"Roderich, you know that I love you."

Roderich turned around and looked over to gape at the Prussian; astonished by the statement that he had uttered so reverently. "Gilbert… You can't mean that."

Gilbert walked up to him and cupped his face in his calloused hands. "I wouldn't have said that if I didn't mean it."

They stared at each other in silence for a long time, taking in each other's features. There was nothing to ruin this moment. Roderich's betrothed being far off in another country for the moment. Everything seemed to stop. Gravity seemed to move them closer, their eye contact never straying. This was it. This was their moment…

"MATTIEU! I CAME TO VISIT AGAIN, MON COEUR!"

Matthew Williams looked up and sighed as he stopped writing up his latest novel. He had been doing so well! He had been making such a good progress on it! Finally after months of writer's block and several dates with the current intruder of the house, he had made progress!

"MATTIEU!"

"I'M IN HERE FRANCIS!" And you just interrupted the biggest writer's muse of all time, he added mentally.

"Matthieu! There you are!" Francis walked in and smiled brightly, holding up a bottle of wine and his usual workbag. "I decided that we should have a dinner here at home!"

Matthew sighed and shut his laptop; smiling faintly. "That was sweet of you. Sure. I'll make some pancakes and we can enjoy the evening."

"Oh? Are you writing again? Oh…" Francis opened the laptop again and grinned as he skimmed through the latest writing, "tres bon! This is quite good Mattieu! I still think we should move to France and have you become a professional."

"E-eh? T-that's ridiculous. I still need to work on my story. I feel like it's missing something."

Francis shook his head. "I don't see any problem with it. Your writing about l'amour and it's well seen in this… although…" He smiled that suspicious smile of his and continued, "if you were to add a little more detail when you get into what they actually do… Oh, oui; this story would be on the top of the booklists."

Matthew sighed and opened the wine, pouring them both glasses and shutting the laptop again. "We've been over this, I am going to write the scene, but it's not going to be written by me and me alone. I'm not getting your advice for it."

"Oui, oui; you've told me that already." Francis led him out to the balcony and they sat down upon the outdoor furniture. "Mattieu, I think you are working too hard. You need to relax; spend your time having some joy in your life."

"M-maple, I am getting my story done. It's been ages since I have written anything."

Francis took a sip of his wine and leaned back, all but showing off his unbuttoned shirt and hence his chest. A smiled played on his face and he winked, "I still think that you could use a bit of l'amour. At least enough to keep your writing juices pumping."

Matthew sipped his wine and kept a distance by sitting in the other balcony chair. "I think I'll pass…"

Francis sighed and leaned back, "I am always available if you need me, Mattieu."

"I'm aware of that."

"Mon Coeur, I think we need to go and hang out with some others. You know," he leaned forward and flashed his wicked grin, "we can join Arthur and Alfred at the bar…"

Matthew held back a groan of annoyance; the last thing he wanted to do was spend an evening watching Francis and Arthur get drunk while Alfred went on about aliens. He sighed and looked down at Francis's bag to frown. "Huh? What's that?"

"Hmm? Oh!" Francis pulled out an old leather bound novel and laughed, "Arthur left it on my desk this morning at work. I was explaining cooking to him and he started throwing around what he called curses." Francis shook his head, "it was so amusing. You should have seen it!"

Matthew took the book from him and flipped through the pages. This is in-"

"Old English. I know. I flipped through it during lunch and cursed my boss with a pox of 'horsedung' for the next two weeks." Francis's glass of wine became drained and he began to pour himself another glass.

"Hey, look at this, " Matthew moved closer to Francis and pointed, "bring a creature into being."

"Mattieu? I don't see the purpose of that. Unless you are suddenly listening to your brother Alfred and think that we should bring aliens into creation."

"No. I was thinking-" The doorbell interrupted what he was going to say and Matthew sighed as Francis jumped up and ran to answer the door to, surprise surprise, Arthur and Alfred.

"Mes Amis! Welcome! We were just chatting about you two."

"Stop acting like a frog and let us the bloody hell in!"

"I was thinking it would be amazing to actually meet one of my story characters," Matthew finished quietly. He set the book aside and walked back in to greet his guests; carrying in with him the wine and pouring them both glasses.

Alfred shook his head and pulled the wine away. "Dude! We should totally have some of my epic new soda! I wanna mass produce this!"

"O-okay."

Francis pulled him and Arthur close and the evening continued in awkward, drunken spirals downward.

A/N: I'm writing after an epic idea I found in a friend's notebook. She basically went, "you can write this if you want," and I replied, "AWESOME!" XD

I'm not sure about pairings… I'm divided in how I want this to turn out.

PruCan or PruAus?

FraCan or FrAus?

England x Someone?

America x Someone?

It's hard to decide. I'm just very happy not to have a huge Hungary frying pan thing or a Germany x Italy thing going right now. I'm still deciding on their involvement (if any) for this.

Anyway, reviews would be exceptional. I want to know what the world thinks I should do (even though there are odds that I won't listen to a word you say).