Ok, this is going to be a more-than-one-parter! I'm so excited! There may be yaoi later on (there will be XD)

Gilbert had been sitting there for about five minutes and was about to flip. A very cute man was being subjected to the terror that was, talking to Francis. Francis' advances were almost worse then Gilert's and he didn't seem to take the blond's hints at wanting to be left alone, so Gilbert decided to go help out, finishing the rest of his drink, he got up and walked towards them as though he had just come in the door.

"Hey, Birdie," Gilbert said. "Is this guy giving you trouble?" he growled.

The blond looked very distressed. He mumbled something into his drink but didn't tell Gilbert to go away.

Meanwhile, Francis was sweating. Maybe it was the leather coat or the steal-toed boots, but Gil did give off a bit of a scary biker vibe. "Well, are you bothering my boyfriend," it wasn't so much of a question.

"I was just leaving, hon hon hon," Francis laughed nervously and made an exit, slapping some cash down for his drinks.

Gilbert took his hand off the other's shoulder. "Wow, Francis can be fucking persistent," he started.

This got a laugh out of the other. "Yeah, thanks for the save."

"No problem. I'm Gilbert, by the way."

"Matthew," Matthew introduced himself. He looked at Gilbert and almost choked on the beer he'd just tried to drink. Maple, Gilbert was hot! His silver hair was like moon light and when he took off the leather jacket to revel a tight black v-neck, Matthew thought that his cheeks couldn't get any hotter. Coughing, he looked back down at his hands.

Gilbert looked at the man beside him, he couldn't not admit that Matthew was hot. (The way that he seemed to be dwarfed by large red sweater that he wore. And his long blond hair that hung down, except for that curl that stuck out, just wanting to be pulled.) Gilbert looked around the bar, searching for the barkeep. Once he'd tracked him down, he waved him over and ordered a drink, when he finally turned his attention back to Matthew, he had chugged the rest of his beer and was looking around the bar like he didn't quite know what was happening and GIlbert wondered how many beers he'd already had.

"You're so hot," Matthew told Gilbert, leaning forward.

Gilbert raised his eye brows and laughed, "Kesesese! Well thank you, Birdie."

"No, I'm serious. You're soooo hot," Matthew continued, standing up, flinging an arm around Gilbert's shoulders. "I want to kiss you. I want to run my fingers through your hair. I want you begging for me. Actually," Matthew hiccuped, "I just want you, all of you."

Gilbert's throat was dry. He wanted matthew too, but Matthew was drunk, it was rape if they had sex now. Plus Matthew seamed like he wouldn't be able to make it home alone. So instead, he asked, playing along; "Where do you live?"

Matthew giggled drunkenly and got up, ushering Gilbert to do the same. Gilbert placed some twenties on the table, hoping it would cover however many drinks the Canadian must have had to get that drunk. Gilbert grabbed his coat and went to Matthew, who was about to run in front of a car. He pulled the other back by the red sweater. "Whoa, there, dummkof! You almost got hit!"

Matthew could see stars and he was suddenly. He could hear Gilbert, but didn't really listen to the words. He liked the sound though. He liked the way Gilbert's accent made the words sound. Mathew leaned back, letting the other hold him.

"Mattie? You alright?!" Gilbert was growing increasingly worried about his new friend.

"Mm, I love your voice, Gil…" Matthew trailed off. He turned his head into Gilbert's chest, breathing in the heady scent of Gilbert's leather jacket and strong cologne. "You smell so good, Gil."

It was probably time they got to Matthew's apartment. "Where do you live, Birdie?"

"Ilivesombewarre… Heh," Matthew threaded his arms around Gilbert's neck and kissed him.

Gilbert was surprised, none of the other drunk people he'd ever had to help home had kissed him before! Matthew's lips were soft but meaningful at the same time. Gilbert still wasn't moving, but Drunk Matt didn't notice. When he pulled back, his eyes closed and lips parted slightly, Gilbert knew that there was no way Matthew was going to be like anyone else he'd helped home before. "Ok, Mattie, let's go home." he said, letting the other think about what he meant. Gilbert didn't plan on having sex with Matthew (in fact he wasn't at all), but in his experience with drunks, it was very easy to trick them and they wouldn't even remember it!

