A/N Companion piece to my other fic, "Happiest Place on Earth? NOT!". It's not necessary to read that one first, but it might make some things a little clearer. Please enjoy!
Gilbert never really intended to destroy the entire left wing of the Los Angeles Convention Center. He had only meant to get an empty conference room to shake up the summit a little (because it was totally not awesome and boring as hell). But, somehow, half of the convention center had ended up destroyed and Gilbert now had an unexpected day with nothing planned. Awesome.
Ludwig, being a total unawesome dork as usual, was planing to see art and some Mexican street by the time Gilbert got back to the room the two Germans had been forced to share. An (awesome) idea quickly formed in the Prussian's head.
"Hey, West, there's no way I"m spending a day doing crap like this," he scoffed as he swept the maps of Olvera street off the table. "We have to go to Disneyland." Phase One, begun.
Instantly, Feliciano, who had ended up in their room somehow, started jumping up and down and ve-ing in excitement. Gilbert grinned as his plan fell in to motion. West had such an unawesome habit of caving in to all of the Italian's demands. Phase One, complete.
Matthew had been quietly enjoying room service pancakes drizzled with his own personal stash of syrup kept in a maple leaf-shaped flask when Gilbert (rather awesomely) dropped onto the balcony outside his room and strode casually in, throwing himself down on the Canadian's bed. Matthew sputtered in shock and indignation.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" he shrieked.
"Getting pancakes," Gilbert replied as he snatched the plate of pancakes away from Matthew and started wolfing them down.
"Hey, those are mine!" Matthew whined.
"Order more and charge it to West," Gilbert said offhandedly, licking the remaining syrup off of the now free from pancakes plate. Matthew made a face.
"That's disgusting."
"You know you like it," Gilbert teased, giving the plate a sensual lick. Matthew shuddered and turned as red as his hoodie.
"I do not!" he responded forcefully. Gilbert shrugged, grabbed the remote, and turned on the television. They were in the middle about some cartoon about a dysfunctional yellow family with an obese, extremely stupid father when Gilbert decided it was time for Phase Two of his Awesome Plan of Awesomeness to begin.
"Oi, Mattie, let's go out tomorrow."
"Out?" the Canadian questioned.
"The summit is canceled so let's go out tomorrow," Gilbert explained slowly. Matthew shrugged.
"Sue, why not. Where to?" Phase Two, complete! Gilbert grinned at his success and held a finger up to his mouth.
"Secret."
Matthew sighed.
"As long as it's not another strip club."
"That was one time! Will you let it go already?"
Gilbert, who had stayed the night, actually woke Matthew up early the next day. By pinching his nose shut and waiting for him to run out of air.
"Dammit, Gilbert, why can't you just poke me in the arm or something?" yelled Matthew.
"Because that wouldn't be fun. Besides, we need to leave early if we wanna have an awesome day."
"Will you at least tell me where we're going?" asked Matthew after he had showered and dressed.
"The awesome me will give you a hint," Gilbert replied as they rode the elevator down to get to the taxi. "It's the third awesomest place on earth!"
Matthew blinked. "'Third awesomest?'" he repeated. "I have no idea, really, just tell me, Gil."
By that time, they had arrived at the lobby.
"Well, the most awesome place is obviously Prussia." That was no surprise to Matthew. "The second most awesome place is Canada."
Matthew instantly flushed. Partly from pride, that Gilbert thought so highly of his country. The other part arose from Matthew's hopeful inference that Gilbert liked him.
"Where's the third most awesome place?" he asked as they slid in the taxi.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Knott's Berry Farm."