"I think that possibly,
Maybe I'm falling for you."
Gilbert sat at a table in a nice, small coffee shop, bustling with people. He looked around, not quite curious, but more out of boredom. But surprisingly, his eyes caught something. Or rather, someone. A young boy with wavy blond hair, one strand sticking out in a bouncy curl, and violet eyes, framed behind rectangular glasses. The boy seemed to be trying with all of his might just to be noticed so he could place his order. Gilbert was about to go help the man when finally, he was noticed. Gilbert just settled back down into his seat, thinking quietly to himself while drinking his coffee and never once taking his eyes off the blond.
"Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you."
Gilbert returned to the little coffee shop at the same time every day, waiting for that man to return. Days went by and he never returned. A month went by and Gilbert was about to give up when there he was. The same man with the same look on his face of being completely lost. Gilbert didn't quite understand why he was so obsessed. Why this man haunted his thoughts. But he was and he did. The man captivated and Gilbert was lost as to why. All he knew at the moment was that he had to know who his mystery man was.
Gilbert stood up as soon as his mystery sat. He had to know who he was! He walked casually over to the blond, smiling his trademark smirk. Looking down at the boy and he spoke in an 'I'm-too-cool-for-you' tone. "Hey you. I would like to introduce to you to the awesome Prussia, conqueror of all vital regions. Of course, you can call me Gilbert if you want. Who are you?"
Matthew looked up at the Prussian man, Gilbert, with his German accent. He had a look of complete confusion on his face. Who was this 'Gilbert' and why was he introducing himself? And this conqueror of all vital regions business sounded sketchy. He sighed. He might as well talk to Gilbert. It was only once in a while somebody actually noticed him.
"I'm Canada. Or Matthew. Or Matt if you want…" he said nervously, never taking his eyes off of Gilbert. He watched as the albino sat down with his drink and started chatting away at Matthew, telling him his whole life story. Matthew actually surprised he had never met Gilbert, besides at meetings where nobody got a chance to talk over the fighting. Apparently he and Francis were best of friends and Gilbert was offended when he learned that the Frenchman never mentioned him to his former colony. Matthew started zoning out, thinking to himself.
"So tell me something about yourself."
The voice pulled Matthew out of his thoughts and left him confused. Someone wanted to know about him? That was strange, but nice. Matthew never had very many people he could talk to about himself besides Francis, and Francis always managed to slide some perverted comment into any reply. So he started talking. About his house, his brother, Alfred, his likes and dislikes. He even spoke of when he was a child, something he never did. And Gilbert just sat there and listened, as though every word out of Matthew's mouth was the greatest thing in the world and of dire importance.
So the two men sat and talked for hours, only departing when they were kicked out of the shop. The two agreed to meet at the coffee shop at the same time every weekday. And they did. Matthew and Gilbert met the coffee shop, sat, and talked until one had to leave or until they were kicked out like the first time. After a while their meetings were no longer restrained to the coffee shop. They visited each other's houses, hung out, had movie nights, and slept over each other's house.
But the meetings began to become few and far between. Matthew got caught up in the affairs of his country while Gilbert got caught up in the affairs of his own. Soon the meetings came to a complete stop and they only managed to see each other at the UN meetings, were they hardly had a chance to speak.