Always a Pleasure

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This idea came to me last night when I was feeling slightly depressed because of one of my classes. This morning, I wrote the little bugger out so that I may write/type COLT, FA and BA.

Disclaimer: Escapades to Vincent Land are really nice.

Always a Pleasure

Matthew was sleeping peacefully when a noise woke him up. At first, it seemed distant enough that he ignored it. However, when he heard it again from somewhere near him, he opened his eyes and tried to locate where it was coming from. He waited a little bit and then he heard a shuddering gasp followed by what sounded like someone crying. There were only two people in his house at this current moment, minus the pets, and he knew that he wasn't the one who was crying. That only meant that it was…

"Gilbert?" The Canadian asked as he sat up in bed and peered over to see if it was indeed the Prussian who was crying. Canada had never seen Prussia cry before or even get slightly emotional over something in that way. Gilbert was made of steel and the Prussian always reminded him that he wasn't weak. For Gilbert to be in such distress, something had to be really wrong or even worse than that.

The younger of the two turned the other man over so that he could see him. Gilbert's eyes widened for a moment when he realized that Matthew had heard him, but he then dissolved into tears again. Canada had no idea what he was supposed to do. It was so unlike his lover to be like this. Usually it was Prussia that had to comfort him, not the other way around.

The Canadian did the best thing he could think of and pulled the Prussian to him. He set Gilbert's head on his lap as the older man clutched onto him for dear life and continued to weep. Matthew tried to ask him what was wrong, but all he got was a string of incoherent words in German and broken English. Canada let it be at that and simply rubbed soothing circles on the other's back hoping that it would appease him.

Whenever Gilbert would calm down, it wouldn't last too long before a fresh wave of tears would come along and Matthew would whisper words of comfort in his ear, sometimes in English, sometimes in French, hoping that it would get Prussia's torments to dissipate.

It took nearly an hour before Gilbert finally stopped crying and fell asleep mid sob on Matthew's lap with the Canadian's fingers curled in his hair. Canada still didn't know what had brought this on, but he would only ask if Prussia mentioned anything. He made himself comfortable before closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep while making sure that Gilbert was at ease.

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The following morning, when Matthew woke up, he noticed that his lap wasn't occupied anymore. He put on his sweatshirt before making his way downstairs where he found Gilbert making breakfast. The Canadian studied the other man's face and it was as if nothing had ever happened the previous night. Prussia was all smiles and his regular "awesome self".

Matthew didn't press the issue further and went to get the plates to set the table. Just as he was about to get the glasses, he felt two strong arms wrap themselves around his midriff and pull him into a lean chest.

"Thank you." Gilbert whispered in his ear. Matthew turned around to face the taller man and smiled warmly at him before caressing his cheek tenderly. It would always be his pleasure.

OWARI

I came up with the title after I wrote the ending. Usually, the contrary happens.

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Started writing: April 20th 2010, 12:20pm

Finished writing: April 20th 2010, 12:50pm

Started typing: April 20th 2010, 3:21pm

Finished typing: April 20th 2010, 3:40pm