Gilbert ran down the street, the owner of the bakery he just raided was hot on his heels.

"Oi, bloody crook! Get back here!" The angry Brit screeched.

Obviously, Gil didn't stop, he ran all the way back to his hideout in the forest.

He sighed in relief, jumping into the large bush he lived in.

He pulled out his finding he hid in his tattered vest.

He had a loaf of bread and a few muffins.

Gil smiled. This might last him a whole week!

He devoured one of the muffins happily before curling up into a ball and falling asleep.

(To Matthew)

Matthew walked carefully through the forest.

Now, you might ask yourself why such a peaceful middle-class boy like Matthew was walking through the woods in the middle of the night. And the answer was that he couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, Matthew heard something, it sounded like someone was snoring.

Matthew crept up to the place the sound was loudest, a giant leafy bush, and saw a young man sleeping there, cradling a loaf of bread.

Matthew frowned. Who would sleep in the forest?

He picked him up bridal style and carried him home.

(Time-skip to the morning)

Gilbert opened his eyes.

He didn't know where he was.

He sat up and silently looked around.

He was in a small bedroom, on top of a full sized bed with humble blue sheets. Not fancy, but very comfortable.

Gilbert frowned, looking around at the modest wood walls, the only decoration was a painting go a maple leaf by the small closet.

A young man entered the room, freezing when he saw Gilbert.

He was tall and thin man with pale skin and gold wavy hair with a strange curl in the front.

His eyes were large and feminine, almost purple, covered in Harry Potter like glasses with red frames.

Gilbert cleared his throat. "Umm... who are you?"

Matthew bit his lip, unsure what to do.