AN: Hello again my little monsters! As promised we have PruCan to follow up from 'Do I Ever'. This one is nore on the humorous side than my previous tales in this vein. Hope you enjoy.
As Always I own nothing but the plot. Constructive comments and favs equal happy Freezey & more fics.
"Al! What do you want to watch?" Matthew called to his twin from the American's living room as he looked over the massive number of movie titles his brother owned. The pair had gotten together for their weekly movie night while their boyfriend's were out for their weekly drinking night.
"I dunno, dude. Give me some options," the wheat blonde called back to his brother from the kitchen where he was making popcorn.
"We've got 'the Hobbit', 'Die Hard', and 'Despicable Me 2'. I vote 'Despicable Me 2'," the violet eyed man responded.
"Sounds good to me bro," Alfred said as he entered the room with two bowls of popcorn and two cans of coke. Matthew quickly placed the movie disc into the Blu-ray player and joined his brother on the couch.
"Feels weird without Lovino here," the blue eyed man said a bit sadly before eating a fist full of popcorn.
"Yeah, you called the bar and gave our numbers right?" The Canadian asked before diving into his own popcorn.
"Yup! Told'em to call if the guys start getting too rowdy. We're the best boyfriends ever," Alfred said holding up his soda can to Matthew.
"Yes we are," the violet eyed blonde replied and knocked his can against his brothers. They sat in amiable silence for a bit enjoying the movie.
"You think things are going to change now that Lov and Toni are married?" The American asked suddenly breaking the silence.
"Not sure, but I doubt anything would change," the Canadian said taking a sip of his drink.
"Yeah you're probably right. Although it sucks that we can't be the 'good boyfriend trio' anymore," Al said a bit dejectedly.
"Since when did we call ourselves that?" Matthew asked looking at his brother as if he had grown a second head.
"Dude we've always been the GBT. You're dating one of the BTT," Al responded rather put out by his brother's comment.
"Please don't refer to them like that. It makes them sound like sex offenders," the Canadian said turning his attention back to the movie.
"In you and Lov's cause that would be true," the American teased and received a pillow to the face for his joke.
"You are so not funny," Matthew grumbled glowering at his twin.
"Dude I'm freakin hilarious," Alfred said with a chuckle. "But seriously dude what are we going to call ourselves now? The good husband trio?"
"We would have to get married for that to be true," the violet eyed blonde said munching on his popcorn.
"Well if Gil would get off his ass and propose to you already,"
"I don't see you rushing off and proposing to Arthur. Wait, why does Gil have to propose to me? I could propose to him,"
"Pfft, dude, you are so the chick in your relationship,"
"Dick!" Matthew shouted and proceeded to pummel his brother with a throw pillow.
Meanwhile at the bar...
"Listen up! The awesome me has something important to say!" Gilbert loudly announced to his two companions as they sat at their usual table at their favorite bar. The two blondes watched as the quite inebriated Prussian rose to his feet albeit unsteadily.
"You don't have to shout you, git. We are sitting right here," Arthur grumbled as he took a swig of his rum and coke.
"Arthur don't be so rude. Go on mon ami," Francis said waving his hand for the silvery haired man to continue.
"Danke," the Prussian cleared his throat and grinned widely. "Ever since Toni proposed to Lov it's had me thinking,"
"Don't hurt yourself," the Brit said snidely with a snicker. Gilbert glared at him but continued.
"Like I said. I've been thinking about mein birdie and our future together. I've decided that it is high time I ask that sexy Canadian to marry me,"
Francis squealed like a girl and launched himself at his long time friend.
"Mon ami that is wonderful! I wish you all the best," the Frenchman said as he hugged his friend tightly.
"Good for you mate. You have my felicitations," Arthur said raising his glass to the red eyed man.
"Danke meine freunde, but Eyebrows not a word of this to Alfred," Gilbert said pointing a finger at the Brit with a stern gaze.
"On my honor as a gentleman," the Englishman said raising his right hand.
"Gut, now which one of you is buying my next beer?" the albino asked with a chuckle. Francis elatedly signaled to the bartender to bring over a round of drinks.
