Gilbert blinked as he continued to stare at Matthews soft lips.
Was he talking? Yeah … yeah he was and Gilbert kind of felt … a little bad that he couldn't focus on what the Canadian was saying, but it wasn't Gilberts fault that his boyfriend had the most beautiful lips he'd ever seen. Though they weren't the kind of lips that stood out or were obviously awesome, but they were … simple, you had to look at them, feel them, before you could really say for sure that they were this amazing, but when you finally noticed it … it was hard to *not* notice.
Again, they were beautiful, or in Gilberts own words, 'awesome.'
"Gil …? Hey!" Matthew flicked Gilberts forehead, "Gil, are you even listening to me?"
"Uh, yeah," the Prussian shook his head a bit, "Yeah, sorry Birdie, I just got a bit distracted." He ginned, that wide grin that he always seemed to keep on, and it was easy for Matthew to tell that he was trying to say 'sorry' without actually saying sorry.
So Matthew went back to talking and Gilbert went back to staring, though maybe he was listening just a bit more.
Authors note: So this is the first drabble I've posted on here and it's really short and ... uh ... I don't really know how I feel about posting my writing where anyone can see it, but um ... I hope anyone who sees this likes it
