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Birdie and the Beast Chapter 3

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Author's note: In this universe, homosexuality and gay marriage are accepted. And by the way, Matthew is just as strong as Alfred, he just doesn't show it as often. Both become weak when they get sick which is why Alfred couldn't just bust himself out before. For now, Gilbert is referred to as the Beast but I will change that soon.

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A few days later found Matthias and Peter hiding behind a bush near Matthew's house.

"Boy is Matthew gonna be surprised by what I have in store for him." said Matthias, grinning broadly.

"Who?" Peter asked, confused.

"Matthew Williams. You know, Alfred's twin brother?"

"Alfred has a twin brother?"

"Of course he does you idiot. And I am going to ask him to marry me. After all, he's the only person in this town close enough to looking as dashing handsome as I do. Plus, he has a great ass."

"Alfred or Matthew?"

"Matthew, duh! That Alfred guy is way too weird and he doesn't know when to shut up." God, that kid was dumb. The only reason Matthias allowed Peter to hang around him was so that he could be praised as often as possible. "Peter, is everyone ready?"

"Oh yes!" Peter replied enthusiastically. "We've got a clergy, and all of the townspeople are waiting over at your house. There's even a big cake too, and a band!"

"Good. Now all I have to do is propose!" Matthias chuckled. With his stunning good looks and a wedding already prepared, how could Matthew possibly turn him down?

The unsuspecting victim-I mean Matthew, had just finished making a stack of pancakes for breakfast. They had come out just right, an even golden brown color without being either undercooked or overcooked. Setting down a bottle of maple syrup, Matthew was just about to begin eating when he heard a knock at the door.

Annoyed at being taken away from his beloved pancakes, Matthew went to the door and peered through the peephole. What he saw made him groan. Matthias was dressed in a fancy black suit with red trimming and gold buttons. He was checking himself out in a hand mirror and flexing his muscles. Knowing that he wouldn't be left alone if he didn't let Matthias in, Matthew was about to open the door to tell Matthias to go away, only to have Matthias practically force his way in before he could.

"Matthias." Matthew said, pretending to be surprised. "How…unexpected."

"Yeah I know, that's one the best things about me. You never know what to expect. For example, no one could ever expect that I could look even cooler than I usually do. But let's get down to business (to defeat the Huns-oh sorry, wrong story). Matthew Williams, today is the day you have been waiting for all of your life."

"Oh really?" Matthew raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And what do you think I've been waiting for exactly?"

Matthias plopped down in Matthew's seat at the table and began helping himself to pancakes, pouring an excessive amount of syrup on it, much to the other's annoyance (maple syrup wasn't exactly cheap, plus NOTHING got in between Matthew and his maple syrup).

"Let me put it this way." Matthias said through a mouthful of pancake. "Picture a large house on the outskirts of town, roast pork on the table, and my cute husband massaging my feet."

Matthew really didn't want to think about Matthias' feet; the thought almost made him sick. "And do you know who would be doing the massaging?"

"Err, is it someone I know?" Matthew suspected he knew the answer, but he desperately wanted to be wrong.

"You, Matthew. I know you must be thinking that you're dreaming, I'm happy to tell you that you're not. I've picked you to the King's husband." Matthias puffed out his chest. "So is it 'yes,' or 'OH YES!' ?"

Matthew gulped. "Wow… I uh, Matthias, I really don't know what to say." Which was true. Matthew didn't know how to turn him down nicely, especially as Matthias was slowly backing him into the front door.

"Say you'll marry me."

"Thanks for the offer, but I just don't think I deserve you."  Matthew said, squirming away from Matthias.

Matthias shrugged. "Who does?"

Matthew couldn't control his temper any longer. He opened the door and shoved Matthias outside, only yelling "Thanks for asking!" before closing the door in his face.

Matthias only stood there stunned for a moment before Peter rushed out from his hiding place.

"So how did it go?"

"Oh you know, Matthew, he's just playing hard to get." laughed Matthias forcefully, before his expression darkened. "Still… I've have Matthew as my husband, whether he likes it or not."

Matthias stormed away from Matthew's house with Peter following.

