Chapter 1

PruCan

Gilbert wandered aimlessly around the park, his combat boots flinging up snow with each step. Soft, white flakes drifted around him, sinking and melting into his platinum blonde hair.

A few kids ran past him, playing tag. Their excited yowls echoing and flowing with the crisp winter wind.

Gilbert rose his hand, adjusting his scarf tighter to block out the cold that threatened to prick his pale skin. Soft clouds of vapor rose from his mouth as he breathed out. He parted his jaws, opening his mouth to breathe out a yawn, his palm just hovering over his lips.

The peace was ruined as loud barks and pawsteps reverberated in his ears, and he was suddenly tackled by a giant, white dog.

A long, slobbery, warm tongue ran up and down his face, covering it in saliva. His nose scrunched up as he nudged the dog off of his body.

The dog whined loudly as a collar slipped over its head and onto its neck.

"Ah! I am so sorry for my dog, he gets kind of excited near people." The owner of the dog said assiduously, his hand held tightly on a maple leaf-patterned leashed.

"Kesesese~ Don't worry, I'm- Holy shit, Birdie?" Gilbert gaped at the familiar man.

"Gilbert? What a surprise, haha." Matthew said, rubbing the back of his head.

"I didn't expect you to be here." Gilbert said, standing up and brushing himself off.

Matthew glanced away. "Well, surprise surprise, I've been living here for quite a bit, now. Almost three years." He turned back to Gilbert, flashing him a small smile. "I should be saying that. What're you doing here, eh?"

"Moved here for college, and West wanted to visit his boyfriend here." Gilbert smirked.

Matthew chuckled loosely, "Let me guess, Feliciano?"

"Yep! Luddy was so awkward confessing his love to poor Feli." Gilbert snickered, remembering his younger brother's flushed face. "Since we're talking about Lud, well, do you have a place I could stay in?" Gilbert said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Yes, infact I do. If you do not mind me asking, why do you need a place to stay?" Matthew stared at him curiously.

"Aaaah, a totally unawesome reason..." Gilbert began, his own face heating up, "West unawesomely kicked me out of the house." Gilbert chuckled bitterly.

"Ah! How unfortunate." Matthew said, his violet eyes widening with concern, "I happen to live with myself, so if it's alright with you, you can stay at my house for a bit, eh?"

"Hell yes! Birdie, your an awesome life saver, Kesesese!" Gilbert said, walking beside Matthew, who began leading the albino to his house.

When they had gotten into the house, Matthew placed his shoes in the hall, hung up his coat, and trotted over to the stairs. "If you're going to stay in my house, you'll have to follow some rules." Matthew said sternly, his face tightening fervently, placing his hands on his hips in a way Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle at. How cute.

"First, please do not play loud music. I work pretty late. Second, don't touch my maple syrup. Third, the fee is 50 dollars a day." Matthew said, apathetically.

"50 dollars?!" Gilbert choked. If he had water in his mouth, he totally would've done a spit-take.

"Kidding. No rules. Just don't break anything or be loud." Matthew adjusted his glasses, heading upstairs to give Gilbert a tour.

After touring the whole house, Matthew apointed Gilbert his room, then slipped into the kitchen to cook up some pancakes.

Gilbert sat at the mahogany wood table, glancing at Kuma who was staring at him. "Hallo, Eisbär Hund." He stuck his tongue out at the large white dog. Kuma's tail began to wag, his tongue lolling lazily out of his mouth as he tilted his head.

"Alrighty, sir awesome Gilbert, here's your cake o' the pan. Enjoy." Matthew placed a plate of two pancakes in front of Gilbert whos eyes brightened.

"Kesesese, Birdie! Your awesome pancakes are the best!" Gilbert winked at the Canadian. Matthews face heated up, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks and he hurried over to his own seat.

"Hey, Birdie! Where's Alfred, isn't he like, always with you?" Gilbert said with a mouth full of pancakes in his mouth. He lifted his fork and shoved in more.

Matthew inwardly cringed, "He went to Japan for the rest of the month to visit this Japanese guy he really likes."

Gilbert smirked. "Well, I guess me and Alfred are pretty alike."

"W-what is that supposed to mean?" Matthew stuttered, his face glowing pink. "And it's Alfred and I..." He added, muttering.

"Kesesesese! I've come to visit someone I really like. His name starts with an M and ends with a W."

Matthew twindled his thumbs, embarassed.

Scraaape! Gilbert pushed his chair back, standing up and strolling over to the ruffled Canadian. He swept his hand gently underneath his chin and turned Matthew's head towards him.

The space between their faces grew smaller as Gilbert leaned in and placed his lips over Matthew's, feeling the blonde tense at the sudden contact. Matthew, frozen with shock, widened his eyes and hesitated.

Gilbert pulled away from the awkward and sloppy kiss, straightening himself and smirking at the flustered other. "Sorry 'bout that, Birdie. Totally unexpected. I couldn't help but kiss your cute face!" Gilbert reached over, placing his hands on Matthew's rosy cheeks, and squishing his face.

"I-I... It's alright, heh.." Matthew huffed.

"So uh, I guess it's the right time now..." Gilbert started. Matthew looked up at him.

"I should come clean and say... That I, the Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, really like you, Matthew Williams. Not platonically, romantically. And I really want to be with you, despite this confession being awkward, I have really liked you for awhile and I hope you feel the same." Gilbert breathed out.

"I-I... Hmph... I have really liked you too!" Matthew said quickly, the air dense with ungainly uneasiness.

"Whoo!" Gilbert cheered, pulling Matthew into a tight embrace, "Hell yes, LET'S BE HOMO!" Gilbery yowled in his ear.

Matthew winced. "Hahaha, yes."

"KESESESESE! Our relationship will be totally cliché and awesome!" Gilbert said, swinging Matthew forwards, then leaning back, causing Matthew to dip back like they were dancing.

They spent the rest of the day doing a feeble try at a dance, and eating pancakes.

Like a normal couple.

Right?