Matthew Williams, the semi-transparent nation of Canada, sat on the couch in his living room, his attention divided between two things. 1: the vicious hockey game that was intensified by the new plasma-screen TV attached to the wall, and, 2: the man who had given him said plasma-screen. Gilbert Beilschmidt. The self-proclaimed 'awesome' Prussia. Who had an odd expression on his face. Matthew curled in closer to Gilbert, smiling as his eyes snapped back to reality when Matt's hand inched further up his thigh.
"What is it, birdie?" Gilbert smiled, more of a feral grin than a smile, Matt decided.
"You looked out of it." Matt tried to get even closer, ignoring the hand moving towards his 'vital regions.' "Penny for your thoughts."
"Penny?" Matt's head spun from the sudden change in his center of gravity; he was now lying on the couch with Gilbert straddling him. "Penny?" Gil repeated, his face now only inches from Matt's. "You want to pay for the awesome Prussia's thought with a PENNY?"
"Umm… I believe that's the expression," Matthew's reasoning skills weren't functioning very well, he believed it had something to do with the fact that Gilbert's breath smelled like maple syrup and that his lips were close, really close…
"A penny…" Damn it, was he purring? He was fucking purring now! Matt's pants got a little tighter, and he wished Gilbert would get to his point already. "A penny. Hell no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar! 'Cause everyone wants the pearls of awesomeness that I think up!"
"I think it's supposed to be pearls of wisdom, smart one." Matt's breath hitched, being this close without actually doing anything was teasing. Teasing, fair and simple. Why did Gilbert love to do this to him.
"Really?" Gil got closer, which had seemed impossible until Matt was literally covered with his body. "But for you, birdie," he grinned again as his Matt blushed. "For you, they're free. And if you really wanted to know what I was thinking about…" He trailed off seductively; his eyes alight with lust, love and a little spark of… awesome.
"I wanna know." Matthew managed to gasp out.
"You suuure you wanna know?" Gilbert drawled, the smile crossing his entire face.
"Yes!" God damn it, if he didn't stop teasing him…
"I was thinking about how you looked so perfectly fuckable right now…"
"HEY MATTIE!" Alfred barged into the house, as usual. "Wait…" his eyes widened when he saw the situation in front of him. "WHY ARE YOU RAPING MY BROTHER!"
"Shut UP, Alfred!" Matt was pissed. Really pissed. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Achoo!" Alfred sneezed, then pouted. "I thought you might have a way to help. I'm really sick of this recession right now."
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my health care benefits." Matt snarked.
"What?" Alfred put a hand to his chest in mock horror, and then realized that the Prussian was still on top of his brother. "GET OFF HIM!"
"Why should I? My birdie's mine." Gilbert looked up at Alfred and smirked. "Go play fuck buddies with Artie, 'hero.'"
"W-WHAT?" Alfred looked nonplussed for a second; then a glimmer of realization crossed his face. "That idea's actually not half bad." He dialed a number into his cell phone and left as abruptly as he came, muttering something about needing more lube and another maid outfit. Matthew didn't even want to know.
"So, where were we…"