Matthew opened the door a crack and sighed with relief when he saw Matthias had left. "Thank goodness." He muttered. "I don't believe it. That jerk asked me to marry him. That rude, self-obsessed, syrup-stealing hoser!"

Matthew stormed out the house in the direction of a meadow he had visited often in the past when he was upset. When he reached the meadow he sat down in the midst of a group of dandelions waving in the wind. He remembered something Alfred had told him once when they were kids. "If you wish on a dandelion and blow away the seeds, the wind will carry them away and your wish will come true."

Plucking a single dandelion, Matthew marveled at the fine hairs on the seeds that grew on it before whispering his wish. "I wish… for someone to see and notice me for me, not because I look like Alfred, or because they like me for my looks. Just one person, that's all I ask." Blowing gently on the flower, Matthew watched as the seeds took off into the air, drifting upward in the wind.

A frenzied whinnying disrupted Matthew's thoughts. Looking across the meadow, he saw Kuma…whatever, galloping toward him.

"Whoa!" Matthew cried, trying to calm the horse, who did eventually calm down, only to give him and confused look. "Who are you?" Matthew imagined it saying.

"I'm Matthew." he reminded Kumageji stroking his mane consolingly. "The one who feeds you. Hang on, where's Alfred? He wasn't supposed to be back so soon. Where is he?" Matthew was beginning to get worried.

"Come on…Kuma. Take me to him." Matthew unhitched the wagon with the spaceship on it and got on Kumawhatsits's back.

***
A few hours later, Matthew found himself in front of a castle. "How is there a castle here that no one knows about?" he wondered out loud.

"Is this where Alfred is?" he asked Kumakiki.
He had given the horse one of Alfred dirty shirts to smell and the horse had led him here to the castle. He remembered reading somewhere that horses have an acute sense of smell so he trusted Kumaja to track down Alfred. He also remembered that it had rained the day Alfred left home, and from what Matthew could tell, the castle was the only shelter within the forest.

"I'm coming for you, Alfred."

***
Meanwhile inside the castle, Arthur was pacing back and for on a table, Francis watching him with arm-like branches folded like crossed arms.

"Just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? Invite him in, sit him down in front of the fire. Absolutely NOTHING could go wrong right?" Arthur kept on ranting as Francis mumbled. "I was just being 'ospitable, something which you seem to be incapable of."

"Why you-" Arthur was about to retort when they heard a voice outside. They hurried and peeked outside the door to see Matthew looking for Alfred.

"Alfred? Are you there? Hello? Where are you, Alfred?"

Both objects stood there shocked before Arthur finally spoke.

"How in the bloody hell did the prisoner escape?!" he exclaimed.

***
In another part of the castle, a mug could be seen hopping toward the kitchens where the coffeepot was overseeing the dishes washing themselves.

"Hey, tomato bastardo!" Lovino shouted. "Another idiot wandered into the castle."

"Now, now, Lovino. It's not nice to tell fibs. Come on, Mete en el baño. (Get into the bath)" the coffeepot told Lovino as he nudged him into a tub filled with soapy water.

"What the crapola?!" Lovino yelled, spitting out water. "I was telling the truth, you fucking bastard!"

"Antonio!" A feather duster cried to the coffeepot as it swept into the room (no pun intended). "I saw a boy wandering in the hall!"

"Gracias, Michelle." Antonio told the feather duster before turning to Lovino.

"See, I told you but you wouldn't listen, idiota."

***
"Zat's not ze same boy 'o is in ze dungeon." Francis told Arthur.

"What do you mean, of course it's the same one!" Arthur replied indignantly.

"Non, zis one has sexier 'air zat reminds me of my own back when I was 'uman. Surely zis boy is 'ere to break ze Master's curse."

"Were you trying to insult my hair?!"

"I don't know what you mean." Francis sniffed.

"Frog!"

"Black Sheep!"

Matthew stopped walking when he heard what sounded like arguing from further in the hallways.

"Alfred? Is that you? I know you don't like places like this but stop trying to play jokes on me to make yourself feel better."

