Basking in the evening rays, he leaned back with a sigh of contentment. Grasping the guitar, he strummed a chord in experiment; the instrument wasn't half bad for being a cheap find. In fact, it held a sweet, simple sound, one that was lovely to hear and sung with feelings of endless blue skies and gentle ocean waves.

Playing another few notes, he hummed with the reverberating strings, soft as to not disturb the other in the white washed beach house. Falling into the well-rehearsed song, his fingertips danced across the surface of the guitar, plucking notes into the air around him with ease. He would never be as good as Matthew, but he did have some skill in the musical department. Now, give him a piano or violin and he would rock until his fingers bled exhaustion; those two instruments were the ones he prided himself in, and damn if he wasn't awesome at it. Guitar, though, was Matthew's thing; the kid was a natural, the way he could harmonize the music. Quite amazing, really.

"There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart…" the line was sung with feeling, and he jumped as a pair of lips brushed over the top of his head, soft and quiet.

Matthew sat on the top of the steps with him, looking at the sinking sun in the distance. The gold of dusk touched his hair perfectly, framing the edges and turning his already blond hair a shade lighter with the beach sunset. He admired how handsome he was; Gilbert knew that he was lucky to have him. It wasn't every day that you would find someone as perfect as Canada.

Prussia hummed the accompanying lyrics; laughing, Matthew rested his head his shoulder and leaned against his side, pressing into him. They fit like matching puzzle pieces, and Gilbert felt a genuine smile spread across his face.

"Can't sing, eh?"

"Maybe not."

Chucking again, Matthew started up on the song again, picking up from where Prussia had left off. "And all of the moments might just find their way into my dreams tonight, but I know that they'll be gone when the morning lights sings…"

The two sat outside on the porch steps, one humming the accompany melodies to match the other's rising and falling voice. It was moments like these that he loved, caught up in an easy relationship that didn't require meaningless chatter or pillow talk. Just two guys with a guitar, enjoying the company and watching the sun set low over the horizon.

"I believe in memories; they look so, so pretty when I sleep-Hey now, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, and there is no, no song I could sing, and there is no combination of words I could say; but I will still tell you one thing, we're better together."

Letting the last note fade into the sound of the ocean's whispering, he leaned over and kissed Matthew soundly. "I love it when you sing. You're so talented, sheesh! Way to outshine the awesomeness, Matt!"

A tinge of red spread across the blond's cheeks. "Oh, stop it, Gil. You're not so bad on that guitar, either."

Huffing, he faced Matthew. "Says the pro who writes his own and gets major deals from big record companies trying to sign him."

Laughing, the other elbowed him in the ribs. "I said stop it. What's for dinner?"

"…you're always hungry, aren't you?"

"Maybe."

"And you still stay so thin…but whatever. I was thinking we could stop at that place downtown, you know, that local's favorite?"

"Sounds good."

"Sweet."

Prussia grinned and kissed him again. "We should do this more often."

"What, go out to eat?"

"No! It's always about food, isn't it! I mean the song thing we had going on, stupid."

"Oh. Sure, why not? It's kinda nice. And hey, take it back! I'm only thinking about dinner because I'm hungry."

"Sure, sure."

"It's true!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

"Hey Gil?"

"Hmm?"

"Race you to the ocean!"

"What!"

Without further prompting, the two flew down the stairs, guitar lying forgotten in their mad sprint to the beach. It was always like this; silly competitions for bragging rights and giggles.

Sand flew from beneath his feet as he chased his gold-touched blond, skimming over the ground and catching up in a few strides. He laughed openly when he reached the water's edge and dove in, submerging himself in a world of greens and blues.

"Hey, idiot!"

Coming back up for a breath of air, he was assaulted with multiple splashes, effectively blinding and meant in good fun. Shaking the water from his hair, he smirked and doused the other, dragging him under the water while pushing him through the curling wave and drenching them both in the process. Spluttering, Matthew resurfaced and pulled him under in revenge.

Finally tired of their antics, they stepped out of the salty water and back into reality, matching grins and red eyes apparent on both faces.

"Hey, Gilbert?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

Smiling, he looked at the man next to him and sighed, reaching over to kiss him lightly on the nose. "Love ya too, Matt."

AN :

You guys. I am SO SORRY about this ending. It was supposed to end a while back, but I didn't want to post something about 300 words long. And since silver's at the beach, have some PruCan! /shot