A/N: Hi! Amity here! I'm so excited for this fic! *happily claps hands* Okay, so this fanfiction is centered around music. Quite a bit, actually. So, yeah, I will be throwing songs out there, but I'll try to keep the song throwing to a minimum. Also, while this is PruCan, there will be no meddling and disapproving Alfred, and no suicidal Canada, two clichés I hate. Sorry, not sorry. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the fic! *bows* ~Amity

Matthew Williams never expected the highlight of the day would be a chat with a possible rapist.

In fact, the day had started out normally- a 'surprise' visit from his brother Alfred, which always ended with his fridge surprisingly empty, several people not noticing him, and having to go shopping for frozen foods, thanks to his brother. Swinging his plastic grocery bag, singing along softly to the music that was drowning out the buzz of the crowd, he flicked his eyes up to the sky. Hopefully it wouldn't rain.

Fiddling with the strings of his red hoodie that proudly displayed his home country's name on it, he almost didn't notice the albino, pushing through the crowd with purpose. At least, he didn't notice until he got a faceful of purple hoodie mid-song lyric.

Matthew stumbled back and fell, and the man whipped his head towards his direction, eyes widening when he saw Matthew slightly dazed and on the floor. "Oh mien Gott!" He said, extending a hand to Matthew to help him up. Matthew accepted the hand, dusting himself up as he stood up.

"Sorry." Matthew mumbled, picking up the earphones. The man frowned, and Matthew was struck by his eyes. They were red. It wasn't a trick of the light, his eyes were an honest to maple ruby red color. Matthew furrowed his brow and peered into his eyes. The red-eyed man, at first confused, then began to laugh. It was a weird, hissing laugh- the best way to put it into words was 'Kesesese'.

"You like what you see?" He taunted, and Matthew snapped out of it, blushing from embarrassment. Red-eyes smirked. "It's okay, I know it's awesome." He flipped up his hoodie, revealing snowy hair and winter pale skin. "I'm Gilbert Beilshmidt, also known as the most awesome person ever." He extended his hand and Matthew shook it uneasily.

"I-I'm Matthew Williams." Matthew whispered upon releasing Gilbert's hand. Matthew, while he didn't have social anxiety or anything, was much more of a 'stay-inside-and-make-pancakes-and-not-talk-to-people' sort of person, not a 'strike-up-a-conversation-with-a-complete-stranger' kind of person. Gilbert poked Matthew, interrupting his thoughts again.

"You're so quiet! The awesome me couldn't hear what you were saying." He frowned, crossing his arms across his chest. "You weren't as quiet as when you were singing earlier!" Matthew blushed. Again. Why was he doing that so much?

"You heard…?" Matthew said, a little louder this time. Gilbert nodded.

"You sounded really good too! Like a bird!" Gilbert enthused. "Well, at least the small snippet I heard." Matthew smiled slightly.

"Th-thank you…" Matthew said on autopilot. Gilbert smiled and patted Matthew on the shoulder.

"Now now, no need to be scared! Well, I sort of understand." Gilbert said airily, waving a hand to him. "My awesomeness can be a little bit overwhelming." Matthew rolled his eyes and Gilbert stuck his tongue out at him.

Matthew froze. What was he doing? Talking to complete strangers was dangerous. In fact, inspecting Gilbert, the way he slouched, and dressed, and smirked naturally… everything about him screamed 'Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger!" He had to leave. Matthew scratched the back of his neck.

"Well… it was nice meeting you, eh?" Matthew said casually, and Gilbert's face fell.

"Aw, but we just met!" He protested, and then his face lit back up. He reached in his pocket and gave Matthew his phone. It had a giant eagle type thing as the case, almost like a flag of sorts. "Okay, now give me your phone." He commanded. Matthew blinked in surprise.

"I'm not going to steal it!" Gilbert added, noticing the look on Matthew's face. "I'm only putting my number on it. Besides, if I was going to run away with it, which would be completely unawesome, you would have my awesome phone." Well, that reasoning sounded legit. Still… was it safe?

"Come on, we should hang out! It'd be awesome!" Gilbert pleaded, smiling hopefully. Matthew cleared his throat.

"You're asking me to hang out?" Matthew repeated, just to make sure that he wasn't joking. Gilbert- if that was even his name- smirked, and nodded, red eyes sparkling.

"Why wouldn't you want to hang out with the awesomeness that is me? If you're worried I'm going to murder you or something, I promise I won't." He asked, grinning. Matthew cleared his throat.

"Eh… are you sure you're not a rapist?" Matthew asked, and Gilbert blinked in surprise. He then burst out into his weird 'kesese' laugh. Matthew couldn't help but smile a little as Gilbert wiped tears from his eyes, still chuckling.

"Yes, I'm positive. I'm too awesome for that!" He assured Matthew, and for some reason, he believed him.

"Okay." He took out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and gave it to Gilbert. Gilbert navigated his way to the contacts, and put in his number and his picture. His contact name was "Awesome", Matthew noted.

"Okay, now put your number in mine, Mattie. Makes it easier for me to actually talk to you." Gilbert reminded Matthew, and Matthew complied. He opted out of the contact photo, though. He gave Hilbert's phone back to him, and Gilbert looked at his newest contact disdainfully.

"What, no picture? And that name… just 'Matthew Williams'?" He asked, and Matthew looked down.

"Sorry…" He apologized, feeling a little lame. He had managed to bore someone that quickly? Gilbert arched an eyebrow.

"No need to apologize, Mattie! I'll change the stuff for you." He peered down at the phone, making a 'hmmm' sort of noise. "I think… I'm going to rename you Birdie. You sound like one when you sing." He said, typing the word into the phone. Matthew blushed.

"Thank you for the compliment." He politely said, looking up and smiling slightly. Gilbert held his hands out.

"Stay just like that! Don't move!" He said, and Matthew obeyed, slightly confused as to why he would do that. The answer was apparent when he heard the shutter sound of Gilbert's phone taking a photo. He held out the phone to show Matthew the picture. "There you go!" Gilbert chirped. "Your contact is now officially awesome. But not as awesome as me."

Matthew rolled his eyes, and Gilbert smirked. "Well… I have to go and feed Kumakuzi. My dog." He added, at Gilbert's questioning gaze.

"Okay! Expect a text from the awesome me. Bye Birdie." Gilbert said, flipping his hoodie up. Matthew waved goodbye, and turned around to leave. He didn't actually expect a text. He expected to be just another forgotten contact, sitting in Gilbert's phone.

So when his phone started singing 'O Canada' at two in the morning, he didn't know what to expect.