A/N: Alright guys! So here's another story from moi! It looks like this is going to be a two three or four shot. I actually kind of like this story, and I obviously had the intentions to make it a one shot because of the speed it's moving, but in the next couple chapters, I'll slow it down a bit. Anyway, I hope you guys like this as much as I liked the idea of it. I honestly think that this will be perfect for the pairing.
Warnings: well none in this chapter, expect yaoi, boyxboy in later chapters and what not. Probably no smut though unless someone wants to write it for me…that is me asking by the way
It was heartwarming to see the two boys playing together in the large backyard of the orphanage. They were about the same age, around 5 or 6, and had been dropped off at the orphanage within weeks of each other. From the moment they could stand, the staff knew that the two were complete opposites, from their complexions to their personalities, but they were the closest friends there. It was heart breaking to see them split up. Young Matthew was adopted by a man and his husband on his seventh birthday. He tried to convince them to adopt Gilbert as well, but they insisted that the other child they had adopted would be enough company for him. It was the only time the staff had ever seen the young blond throw a fit. Tears streaked down his face and he screamed out for his friend, but Gilbert had isolated himself to his room, already feeling the loss of his only true friend. When he was finally calmed down, Arthur and Francis, his adopted parents, helped him gather his things and put them into the car. All the children and staff gathered outside the orphanage and waved goodbye to him and Matthew pressed his face against the back window, looking for one person in particular, but he didn't see him. His first true friend never said goodbye to him.
14 years later
Matthew sat in the back of his classroom, furiously writing down the answers to the last few questions on his exam. He sighed when he finished his exam and fled the classroom, the freedom of Christmas break washing over him. He felt a sudden weight over his shoulders and he groaned, his brothers loud voice ringing in his ears.
"Yo bro, you done with your exams yet?" Matthew just rolled his eyes. "Yup. Finished my last one about 2 minutes ago. What about you Al?" Alfred Jones Bonnefoy-Kirkland straightened his jacket and wore a smug grin on his face. "Damn straight I did. Aced all of them too." Matthew just rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you did Al, just like you aced the finals last semester." Alfred just pouted, shoving his younger, adopted brother playfully. "That wasn't my fault Mattie. None of the teachers liked me and you know it."
Before they realized it, they were already at Matthew's dorm. "Listen, I'll be by around noon tomorrow to come grab you. That chill dude?" Matthew just nodded. "Yup. See ya then Alfred." Matthew walked into his room, stepping in and setting his bag on his computer chair and then flopped down on his bed. Now he had to prepare himself for a month off staying at home with his brother and father. He groaned. It's not like he didn't love his family, but even after 12 years with them, he wasn't used to their antics.
It had seemed like only five minutes ago, Alfred was leaving him alone in his dorm when Matthew heard a banging sound on the door. He groaned, and opened his eyes. Damn, he had fallen asleep. He glanced over at his open suitcase, noticing that it was mostly full. Oh well, he would have to deal with doing his laundry a couple times over break. He rolled his eyes when his brother pounded on his door again. He opened it up and let his obnoxious brother in.
"Finally Mattie, when you didn't answer my texts and calls last night I got worried and decided to come over first thing, so here I am!" Alfred grinned at him, his child like grin making Matthew realize that his brother felt like the hero again for no reason. He sighed and glanced at his clock. 8:30 am. He looked back at Alfred and laughed. "Wow Alfred, I didn't know you could wake up this early! Now you can help me finish packing." Matthew smiled at his brothers pout. "But Mattie, dad said he had a surprise for you today and that you need to be home sooner!" Alfred told his younger brother, a childish smile on his face. Matthew just rolled his eyes. "It'll take me like 5 seconds; just let me throw a couple more things in here ok?" Matthew tried to be patient with his older, adopted brother. Alfred just pouted. "Fine. Just hurry up." Alfred plopped himself down and watched Matthew pack.
Matthew went around his room and tossed a few more hoodies in his suitcase and then he goes to his bedside table, opening up the top drawer and pulling out a photograph of him with his friend from the orphanage. He smiled at the picture and he placed it in his suitcase carefully and then zipped it up. "Alright Al, we can go now." It was funny to watch his brother spring up and race towards the door. Matthew followed him out the car and loaded up his suitcase and got into the passenger seat, leaning back.
