"Oh, NEO! No! Get off of the table!" Matthew said, pushing the cat off the table. He mewed slightly as he landed.

Matthew sighed and bent down to pet Neo. He purred gracefully in return.

The phone rang and interrupted their time together. "I'll be back, Neo!" Said Matthew as he ran to the phone to answer it. "Hello..?... Oh, G-gill.! Hey... Oh, yeah, Uh.. My house is kind of a mess... Oh, I don't want you to-... Oh, OK. See you when you get here." He hangs up the phone, looked at Neo, crouched down, and squealed.

"Hehehehe! Gilbert is coming over! YAY! I can finally tell him how I feel! Uh... What if he rejects me..!?" He said standing up, putting his hand on his mouth. He started cleaning up, but Gilbert had arrived before he was finished.

Matthew fixed his hair and answered the door.

Gilbert was standing there, holding plastic bag. He was leaned back, and when he saw Matthew standing there, he blushed slightly.

"Let's make this quick! I have hot cocoa packets in mien bag und I don't vant hem to go to vaste." He said glaring inside.

He swiftly dodged Matthew as he walked in.

"This is what jou call a 'Mess'? This is far from a mess, mein freunde. . . Ow! Oh, du hast eine Katze? SO CUTE!" He said as he pried Neo off of the leg of his pants.

He put Neo on his left shoulder and moved his pet bird on the other one.

"There you go, bud. Hey, Matt. What's his name?"

Matthew blushed. Had Gilbert, his crush, just called him Matt? "Uh... N-Neo..." He choked out. Gilbert laughed.

"Well, I guess since jour house isn't really a 'Mess', ve can just get to zhe hot cocoa! How does that sound, Matt? Neo?" He said, Petting Neo's fur, then looking at Matthew.

"Uh... Matt? A-are you Okay? Jou look a little pale, und I know pale! ..." Gilbert asked.
He slowly walked over to Matthew. He was just blushing.

"Y-yeah! I'm fine!" Matthew said as he laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

"Let's get this hot cocoa going, eh?" He said excitedly. Gilbert smiled. "Ja, that's more like it!"
He went into the Kitchen, put the bag on the table, and looked over at Matthew.

"Ok, I need two cups, a tiny bowl, und a couple of spoons!" Gilbert commanded.

Mathew walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two coffee cups. "Like these?" He asked as he showed Gilbert the cups.

"Ja, danke. Now, a tiny bowl." He said, taking the cups out of Matthew's hands.

As Gilbert was taking the cups, he grabbed Matthew's hands. Matthew blushed, rushed over to the next cabinet over.

He reached in and grabbed a small cat's dish, and placed it on the counter. When Matthew turned around, he noticed that Gilbert has been gazing upon him. His gorgeously red eyes met with Matthew's. He blushed madly. He put the bowl on the table, walked over to the sink, reached to the drawer underneath it, and grabbed three spoons. He placed the spoons on the table. "N-now what?" He asked. Gilbert narrowed his eyes and pulled Matthew's arm as he said softly, "Küss mich." He let Gilbert's lips touch his.

"HEY! Matt! Snap out of it, brohas!" Gilbert said, snapping his fingers in front of Matthew's face. "Huh!? Oh, yeah, what next...?" He said with a start. Gilbert was startled. "Yeesh! You're zoning out like crazy, brohas. Are you sure you're alright?"

Matthew hesitantly nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm fine! I told you!" "Nein, jou're not! Tell me zhe trutzh, Matt!" Gilbert started to shout. He was beginning to lose his patience with Matthew.

He drew closer and closer to Matthew within each word he said.
"Please tell me. - Are you sick!?" He asked and put the back of his hand on Matthew's forehead. Matthew blushed madly.

"I-I don't know how you're going to react so, no." Matthew said, quietly, backing up more as Gilbert got closer. "Come on, Mattie. Jou know jou can tell me, right?" He said, closing in on Matthew. He ended up backing up into the lower cabinets.

Matthew looked down at his feet as he twiddled his thumbs.
"Please don't make me run in my own home..." He looked up at Gilbert, eyes filled with tears.
Gilbert was shocked. He didn't mean to make Matthew cry. Well, usually when Matthew's sad, he asks for hugs. Maybe he needs a hug to make him feel better.

Gilbert leaned in and hugged Matthew tightly. Matthew had stopped crying but, was red from blushing.

Their bodies drew closer as Gilbert squeezed tighter, drowning his face in the smell of Matthew's hair and clothes.

Matthew had felt his hair slightly move as Gilbert breathed in and out.
During the hug, Neo had moved from Gilbert's shoulder to Matthew's shoulder.
When the two parted, Gilbert had gotten lost in Matthew's eyes. Matthew blushed as Gilbert's face leaned in closer and closer until their lips met.

Matthew's face got redder than Antonio's ripest tomatoes. Matthew's back was arched and he was gripping the side of the counter as Gilbert's hand smoothly slipped up Matthew's sweat shirt.

"Ah, not again! Matt! Jo'! Vhat's gotten into jou!?" Gilbert yelled. He walked up to Matthew.
'If he's like zhis,' he thought, 'does zhat mean I can do anyzhing to him...?'

"Ah! J-jou're alive!? ...Uh! Uhm, J-jeah, so let's get zhis Hot Cocoa going, eh?" He said as the Canadian snapped back to reality, startling him.

The other half of the night was awkward for both of them. Just sipping on Hot Cocoa and watching Netflix until Gilbert fell asleep on the couch.

Matthew giggled, cuddled up next to him, and went to sleep happily.

The next morning, Matthew woke up alone. He sat up and looked in the Kitchen to see Gilbert there petting Neo and his bird at the same time.

