It was getting late.

Gilbert sighed as he scrolled through his recently updated blog. It seemed that at three am, none of his friends were online. The silver-haired teen didn't normally stay up so late, but his bed didn't look very inviting after his last night's nightmare involving his little bird and a swimming pool. He had promised himself to never watch Supernatural and Free! right before bed ever again.

Giving his blog one last scroll through, he lazily moved the cursor up to the 'log out' button. Just as he was clicking it however, an ask appeared in his mail box. Gilbert was a bit surprised, but was eager to read it. Which one of his friends were up this early in the morning? No wait, it was probably Ludwig telling him to go to bed. He stuck his tongue out as he quickly logged back in and clicked on his mailbox.

He was a bit surprised by who it was. This person had a username that he didn't recognize: 'hiddenpancakes701'. He frowned at it a bit before clicking on the username, not even bothering to read the ask. A smirk came to his face as he looked at the poor quality of the blog. It had little to no content and couldn't even compare with the awesome sight of his own page. The only real content was a small description entitled: Hello.

"Bonjour, my name is Matthew and I live in Canada, It is nice to meet you."

There wasn't even an email to contact him by. Just a link to his ask box. Clicking on his archive, he expected to see that this guy was a complete newbie, only to find that this Matthew fellow had been on this website for quite some time. 'Maybe he just isn't very creative…' Gilbert thought to himself as he clicked the back button a few times and returned to his ask.

"Ah, hello, I'd just like to say that I like your blog very much. The new format looks very nice."

Gilbert blinked in a bit of shock. So this guy was actually a bit nice eh? Interesting. He thought about his ask as he backed his swivel chair away from the table and spun it around… once, twice, and many more times. As he did so, he thought about his reply. Was this Matthew a genuinely nice person or was he playing him like some sort of troll? After further investigation on this guy's blog, he decided that , yes, this guy would be trusted.

Thus: He responded nicely.

"Ah Danke. I worked very hard on it."

He then made a strange emoticon and sent it out. After a moment of waiting for a response, he started to wonder if he had been to vague in his statement. Maybe he should have said more… And so, about a half an hour later, he sent him an ask.

"If you like, I can help you with yours. It seems rather blank right now."

He sent it off without thinking. After another second, he facepalmed and silently cursed about how rude he had sounded. He wished he could take it back but it was already too far gone. After another half an hour, he gave up and logged out. That Matthew guy had probably gotten offended and he had probably scared him off.

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The next day, Gilbert had gotten onto his blog at about noon. He blogging his usual nonsense until a little red box appeared on top of his ask box. He figured that it was on of his friends making contact, but was a bit surprised and excited to see it was the guy from last night.

"Ah, thank you for responding to me, I would enjoy your help… if it's not a bother to you of course."

Gilbert was actually quite happy that he had responded. He had been feeling a bit guilty that he had scared him off. Since he had responded, his guilt faded away and was replaced with a new found feeling of… friendship. It felt nice to be able to just talk with someone without having to try and be funny.

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Over time, their conversations became longer and more in depth. They learned each other's full names, where they lived… When Gilbert admitted to Matthew that he had never had a pancake before, he went to amazon and set up a pancake of the month program for him, so that Gilbert could taste a new pancake every month. The two were very close friends within a month. They had no idea what the other looked like, but that didn't mean they weren't each other's best friends.

Whenever Mattie got bullied online, Gilbert was there to help him through it. Whenever Gilbert felt down because of how hard his life was in his brother's basement, Matthew was there to calm him down and help him keep his mind off of it.

This seemed like the perfect relationship to Gilbert until Matthew got a new computer.

"It has a cool little camera so I could video chat if i want to! Through I'm not sure how it works…Do you know Gil?"

Gilbert frowned at his request. Matt wanted to Video Chat? He swallowed thickly at the thought, But what if he wasn't how he imagined him? What if Matthew had been lying to him the entire time and was actually a girl?

He quickly shook that thought from his head and stuck another piece of imported pocky into his mouth. Mattie would never lie like that.

"Yeah sure, gimmie a sec. I'll set mine up then give you instructions."

Within the next twenty minuets, Matthew had gotten his webcam set up and was waiting for Gilbert to join his chat.

"I'm ready." He typed as Gilbert clicked in.

It was then that his face dropped. The pocky in his mouth broke and fell onto the desk as his cheeks heated up. He could hear his heart in his ears. Who… Who was this beautiful person on the screen across from him? Certainly this couldn't have been the Matthew that he had grown to love more as a brother then anything else.

"Bonjour Gil." The Canadian said with a smile that made Gilbert's heart flutter. He was starting to feel lightheaded from the sound of his voice. How had he lived without those things before now? His head was spinning as he tried to come up with a response.

"Uhm… Gil?" Matthew asked as Gilbert struggled to come up with something to say. When he was sure that he had come up with something perfect: 'Hello Mattie you look much better in real life', he quickly went to say it.

"You're beautiful." Was what came out instead. He quickly wished he hadn't said that because of the confused look on Matthew's face.

"W-what?"

"I mean…" Gilbert cleared his voice and started again. "You…" He watched the image of Matthew a bit longer before finally completing his sentence. "You look splendid." Crap. Gilbert shook his head. He never spoke like that! Why was he so nervous? It was just Matthew! Adorable, cute, harmless Matthew…

"Gilbert, are you okay?" Matthew asked with a look of concern. Oh gosh he was too cute. The Prussian couldn't handle couldn't find the words to speak. But he knew he had to say something. Thus as he was about to, his laptop died.

So much for their first conversation. Gilbert had made a complete fool of himself. He felt so ashamed and was already missing the sound of his voice. He tried to keep the image in his head for as long as possible.

After about an hour of sitting there, he decided on what he was going to do. With that, he packed up some bags,

He was going to Canada to ask Matthew out.