BE WARNED ... OOC-ness ahead I don't own anything but my fail of a story

He looked over the sleeping form of his lover, from his silvery white hair and closed red eyes, down his scarred torso and past where the blankets covered him and Mathew couldn't help but wonder if Gilbert really felt the same. Seeing that the ex-nation wouldn't be getting up anytime soon so he started speaking in a quieter voice than normal. "Do you really love me? Or do you just say it out of pity. Do you make love to me or just fuck me? I know that you're the only one that sees me and not just a quiet America look alike, and you actually use the word 'awesome' to describe me. I love you so much, sometimes you're the only thing keeping me from ending it all and just handing my land to America." Mathew sighed and felt a few tears escaping his eyes. He was about to continue questioning his sleeping lover when his ruby coloured eyes flickerd open.
"Birdie?"...

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Please excuse this epic failure