"Oh mon ami I am so excited for you. 'ow do you plan to ask 'im? It must be tres romantique," the Frenchman drawled as the drinks he ordered were brought over. Gilbert snatched up his beer and grinned widely.
"It's going to be awesome!" the Prussian exclaimed and began explaining his plan.
'Tonight is going to be awesome!' Gilbert thought excitedly as he held tightly to Matthew's hand and followed the hostess to their reserved table. It had taken a lot of work and planning but tonight he was going to propose to his beloved Canadian.
'He's going to look so cute vith his face all red with surprise. I bet I'll get some amazing sex tonight,'
The Prussian's grin grew even wider with that prospect in mind as he pulled out Matthew's chair for him.
"Thank you, sweetie," the blonde man said with a grin and took his seat.
"Of course mein birdie," the silver haired man said placing a chaste kiss on the violet eyed man's cheek and took his own seat. Matt flushed and glanced around the restaurant.
"This is a fancy place Gil. What's the occasion?" the blonde asked curiously.
"Vhat I can't take my boyfriend out for a very nice dinner for no other reason than he is awesome?" Gilbert teased with a sly smile. The Canadian's blush darkened. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a busty, bubbly waitress.
"Good evening! I'm Amelia and I'll be serving you tonight. What can I start you off with this evening?" the blonde waitress said with a brilliant white smile.
"Can ve see your vine list, bitte?" the Prussian said and winked at his lover. Amelia grinned and handed a fancy menu to the red eyed man. Gilbert accepted the menu, but quickly handed it to Matthew.
"You pick anything you vant mein liebling,"
"Gil, you don't really like wine. I can just have a beer," the Canadian protested.
"Nonsense. Tonight is about you. So order vhatever your little heart vants," the silver haired man crooned making the blonde man's blush darken more.
"Aw...Y'all are so adorable! How long have you been together?" the blonde waitress asked gleefully.
"Two years, five months, three weeks, and a day," Gilbert answered and stared at his lover with pure adoration.
"W-we'll have the...the uh pinot noir th-thank you," Matthew stammered a bit taken aback by the Prussian's very detailed answer and handed the wine list back to Amelia.
"Right, I'll go put that in so y'all can have a minute to look over the menu," the blue eyed server said as she scurried off.
"You're so cute vhen you're all flushed," the scarlet eyed man said softly as he reached across the table and caressed the blonde's cheek tenderly.
"Your answer to her question was very thorough," Matthew said unconsciously moving into the loving caress.
"I could have taken it down to the second, but that vould have been showing off," the Prussian said with a chuckle and pulled back his hand. Matthew frowned slightly at the loss of his lover's touch, but quickly recovered with a sweet smile.
"You can't possibly know down to the second how long we've been together," the violet eyed man teased.
"How could I not?" Gilbert retorted and the Canadian looked at him in surprise. "Matthew, my dearest Birdie, I could never forget the moment that you saved me,"
The Prussian quickly took hold of his lover's hand and stroked his thumb across the pale knuckles.
"Gil, that is very sweet, but I didn't save you," the pale blonde man muttered and cast his gaze to their joined hands.
"Yes, you did," the ruby eyed man protested. "My vorld vas so dark and then there you vere like the sun. You are my sun, Mattie. You bring me light and are the center of my universe,"
The violet eyed man felt happy tears sting his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the return of Amelia.
"Alright fellas. So what are we having tonight?" the bubbly waitress chirped as she set their drinks on the table. Gilbert sighed and pulled his hand away from Matthew.
"Ve'll have two house specials," the silver haired man responded with a forced smile.
"Two specials. Got it! Okey-dokey, I'll be back in a bit," the blue eyed blonde said and again scooted off.
The rest of the meal went by pleasantly with small talk about friends, work, and what have you. They ate their Osso buco in brown sauce with seasonal vegetables eagerly.
"Save some room for dessert, Birdie. I understand they have a new treat you vould really enjoy," Gilbert said hiding a knowing smile by sipping his wine. The drink wasn't half bad though he really would have preferred a beer.
