Apart from their initial reaction, they are pretty ok with my relationship. I can’t say the same for my twin, Al, as whenever I let Gil tag along family outings my parents nag him about taking his boyfriend with him and when is he going to let him meet the family. My Dad, Arthur, is just worried that Al is dating some weirdo so he keeps nagging him.

Gil’s brother is quiet and serious but my Papa Francis adores him because they discovered they both like to bake as a hobby. Our get togethers are pretty noisy but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.



Some little Hogwart!au prucan where in the two first year at the school matthew is a bit scared of flying and its gilbert who decide to “help him beat his fear” (by flying like crazy so much that they end up in a tree. But strangely it work….and matthew will never let Gil fly by himself.) 

If you are wondering those are inspired by P0ck3tf0x HP/hetalia crossover where Gilbert actual house is a mystery and he just showed un in any house color he wants. (to the point no one is sure in what dormitory he sleep and even the teacher are not sure anymore.) 

I hope they will bring you a little smile. 


Breaking my hiatus to post this!:D

I was practicing city backgrounds and well….here we are!:D

Thank you to all the people who voted for Gil as Tuxedo mask or Kaito Kid!:D (I can easily see Gil being a phantom thief! of course stopping by the boyfriend before the heist for good luck. grappling hooks are useful when said boyfriend lives on the 9th floor…)

Please do not repost on any other website or use without my consent thank you.:D

Hope Was Here

            Ever since I was born, my parents knew I would never live long.


            Matthew sat in the library quietly, immersed in the fictional illusion of the story. Images and pictures were swirling around his mind, a small smile on his face as he flipped the page. He felt like he could hear the voices speaking in his head, feel the wind on his face and hair, it all felt real to him. He shifted in his position in the chair, as he rested his head on his knuckles, letting his blond locks fall into his face. His violet eyes continued to be lost in the words.

            He was almost finished.


            The doctors told them that I would likely die in my early twenties, at the latest. Though, they also said I could die any time, really.


            The time had passed quickly, and by the end of the book the boy was sobbing in his hands, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. Well, there was another amazing book done and complete. That had been a tearjerker for sure.

            Matthew realized he spent a lot of his days just reading in the library, as if there were nothing else in the world to do. He had never been a gamer, or a sportsman until the wintertime where he played ice hockey, so he supposed reading was an easy way to get away. He was a master reader at school, considering that’s all he did, pretty much.

            He checked his watch, and taking notice of the late hour, stood up, and gathered his things. He put the book back on the shelf where he’d found it, and left without another word.


            Because of this, my parents always tried to keep their distance from me. They didn’t want it to hurt too much when their precious second son died. Personally, I’d grown used to this by the time I started school.


            The bell of the school rung loudly, signaling the end of class with its loud gesture. Matthew sighed as he rose from his desk, and put his schoolbooks back into his bag, still holding his leisure books tightly in his arms. Next period was lunch for him, so what was he going to do? Certainly not talk. He was never a talker anyway. He had a book to finish, after all.

            When he got his food he sat down, and opened his book, almost instantly falling back into the time of dragons and wizards. The gruel on his plate was rather disgusting, but as almost anything in life he’d grown used to it, and ate it anyway.

            The lunch period had gone by too fast, and before he knew it, it was time to get rid of whatever wasn’t eaten and to get out. He did so, slipping his bookmark into his book and cleaned his area.

            He didn’t muster a single hello to the boy laughing next to him, that boy being his brother.


            I myself tended to keep a very loose attachment to people. I guess I was really just afraid of letting anyone get too close, for I didn’t want to hurt them, or me. So I shut everyone out, making sure that when I died, no one would miss me.


            Matthew stopped by the nurse’s office to take the pills that were supposed to help him, but in actuality were only pain relievers to help him focus. They didn’t really help him live longer; just dull the pain of living at all.

            He really hated taking them. Whenever the nurse would hand them to him and a glass of water he would stare at them for a few minutes, almost as if hoping they would vanish. The nurse felt sorry for him, but decided that it was better for him, at any rate. He mumbled a soft ‘thank you’, though he didn’t really mean it, before exiting.

            Matthew headed down the hallway to his next class, and was the first to enter the classroom. The teacher didn’t bother looking up at him, and Matthew didn’t bother saying hello as he sat down, and waited patiently for the other students to arrive.


            That is…until he came along.


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