"Alright, Matthew!"Francis yelled loudly. Matthew snapped back into reality from his day dream. About who? Well, that's quite obvious..His sick love; Gilbert Weillschmidt. He hated himself for loving the homophobe. But it's just something that…happened.
"Y-Yes?"he questioned his father.
"Did you not hear a word I said?"he asked, smacking his forehead with his palm.
"No, sorry.."he said quietly.
"Mon Dieu…I said that I have a meeting to attend with Poland... I have to go for a while." He shuddered at his words.
"Oh..How long?"the Canadian asked. He's never been home alone for very long….
"Hmm,...
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