Heyyyyy, i'm back.

I wrote most of this story during school hours. It's Really OOC. I dunno if you like it, or what, but, whose writing the story here? THANK YOU. Tell me if i misspell anything so i can cut my fingers off. Thanks..

This story (FINALLY) has chapters. GO ME!

It's kidna seems like a one night stand type of thing.. but you'll get it when you read it..

DON'T EAT ME ALIVE.

DISCLAMER! - I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters or any pictures i may use.

(about that last statement, i might use pictures/might not. I'll see how this turns out)

Hope you enjoy, andddddd reviews make me write faster :'D

Matthew's P.O.V.

Matthew was walking down the street, leaving IHOP. It was national free pancake day, and boy, did he love pancakes. It was late, and there was hardly anyone out on the streets. Matthew was staring at the ground, walking slowly, but not watching where he was going. He could hear footsteps in front of him, but when he looked up, he was already crashing into someone, sending them both to the ground.

"Oi, was die große Idee der . ." The man said as Matthew searched for his glasses.

"S-sorry!" Matthew looked up to see half opened red eyes looking away from him. He knew the language was German, but he didn't look German.

". . Sorry." He repeated.

"Es ist okay. Are you alright?" The German used his legs to stand up as he held a hand out towards Matthew.

"I'll live . ." Matthew Grunted as the older male pulled him up. He smiled, pat Matthew's shoulder, and strode off.

"Wait!" Matthew ran up behind him as he turned around.

"What's your name . . ?"

"Gilbert. You?"

"I-I'm Matthew. Do . . do you want to, I don't know, hang out sometime, or something?"

"Sure. That'd be awesome."

Gilbert's P.O.V.

Beer. beer. beer. beer. beer. Gilbert was a little tipsy, but not drunk. Sure, he had a few beers, talked to couple of trash cans, but he wasn't drunk. He just left a bar, or, was kicked out for following women into the bathroom. He didn't drink enough to get him drunk, that's just what he does. It's amazing they still let him back in that place. Since his brother refused to let him into the house when he went out drinking, Gilbert was out enjoying a night on the town. He would occasionaly stop to admire a discarded cigarette butt on the floor, or talk to himself everytime he saw his reflection in a closed shop window. Gilbert finally sobered up a little and realized he was talking to nobody. He turned, still looking towards the window enjoying his beautiful self when he ran into somebody, causing them both to fall.

"Oi, was die große Idee der . ." Why can't people watch where they're going.. Gilbert thought as he rubbed his backside. He saw a boy- well, not really a boy, but someone younger than him, sitting in front of him, looking for his glasses. Damn, he's cute.. Gilbert looked away when the boy got his glasses on.

"S-sorry!" He's got a cute voice, too.

". . Sorry." The boy repeated.

"Es ist okay." Why am I talking in German to him? He probably doesn't even know it. "Are you alright?" Gilbert questioned as he stood up, holding a hand out to the cute boy. He reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I'll live . . " Gilbert smiled at his remark, gave the boy a pat on his shoulder, and began to walk off.

"Wait!" He called out. Gilbert turned around to see the boy running towards him.

"What's your name?"

"Gilbert. You?"

"I'm Matthew." He's even got an adorable name. "Do . . do you want to, I don't know, hang out sometime, or something?" Is he asking me out.. like, on a date? THIS IS AWESOME. Wait, I have to act cool- what am I talking about, I AM COOL.

"Sure. That'd be awesome." That's right. Play it cool.

I'm still not entirely sure why i'm sepparating this into chapters.. I just think it works better that way, you know?

And I realized his boring to just read the same stuff over and over, soooo no more P.O.V.'s, alrighty?

I'm actually writting the next chapter as we speak.. honhonhon..

{Translations~}

PLEASE NOTE: I used google translate, so don't wail on me if it's wrong.

Oi, was die große Idee der . . - Oi, what's the big idea . .

Est ist okay - It's okay.