"Really? What is it?" the Canadian asked curiously as he had another bite of his savory oxtail.
"A maple chocolate volcano cake," the Prussian said nonchalantly and watched the blonde freeze with his fork hanging out of his mouth. The albino smiled wryly.
"Did you say maple-chocolate-volcano cake?" Matthew asked emphasizing every word after removing the fork from his mouth. The red eyed man simply nodded and his grin widened further.
The blonde instantly set down his utensil and looked around for their waitress.
"I need that in my life this very instant," the quiet man muttered as he spotted his target and waved at her frantically. Amelia bounded over.
"Did you need something sir?" the blonde waitress asked brightly.
"Maple chocolate volcano cake now please," Matthew stated his eyes bright with excitement.
"Okey-dokey. Anything for you, sir?" the blue eyed woman asked turning to Gilbert.
"No, I'm fine," he said calmly. The blonde woman nodded and hurried off. Matthew sat anxiously fidgeting in his chair as he waited for his treat. Gilbert smiled at how adorable his boyfriend was acting.
"You are so cute right now," the Prussian cooed making the Canadian stop fidgeting instantly and blushed.
"Stop teasing," the violet eyed man said just as Amelia arrived with his dessert. Matthew thanked her and instantly dug into the cake. Anxiety suddenly filled Gilbert's stomach with butterflies. He had asked the restaurant to put the ring in the cake so that Matthew would find it as a surprise. He had expected the Canadian to hit the ring almost instantly, but to his surprise Matthew was half way through the dessert.
'Did he swallow it by mistake,' the silver haired man thought in horror. Just as he was about to panic an excited screech rang out behind him.
"Oh my God! Yes! Of course I'll marry you, Ivan!"
Gilbert spun around and his eyes nearly fell out of his head. A woman with long exceptionally pale blonde hair and purple eyes had the ring he had purchased placed on her slim hand. A stunned pale blonde man sat across from her stuttering in confusion. As he watched the scene the Prussian added two and two together to end up with fucking pissed. The restaurant had given the dessert to the wrong couple.
"Son of a bitch," the scarlet eyed man muttered.
"Aw...How sweet," Matthew said and instantly Gilbert was on his feet.
"Be right back," the Prussian said and stalked off to the front of the restaurant.
"Is everything all right, sir?" the dark haired hostess, who had taken them to their table, asked as Gilbert approached her.
"No! Everything's NOT alright. I vant the manager, NOW!" the silver haired man exclaimed angrily. The hostess' brown eyes grew wide with shock and she dashed off to find the manager.
Moments later a woman with blonde hair and bottle green eyes set behind glasses appeared before Gilbert.
"Mr. Beilschmidt, how may I help you?" the manager asked having recognized the man she had made arrangements with for his proposal.
"Your Gott verdammt restaurant gave the dessert to the wrong verdammt couple. Now some voman thinks that her boyfriend has proposed to her and she has MY ring," the silver haired man said barely containing his rage.
"They did what?! Sakura would never make that kind of mistake," the manager cried in utter disbelief.
"Who the Hell is Sakura?"
"She should have been your server. She's very meticulous and would never make a mistake like this,"
"Our server was a blonde named Amelia,"
The restaurant manager froze stone still staring at Gilbert with a mix of shock and utter defeat in her eyes.
"Just put a bullet in my head," she muttered and turned her gaze to the floor. After taking several deep breathes and massaging her temples the manager lifted her gaze.
"Mr. Beilschmidt I offer my deepest apologies and swear to make this right. Your meal is on the house as well as five additional meals. I will go speak to the other couple and retrieve your property. Please return to your table,"
Needless to say the evening was ruined. Gilbert made an excuse that he felt ill from something he ate and Matthew, thankfully, accepted the excuse. The ring was retrieved from an equally upset couple and returned. That night as the Prussian lay next to his beloved Canadian he found he could not sleep. It had been the perfect plan and now it was ruined.
"Well back to square one," he muttered and rolled over to await blissful sleep.
AN: Aw, poor Gil, why the universe gotta play you like that? Maybe next time you'll get him? Until next chapter loves!