigen mich mit dem Hockeyschläger!' Later he told me it meant 'Please don't rape me with the Hockey stick!' I never did, but I hit him over the head a couple of times with it.

        Finally I convinced him that I wasn't going to hurt him anymore, we sat silently on the couch watching 'The Amazing Race Canada' on the tv. After a while Gilbert moved so that he was curled around me and an hour later he was asleep. Kuma came and joined us on the couch, falling asleep as well. I yawned and turned off the tv, turning to curl into Gilbert's chest. After 10 minutes of their quiet breaths, I too fell asleep, smiling and happy to be alive and loved.

~I DID IT! ARE YOU PROUD OF ME?! NOBODY IS GOING TO COME AT ME WITH PITCHFORKS ARE THEY?! I hope not... You thought you were going to get sex weren't you? NOPE! Well, maybe... I haven't written smut before... Ah, well!

Hope you guys Enjoyed!