When Gilbert saw Matthew looking at him, he said, "Hey, what the hell was that crap last night!?" and stood up.

"I-I... What!?" Matthew didn't think he did anything wrong.

"You know exactly 'What'! Laying next to me like that!?"

Matthew was shocked. He didn't know that would make him mad.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... It was just... "

Matthew took in a deep breath, then let it ALL out.

"Well, you know of how you and Francis hang out sometimes? Yeah, well, I heard about you and once we started hanging out, I then realised that I had developed a tiny, little, teensy, bit of a crush on you..."

Gilbert looked at Matthew, stunned and expressionless.

". . . Wow," That's all he could say. "I-I think I'm going to. . . Go, now. I-I need to process everything..." He said, grabbing his bird off the table, he placed Neo on the ground, and walked speedily out of the door.

Matthew tried to head after him, but saw there was no point. He stood there on the porch in silence until he slumped his face into his hands.

"I screwed up BIG!" He yelled. He walked back inside to see Alfred standing there. "Huh? What's up, Mattie?"

Matthew sighed. "Well, I did it, Alfie. I said what I needed to. He left, though!"
Alfred tilted his head.

Alfred made up some faulty excuse to go somewhere. "I think we've run out of milk..." He got in his car and drove off. "Alfred! Where are you going!?"

Matthew walked back into the house to see Arthur walking out of Alfred's room. Arthur's shirt was off, his hair was messy, and he didn't have his contacts in.

"Alfred, you look different..." He said hanging his arm around Matthew's shoulders. "You're drunk again, aren't you?" he asked as he got a whiff of Arthur's breath. "I'm not drunk! You're just mean!" He yelled.

Matthew pushed Arthur's arm off of him. "At least go brush your teeth, Ugh! Put your contacts in, while you're at it..." Matthew gingerly shoved at the half naked British. "I'm going to make some hot coco-... H-hot Tea for you..."

He quickly changed the subject before the memories of that night. "S-so, How are things at your work...?" Arthur was just standing there, gazing at Matthew.

"You know, Matt. It isn't always easy... The first time always hurts, I mean, Alfred definitely hurt as our first time came to play..." Matthew had finished making the Brit's Tea and slowly, carefully walked his cup over to him. Arthur was still yammering on and did not cease.

"You know, Mattie, I wouldn't be so surprised to hear that you didn't have 'fun' last night... Know why? Because you're will ever notice you..." And so on, and so on.

Mathew slumped his head down. He never liked the British man; he just put up with his mouth because Alfred thought he was in love. (BLEH!)

"Stop bullying mein awesome Matthew, Arthur!" Was all that Matthew heard.

"G-Gil...?" Matthew turned around to see the Albino German nuzzle upon Matthew's waist. Matthew blushed.

He reached over to the Bag on the table and held it out in front of him. Gilbert looked up. "H-here... You l-left this..".

Gilbert smiled wide and laughed. "Eh. . .? Look inside." Matthew was confused. He wondered what was in here.

He opened the bag. When he saw what was inside, he blushed. He took it out of the bag and inspected it further in amazement.

"Wow! Gilbert! T-this is amazing! Hehehe! I could just kiss you!"

He stopped, realized what he said, but before he could take it back, Gilbert leaned in and said with a quiet, lustful, whisper, "Don't mind if I do, Birdie. . ."

Matthew felt Gilbert's lips on his. His eyes fluttered shut. Gilbert's hand made its way around Matthew's waist as he was being pulled in by the pale German man to deepen the passionate connection between them.

'T-this isn't any dream of mine, Is it!? God, I hope not!' Matthew thought.

As they parted, Gilbert let a smirk to wander on his face. "How was that, little Birdie?" Gilbert chuckled. Matthew Blushed.

"D-does this mean what I think it does. . . ?" Matthew choked out with shaky breaths.

"Hmm.I think it may or may not have something to do with your story being nearly the exact same as mine," Matthew blushed crazily.

He lost grip of the gift that Gilbert had given him. Good thing they stood on the living room carpet so it wouldn't break. Arthur had run off to get Alfred. They both returned a few minutes later.

"Hey, What the hell's going on?" Alfred shouted.

He saw Gilbert there, whose hand wrapped around Matthew's waist. He saw Matthew blushing.

"Gilbert? What are you doing here? Why are you touching Mattie like that?" He walked up to Gilbert.

He then snapped his focus onto Matthew, irritably. "And you!" He shouted, slightly pushing Gilbert aside gently.

"What was up with you almost hitting Arthur!? What was that about?"

Matthew was confused. Matthew had been nice to everyone, even if he always wanted to pumble them to a pulp. Matthew was too embarrassed to say the full thing, so Gilbert stepped in

"Arthur was speaking of such cruel things towards Matthew... He vas close to crying, but I don't think he would ever have it in him to intentionally assault anyone!"

Alfred gave Arthur an intense glare and made him apologise to Matthew.

Gilbert put his hand on Matthew's shoulder, he nodded. Matthew smiled.

"But, it's okay because Gilbert got me this!" Matthew picked his gift from off the ground. He let out a sigh of relief that it hadn't been broken. Matthew held it up to his chest with pride.

Alfred looked at it from various different angels. Then, gave up. "Okay, I give up. What is its significance towards the two of you?"

Matthew gave one half of it to Gilbert for him to hold. He held the other side. Alfred watched the two in slight confusion.

"It's matching mugs that say, 'He's mein Birdie!' on his half and, 'He's mon Polar Bear!' on mine. It's so sweet!" Matthew said, blushing madly.

Gilbert had snuck a kiss onto Matthew's cheek. Alfred was shocked.

And, that's when it fit together. Before Alfred could think of his words, they just spilled out, "W-wait! Matt! Are you and Gilbert gay for eachother?"