"Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep." Germany looked at his older brother, arching an eyebrow. "I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams.""Bruder?""Going out." Prussia stood and left in a haste. Out on the street he kept looking down ever side street. "I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls." He hit the talk button once again, listening to the monotone ring, knowing all too well what song was playing. "I'm staying up all night hoping, hit my head against the wall." The Prussian hit his head agianst the brick of the nearest building.**"What you've got, boy, is hard to find," he wrapped his arms around the waist of the smaller male, whispering in his ear. "I think about it all the time, I'm all strung out, my heart is fried," Prussia tapped his chest then held the Canadian tighter. "I just can't get you off my mind."Matt was about to say something, but Gilbert pressed his finger to the adorable lips. "Because your love, your love, your love is my drug." He pressed his lips to Canada's for a tiny kiss. "Your love, your love, your love, I said your love, is my drug, your love, your love, your love."**"Gilbert." Germania began, bu was taken aback by the gloved hand that his albino child held up."Won't listen to any advice momma's telling me. I should think twice, but left to my own device. I'm addicted it's a crisis." He looked around at the chicks that sat around him, then pulled Gilbird off his head, and looked at him with a bit of a sigh. "My friends think I've gone crazy, my judgment is getting kinda hazy. My esteem is gonna be effected if I keep it up like a love sick crackhead."**Gilbert nibbled on Matthew's neck as his hand slid up his companions chest, caressing the soft flesh. "What you've got, boy, is hard to find, I think about it all the time." His breath was hot and heavy on the boy's neck, making him whine and squirm. "I'm all strung out, my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind." Canada turned, grabbing Prussia's shirt collar and yanked him down for a kiss, deep and passionate. As a reaction Gilbert pushed the Canadian down, shoving his shirt off and kissing down the skin that was so on fire, so attractive, so...sexy.'Because your love, your love, your love is my drug. Your love, your love, your love, I said your love, is my drug, your love, your love, your love.'**Prussia flipped through his contacts, trying his damnedest not to call. "I don't care what people say, the rush is worth the price I pay. I get so high when you're with me, but crash and crave you when you leave." Listening to the tone he knew all the words."Hey, Gilbert.""Hey, so I gotta question. Do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement? Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum? Is my love your drug?" Your drug, uh, your drug. Uh, your drug. "Is my love your drug?""That was more than one question. But why do you ask?""Because your love, your love, your love is my drug. Your love, your love, your love, I said your love, is my drug, your love, your love, your love."**Prussia gave Canada tiny nudges. "Hey...hey...So?" The Canadian was still sleeping, so Gilbert kissed to his jaw, where he found stubble. "Your love, your love, your love, your love is my drug." Pulling away he looked into gentle lilac eyes, and he ran a finger over the stubble of the beginning beard with a grin. "I like your beard."