Francis quickly realized that Matthew was heading toward him and Arthur. Judging from the similarity of this stranger to the one locked in the dungeon, Francis figured that they must be related.  Dragging Arthur with him, he began leading Matthew toward the dungeons. Matthew began following Francis' light, which eventually led up a flight of stairs to a room with several doors, all of which appeared to be cell doors.

"Is there anyone here?" Matthew called once more and heard a faint "Mattie?" from behind one of the doors.

"Alfred!" Matthew cried, grabbing a torch from the walls as he kneeled next to the door to see Alfred's pale face staring back at him through the bars.

"How did you find me? This sucks, the hero has to be saved now. Never mind, you have to get out of here before-" Alfred suddenly began coughing very hard. Clearly, the only reason he hadn't broken out of his cell before was due to being weak and sick.

"Stand back, Alfred. I'm going to ram the door down." Matthew took a few steps back, but before he could start running forward, a hand grabbed his shoulder and knocked the torch from his hand, putting it out. Now the only light in the room came from a window on the ceiling.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to lock up a person who is sick?" Matthew asked angrily (but still in his usual quiet voice), looking around so he would know where to address the person who could have done this to Alfred.

"I am ze awesome master of zis castle. Kneel down und cry, for you are not as awesome as me."

By now Matthew could make a dark figure across from him. "I don't care about that. I'm here for Alfred. I know he trespassed but please let him go. I really don't want to use force but I will if I have to. Please, I'll do anything."

The figure laughed, making some kind of hissing sound "Kesesesese. YOU? Fight me?" Then it stopped as if it heard the last part of Matthew's plea. "Anything?"

"Yes. There must something I can do." He leaned into the light coming from the window as he spoke and could also feel the figure's eyes observing him. Matthew paused as he thought of something and forced the words out his mouth. "Take me in his place and let Alfred go."

"You? You would…take your brother's place?" The figure asked, its rough voice suddenly becoming softer at the word "brother."

Matthew nodded but stopped. "Come into the light," he requested, wanting to see his jailer's face.

The figure hesitated for a moment before slowly edging into the light, revealing his white fur and red eyes. Matthew's eyes widened as he took in the Beast's appearance but he nodded and said. "I promise I'll stay here as long as you let Alfred go."

"Done," the beast growled before opening the cell door and dragging Alfred out, who was able to hug Matthew and exchange brief goodbyes before the Beast took him away and sent him off in a carriage that moved without the aid of horses as Matthew watched from the tower above.

"Don't worry Mattie!" Alfred yelled from below. "I'll get some backup and save you!"

As the Beast walked back up the stairs, Francis tried to get his attention. "Master-"

"Vhat." The Beast snapped making Francis jump.

"Uh, I just zought zat you might want to offer ze young man a room as he will be staying with us from now on…" Francis trailed off when he saw the Beast glaring at him before going back to Matthew.

"I'll take you to your room." he told Matthew who looked confused. He would actually be given a room instead of a cell?

"My room?"

"Vhat? Vould you rather stay in here?" the Beast gestured at the dungeon, his voice almost sarcastic.

"No."

"Zhen follow me."

The Beast led Matthew through the halls of the castle speaking little to him except to tell him to stay out of the West Wing ("Why-?" "It's my awesome personal space und you are not vorthy enough to enter!") before stopping in front of a large bedroom which might have once belonged to a prince, judging from the luxurious decorations.

"My servants will care for your every need (shut up, I know some of the readers are thinking perverted stuff here) .You vill join ze awesome me for dinner tonight. It vould very unawesome to refuse so it is not a request!" The Beast said almost hurriedly before slamming the door.

Matthew stood there for a few moments almost stunned before punching the door in anger and creating a sizable dent before sitting on the bed and watching as snow begin to fall outside wondering what his life would be like now, trapped in a castle with a beast.
Prologue: [link]
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9 (Final): [link]

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Good. Now all I have to do is propose!" Matthias chuckled. With his stunning good looks and a wedding already prepared, how could Matthew possibly turn him down?

Easy Mathias. Like this, "Hell to the naw man! I gots too many lemons to take care of! Where do you think Will Sasso gets his lemons from?!?! The sky? HA! Dude seriously though... Just go kiss- I mean hang out with Norgie!