When Gilbert entered the other room Matthew was sitting on a chair in the corner, curled up with a pillow. "Matt?" He looked at the Albino and smiled. "Hi!" he beamed. "Why aren't you in the bed?" Matt blushed. "Well there's only one and its your room so-" Gil laughed and slid under  the covers. "You'll get sick. Just sleep here. I promise I don't bite. Unless you want me to." He winked. Matt gave a little squeak and curled further into the armchair. After a while he slowly slid out and cautiously approached Gilbert.  He slid under the covers but remained as far away from the albino as physically possible. Gilbert smiled softly then set the alarm on the nightstand. "Hey kid." "Y-yes?" Gilbert watched as Matthews violet eyes opened once again. "Ever been on a plane?" He asked the shy blond. "No... W-what is that?" Gil smiled. "You'll see." And with that Gil went to sleep, leaving a very confused and scared Matthew laying awake wondering what Gilbert was going to do to him.

The next morning when the alarm went off Gilbert flicked it off and sat up to find Matthew curled up on the chair once again. He had a small blanket wrapped tightly around him and was staring at the far wall with wide, tired eyes. It was plain to see, even for someone like Gilbert that the young man was terrified.

"Matthew?" Gilbert began, causing Matthews eyes to flick to him and stare. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" Matthew didn't reply so gilbert stood and made his way over ton him. Matthews eyes never left Gilbert as he came towards him. Once he made it a little too close for Matthews liking He pulled the blanket around him tighter and sunk down in to the chair. Gilbert understood what was happening. "Matthew, it's okay. You're okay." He crouched down in front of him and placed a hand on his cheek, causing matt to close his eyes. "Hey now. Look at me." Matthews eyes snapped open and he stared straight in to Gils eyes. "I promise that no one is going to hurt you now. I probably should have explained this to you earlier but, I  promise you're safe. A plane is sort of like a car but instead of being on the ground it flies, like a bird. Got it?" Matthew nodded. "A bird, huh?" he pondered aloud. "That's right a giant metal bird." Matthew smiled. "I've always wanted to be able to fly like a bird. To be free." He admitted.

Gilbert smiled. "You are free now. Free as can be Birdie." Gil beamed. Matthew blushed sheepishly. "B-birdie... I like that." He smiled "Well good cuz that's what I'm calling you from now on and you can't do anything about it." He teased. "Wouldn't dream of trying. B-but... why did you want me from master Russia so badly?" Gilbert smiled sadly. "Because... I know what it's like to be controlled by that man. and it's not fun. He's cruel and treats everyone badly. he was hurting you and that's not fair. you didn't do anything, just like everyone else that man tortures."

"Um.. but he wasn't torturing me. I don't think that you quite get it. I'm a slave. I was born by a slave, raised as a slave and sold. That's my life. That's how it was meant tot be. There are all kinds of people in this world. Kind, rich, poor, cruel. and then there are people like me.  To someone like you my existence is sad and cruel, but I couldn't be more thankful. Because sometimes someone like you comes along and for a little while I'm okay. and that's all that I need." Matt smiled sympathetically. "No!" Gilbert insisted. "You don't understand! Nobody should be a slave! No one should be beaten or whatever else he did to you. You shouldn't be forced to do things for nothing by a man who only wants to use you.  How can you be okay with that when you're worth so much more?" Matt shook his head.

"Maybe it's the years of living with him. B-but anyways,  I do want to thank you. Because even though I say such things I really do just want to be free. I just want the chance to fall in love and travel and have money and real clothes. I want to have friends and a pet and run around in the snow and sunshine without being yelled at. And to cook what I want to eat when I want to eat it. So thank you... Gilbert." He smiled. gilbert laughed. "That's Gilbert lord of awesome to you, Kid." He ruffled his hair. 'I'm not a kid you know. I'm 23." he scoffed and pushed my hand away.

"What? Really? I'm 25! That's crazy you look way younger." Gil laughed. "And you look way older. Matthew mumbled. Gilbert gasped in fake hurt, bringing his fist to his chest in a dramatic gesture to emphasize his point. "You wound me, Birdie!" Matt chuckled. "Oh Gilbert, I am ever so sorry." He replied in a fake british accent. Gilbert almost died of laughter as Matthew just stared at him extremely confused for a while before Gilbert finally composed himself long enough to actually leave for their flight.

A/N: Sorry this took so long I had serious writers block. (That's a lie I was writing my CanUK fic. Don't judge me, you all procrastinate!)  -Matt