A/N: I honestly don't see enough of this pairing here on fanfiction, and to be honest it's becoming my OTP! Haha. I know it's a little short for a first chapter, but I'll fix it in the upcoming chapters.

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Matthew sighed as he ran his thumb over the letter again, picking at the edges. He had been staring at it for quite some time now, and frankly, he was beginning to forget what was inside the letter rather than how it was folded.

Inside it was simply an address, written some what illegible as if the sender had been in a hurry, onto a piece of crumpled white paper. At the center of the page were bold, brush stroke characters he did not understand.

"It's probably Chinese." He said to himself quietly.

Beneath the characters were most likely the English translation, 'Longevity Springs'.

Matthew stared at the bottom corner of the paper, where even more illegible writing was found.

'Hey Mattie! Arthur and I got an invite to this place from Yao! He's got a bunch of these all over the place! It's suppose to be like a life changing experience and after you leave you get all epic and stuff which I don't really think will do much for me, cuz I'm pretty epic to begin with but whatever! Arthur's been a crab lately and me being the great guy I am thought it'd be best if you come too! Y'know, catch up and stuff! See ya there!'

Alfred's signature had to be the most visible thing on the paper. Above it were drawn stars and what seemed to look like fire works.

Matthew chuckled, "It's Alfred's alright."

He stopped again, realizing the preferred time to arrive was 6:30.

"It's...already 6:00!"

He felt something nuzzle against his feet and looked down.

"K-Kumajirou..."

The polar bear gave him an odd look.

The blonde sighed as he placed the letter aside and picked the bear up into his arms, "One of these days, I promise, you'll remember."

The Canadian leaned his head forward, having his nose brush against Kumajirou's wet one. "What do you think Kumajirou, should I go?"

If he did decide to go, would Alfred even remember he invited him? What if he had invited him without China knowing? Who knows how crowded the place might be; Matthew did not want to be a burden, especially if it had to do with Alfred. And didn't you usually attend hot springs in the nude? He most certainly did not like the idea of being completely naked and vulnerable in front other men. To be frank, he didn't like the idea of being completely naked and vulnerable period.

But...

If Alfred and Arthur were going, then maybe...

"Matthew Williams!" He scolded himself, shoving his now reddened face into his polar bear. "Honestly..."

'Maybe Francis will be there too...'

He set his beloved pet down and sat down, his face still hot. He started doing that thing again, with his fingers. Where he'd rub one thumb over the other, thinking explicitly of the infamous womanizer.

"I g-guess...I'll go. I mean, I haven't seen Arthur in a while, and it would be nice to talk a little."

He felt black eyes on him.

"No K-Kumajirou! I am not going to go just to see if Francis is there!" Said a flustered and huffed Matthew.

The bear was still oblivious, unsure why he was yelling, or who he was for that matter.

"It's n-not as if I want to see him! Why would I want to see him n-n-naked?"

Oh God. The image crept into his mind again. Rock hard chest and torso, covered in rose petals. Tons of rose petals. Those half lidded, teal colored eyes would blink slow. Painfully slow. He'd let one hand run through his golden locks and let the other curl a finger and gesture it toward him, calling to him in that husky whisper, "Matthieu, come here, mon chéri, I need you."

The mental image gave him such a chill. He rubbed at his arms and crossed his legs almost involuntarily.

"I need to see him, even if only for a little..." He admitted to feeling a tad pathetic, thinking of the man who raised him and did little to notice him now. Still, Matthew couldn't help this lump of affection he had always kept even after all these years.

"Maybe if I see him I'll-" He paused again when he felt something trickle down his nose.

He let a finger trace down his nostril, and gasped at the sight of blood.

"Oh n-no! Not again!" He screeched, running to his bathroom to stop what was left of the flowing nosebleed.

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Well that's all I want to write for now~ it's one of my first APH fics. :D