"Mm, carry me, Gil!" he whined.

By the time Gilbert and Matthew got to Matthew's apartment, Gil was quite ready to get the human monkey off his back. "'Kay, Mattie, where're your keys?"

A mumble came from the pile of limbs that was still on him, then an arm and a hand in which was a set of keys varying in size, shape and colour. "The reeeiid one," Matthew yawned.

Assuming that Matthew had meant the red one, Gilbert opened the door and walked in. He felt around on the wall for a light switch and when finally he found one and switched it on, it was to find a very neat flat. "Where's your bedroom, Birdie?"

Matthew pointed towards a hall, as his mouth was too busy kissing Gilbert's neck, making the later shiver under the warm mouth. Gilbert diligently carried the intoxicated Canadian to the bedroom and sat the other on the bed gently, resisting the urge to follow him into bed. Gilbert stood up to leave, but was stopped by a hand clutching at his wrist.

"Gil," Matthew cooed, tugging on the Prussian's wrist.

"Ja, Birdie?"

"Where're you going? Why're you leaving me Gil?" Matthew asked, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "I'm s-sorry! What'd I do wrong! Don't leave me Gilbert!" The blond was full on sobbing now. "I'm not good enough! I know… I'm sorry, Gilbert," and then he let go of the albino's arm, falling back into bed.

Gilbert gaped at the blond. He- what? He though he'd done something wrong? Oh… "Nein, Birdie, I'm not leaving, I'm going to get you some water, then I'll be right back." A sob was all the response that he got, but Gil pat the other and quickly got the water. He was back in the blink of an eye. "Birdie," Gilbert said, laying a hand on Matthew's back.

"Hm?"

"Are you ok?"

A sniffle came from the Canadian and he raised his head. His eyes were puffy and tears were still running down his cheeks. Matthew's hair was in disarray and for the first time Gilbert noticed the bags that decorated under his eyes. It looked like Matthew hadn't slept in a while. "Y-yea… I-I…"

Gilbert felt his though exterior melt. This wide eyed, blond haired, beauty had taken down his walls without even trying to. "Birdie," he started. "If you want me to stay, just say so." He hoped that the other would want him to stay.

A look crossed the other's face. "W-would you?"

"Ja, the awesome me never gives up the chance to sleep with a cute Canadian!"

Matthew smiled and scooted over in the bad leaving enough room for Gilbert to fit. Gil kicked off his boots and pants, he took off his leather jacket so that he was only in his white t-shirt and boxers. Matthew squeaked when Gilbert helped him out of his red hoodie to revel a tight tank top that made Gilbert's mouth water. Matthew could take his own pants off by himself, thank you very much, and soon they were both lying under the sheets in nothing but their shirts and boxers.

For a few moments they lay in akward silence, until Matthew asked, his voice hushed by the dark, "Can I have some of that water, eh?" Gilbert nodded, "Ja," and went to grab the glass to hand to Matthew, but Matthew was leaning over him at the same time to grab it and in a moment they were tangled up, trying not to let the water fall or spill.

Matthew quickly snatched the glass out of Gilbert's hand and sat up to take a sip. (GIlbert couldn't help but watch Matthew's adam's apple bob with every gulp.) When the blond had had his full, he leaned over Gilbert to put the glass back on the bedside table. "Thanks," he murmured to the Prussian. When Matthew tried to pull away Gilbert grabbed him in a hug, tucking his chin over the other's head and holding him.

Matthew was suddenly assaulted by Gilbert's chest. Gilbert's shirt smelt like laundry detergent and Matthew buried his face into it, slinging his arms around Gilbert's shoulders and neck. "I'm so drunk, Gil," Matthew murmured into his chest.

"Keseseese," Gilbert laughed as Matthew drifted into a deep sleep.

OK! SO? good? I hope so. I'll try and get the next chapter up asap, but it may take a while sooo, yeah XD
-K