"So what's this big surprise that dad and papa have for me?" Matthew asked, raising an eyebrow. Alfred grinned. "You know that orphanage the adopted you from?" Matthew nodded, frowning slightly. It's not that he didn't have good memories of that place, but it was an orphanage, a place where he had been dropped off by a mother who didn't want him. "'Course I do Al. How could I forget it?" Alfred sighed softly, "I know it's not your favorite thing to talk about, but they got a hold of dad and papa. Your birth mother contacted them. She wants to meet you Mattie. It took convincing, but finally papa caved. I think dad was all for it the minute he heard that she wanted to meet you, but papa, well you know how protective he is." Matthew just sat there, letting it all sink in. His mother, the woman that gave birth to him, wanted to meet him. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes and he couldn't come up with a response. "H-hey…Mattie, don't be sad! Don't cry! Listen, even if you meet her, you're still my brother and dad and papa are still your parents. She just gave birth to you." Matthew felt the corners of his lips twitch into a smile. He looked at his brother. "Thanks Alfred. It's just…a little overwhelming you know? How would you feel if your parents wanted to see you after they gave you up?" Matthew's voice cracked slightly and he whipped his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Alfred sighed and nodded. "I know Mattie. Listen, I'll go with you if you want. So will dad and papa if you want them to." Alfred shot a smile over to his brother, trying to lighten things up a bit. The young Canadian smiled, "ok, but I'll hold you to that. Do you know when she wants to meet me?" Alfred shook his head. "Dad knows all the details; he'll fill you in when we get home." Matthew nodded, and the rest of the car ride was silent.
When they got home, Matthew was brought into a tight hug. He smiled and hugged his papa back, kissing both his cheeks, and then hugging his dad just as tightly. Unlike Alfred who had decided to save money and live at home, Matthew had wanted to get out of the house, so his parents didn't see him as often. The evening passed by slowly, and finally over dinner, Matthew brought up the subject of his birth mother.
"Alfred told me about my birth mom. That she wants to meet me. I was just wondering…when and where does she want to meet?" His father's looked shocked, and Arthur, their dad, shot Alfred a glare. "Well yes, you see, we were going to tell you about that tomorrow, but now that it seems you know, she wants to meet you next week at the orphanage." Arthur told him. "But of course you do not have to go if you don't want to!" Francis, their papa, told him. Matthew shook his head. "I do actually…I really do. But, I want you guys to come with me. She needs to meet the people who made me who I am today." Arthur and Francis smiled at their son. "Of course we'll come with you lad, your father and I are so proud of you!" Arthur told him. The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter and reminiscing.
The following week, Matthew found himself in the backseat of his papa's car, in a pair of nice clean jeans and his hockey jersey. He had become quite good at it in college and was now, proudly, the captain of the best team in their league. He and Alfred joked around in the back of the car on the way to the orphanage, but as they got closer, Matthew felt as if his heart was going to explode it was beating so quickly. His breath caught in his throat when he felt the car stop in front of the orphanage. Arthur looked back at his son. "Do you want us to come with you or would you like us to park and come in later?" Matthew took a deep breath, thinking about it. "I'll go in by myself. I'll see you in there though ok?" Alfred nudged him playfully, his way of saying good luck and his father's smiled at him proudly. "Alright cherie, we'll see you soon." Francis said. Matthew slipped out of the car and walked into the small building, looking around. Nothing had changed much. He checked his phone. He had 10 minutes before he was supposed to meet her. He bit his lip and decided to take a walk around his old him.
Before too long, he found himself in the dormitories. He smiled softly and looked at all the neatly made beds. He made his way to the end of a row and dropped to the floor, feeling around for something, laughing triumphantly when he found it. He and Gilbert had carved their names under the side paneling of the bed the day before Matthew had to leave. He traced their names fondly, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He jumped and hit his head when a loud voice rang out.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?" Matthew groaned and rubbed the back of his head, slowly getting up, looking at the ground, his voice soft. "S-sorry…I lived here as a kid and me and a friend carved our names on his bed before I was adopted. I just wanted to see if it was still there." Matthew stood there, twiddling his thumbs, refusing to look up and face the man scolding him. He heard footsteps, and he flinched slightly when a hand found its way under his chin and brought his head up. Matthew's eyes met crimson eyes, and his violet eyes widened. He took a step back, the man's hand dropping. He was tall with a broad chest and broad shoulders to match. He was incredibly pale, albino even, with silver hair and astonishing crimson eyes. No way this is little Gil…no way!
Matthew thought his heart racing. Little did he know, Gilbert was thinking almost the same thing.
A/N: Alright, I hope you guys are enjoying it! The next chapter should follow pretty quickly and I'll try and have it done by the end of next week. So please Rate and Review! Much appreciated!