A/N My first fic! Ever. Be nice, but please give tips, or whatever you can suggest! XD Thank you!

Pancakes and Hangovers

When I met Gil, for real, the fourth or fifth time I had seen him, it was a mess. I had seen him in the hall once or twice, the last time I fell, and he asked for my number. I looked deep into his bright red eyes, and it was amazing. Then my brother ran up to me, yelling, "ARE YOU OKAY?" and I murmured, "Yeah, I'm okay." After my brother Alfred left, still bothering that English guy he was always around, Gil asked if we could hang out, he asked for my number. I didn't care, he is gorgeous. Man, I sound like a creep, eh?

He had called on Saturday, around nine in the morning, in September. He was really hungover. Gil, Francis and Antonio had been out drinking late on Friday night. Gil's older brother, Ludwig, owns a bar, where they're always allowed in. Anyways, I picked up the phone, expecting some robot campaign, and there was Gil, asking if he could come over.. He was already in one of his family's expensive cars, driving over. I was alone; Mum and Papa had gone to Alfred's football game, they weren't coming back for at least 2 hours. I threw on my apron as soon as he hung up, I was ready. I started up the stove and mixed the batter, making pancakes for him.

I was dancing around the kitchen by the time he came, the pancakes sizzling on the stove and my iPod speakers blaring, when I saw him. Obviously, my iPod was set a little too loud. He was looking at me with a huge grin on his face and I was beet red. I felt like he could read my mind. I unbelievably stupidly stuttered, "H-he-hey."

The music was still playing loudly, but he heard me.

"Hello." He said, his eyes never leaving mine. As if he had complimented me I instinctively blushed, deep red. He walked over, smirking, still looking at me. I felt awkward, and reached up to take down my messy bun. I guess I looked good, because his eyes drifted down then back up again, checking me out. I was wearing a red v-neck, not my normal Canadian flag hoodie and my jeans. I thought I looked plain, but I guess I didn't. My silver wiry glasses slid down my nose, I slowly pushed them up. I couldn't breath with all the silence.

"So, um, hi! How are you?" I, uh just made pancakes! Want some?" I thought he plate of pancakes was probably cold by then, so I went over to the batter to make more.

"I'm awesome," he replied, leaning against the wall, "Oh and it's fine, I'll wait until you want to." He smiled, and I looked into his beautiful eyes. As I was staring awkwardly at him, the batter spilled all over the floor. I wanted to cry, but I knew I wouldn't.

"Oh, um, are you o-okay?" I stuttered, "It's everywhere," I walked on the batter and slipped, he moved to catch me; I landed in his arms, awkwardly. All in one swift movement, he moved to hold me softly, leaned down, and kissed me straight on the lips. He leaned back and smiled.

"I'm fine, Matt." I think I'm in love.

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