Alright, because I love the reviews so much and I had this idea stuck in my head, here's part 2~! And yeah, Gil's part is really spacey cause he's high as a kite. I have no idea what being high is like, so forgive me if I messed it up horribly.

Enjoy! And thank you so much to everyone who altered and reviewed so far! I love You!


Unresolved Sexual Tension to the Max!

Part 2: PrussiaCanada

Prussia, the most awesome kingdom to ever exist was bored. Something awesome kingdoms should never be. Especially awesome kingdoms that had been kicked out of their little brother's house and were now rooming with their extremely adorable and fussy best friend. Not that said best friend was even around at the moment, hence the boredom. He had gone out to some stuffy meeting or another - wearing a boring suit that Gilbert refused to admit looked stunning on him, particularly the red tie - and then to the store because they needed beer - or rather, Matthew needed beer since Gilbert refused to drink the water infused with hops that was the country's excuse for an alcoholic beverage - and maple syrup, as if the seven gallons in the pantry would not last them a few weeks. Alright, so it would suffice for a week…maybe…if he cut back…a lot. No, he did not have a problem, thank you very much, maple syrup was just awesome and as an awesome kingdom it was his duty to consume as much as possible. Besides, all Canadian syrups were awesome… Wow, that sounded vaguely France-like…

Not that he could deny wanting to get into the shy blonde's bed, but he needed tact with this guy. He couldn't just reach over, say he wanted to be inside him and expect the flushing boy to lead the way to his bedroom. And even if he could, it would be sleazy and just wrong with someone like Matthew. Or maybe it was just Matthew since the last time he had given a second thought to something like this was when he was trying to get Elizaveta from Roddy. Alright, so he was in…he liked Matthew, so sue him. It wasn't like it was all that hard to do. Just take a quick glance at the kid and BAM, instant attraction. That is, if someone didn't confuse him for his moron of a brother, who was one of the many obstacles in his way. As if that little twerp could compete with his awesomeness anyway. It was just…he was just a tiny bit stronger and…maybe frightened him a bit with all the weapons and what not. But only a little! He was far too awesome the be terrified of the hamburger munching moron. Now Ivan, he was someone to be terrified of. He had been over seven times in the last three weeks and each time he made a more inappropriate pass at Matthew than the next. Matthew had turned the psycho down, thank God, but the look Ivan would throw Gilbert's way as he was leaving…it was enough to make him feel sorry for the Baltics living so close to him. What if Matthew was just playing hard to get with him? Together they would make the biggest country ever to exist after all. It was a tempting offer, even with the issue of Ivan's sister and the lead pipe and all that. Gott, he needed serious help if he was going to get Matthew to acknowledge that he wanted more than friendship.

And food, he needed food. Why food? Food made everything better, that's why.

With Matthew gone, and with specific instructions NOT to cook anything by himself, Gilbert had no choice but to sneak a few - or an entire jar - of Mattew's special maple cookies. So what if they were in a jar labeled 'DO NOT TOUCH?' He was awesome and labels were more of a suggested response to something rather than a demand. Of course, only awesome people knew about it.

Gilbert grabbed the bear shaped cookie jar - so cute! - and flopped back on the couch he was using as a bed - the guest room had been destroyed by a drunk Arthur getting into a fight with a very angry kumajiro and was still under repair, while Matthew outright refused to share a bed that was part of something called 'the Bad Touch Trio.' he nibbled slowly on the cookies, wondering why they would be so off limits to him when they truly did not taste all that great, more of a plant taste than sugar and syrup. Though after the first one was gone they started to taste much better and after a while he felt as if everything would turn out perfect, if only he ate a few more cookies. Problems with Mattie? No big deal! He was the most awesome person around, relationship problems meant nothing to him. But damn, he was really getting bored again. Oh! He should celebrate! With more cookies! And soap operas! Tonio's soap operas, since they were the best there were.

After finishing half the jar, Gilbert's feelings had gone down the tube. He felt about as hopeless as Rafaela when Gerardo left her for that psycho Ricardo. Though maybe not quite as bad since Rafaela had committed suicide, but that was only because he wasn't stupid enough to try; like anything would happen anyway. Damn humans, always had the easy way out. Maybe he was more along the lines of Ricardo, before Gerardo left Rafaela. He had veritably stalked the guy as if his life depended on having a picture of him at all possible places with him at one time. Couldn't living with Matthew be classified as the same thing? Plus there were all those pictures he had taken for his blog…but Matthew had agreed to those so it wasn't as if he was Natalia or something. And Ricardo had thought of killing Rafaela with a damn axe, he wasn't as crazy to attempt something like that with Ivan. Even if he wasn't huge, there was that pipe again and Natalia to worry about… Not that he would ever try to kill someone with an axe. It was far too messy, swords were better, cleaner. Antonio, now he liked axes. Maybe that was why he had put that in there. There had been that fight with Turkey over Romano when they were younger. And that meeting last month. Come to think of it, how did he manage to sneak that thing in without anyone seeing it? It was bigger than he was, for crying out loud. Though Vash had brought in some pretty big guns before, so the phenomenon wasn't entirely too foreign to them.

And why the hell were Tonio's soaps so sad anyway? He tried not to, but when Gerardo told Rafaela's corpse how sorry he was and Ricardo started crying and explaining his whole jealousy thing to someone he was sure couldn't hear him, he started crying for the poor girl as well. He would have to call Antonio later and complain, crying was so not awesome. And he'd made him finish all the cookies too. Though…they had done a fantastic job of making him feel better. He Didn't even flinch when Gerardo started bawling as they lowered Rafaela's coffin into the ground. He had figured it all out. The perfect way to get little Mattie to admit he was in love with him.

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Matthew was exhausted by the time he got home. The meeting has run late because Alfred refused to show up on time. Then the only market that sold the brand of syrup he liked was out and he'd had to settle for something different. And, if only to make things better, Arthur had shown up drunk and thought he was his brother. It had taken half an hour to convince him the person he was molesting was not Alfred and another hour to convince the real Alfred that his little brother was not trying to steal his boyfriend. He shuddered remembering the things Arthur had wanted to do with him. He never imagined Arthur to be that flexible, but if Arthur said he could do it… Just gross, not what he wanted to think about right now. Or ever, for that matter. Oh, he was going to have nightmares later, he just knew it.

"Gil? I'm home." Matthew stepped into his house, placing his keys on the table and his coat and suit jacket on rack. As annoying as his friend could be, it was nice to have him around, he got lonely being alone all the time. Though Gilbert had a tendency to show up unannounced and ask for pancakes, it was just better to have someone around longer than a few hours. Even if he had asked to share his bed so many times he felt sure his face was going to burn off. Not that it was a bad idea or anything; it would just be somewhere to sleep for the silver haired man, but he would probably end up cuddling him in his sleep. Not something he wanted his friend to become privy to. The dreams were more than enough, thank you very much. Plus the questions when Gilbert woke up to find his supposed to be best friend wrapped around him would be a nightmare all on their own. How could he tell his best friend, the only one who didn't confuse him for his brother, the he was head-over-heels in love with him and wanted nothing more than to spend hours on end doing the exact things Arthur had wanted to do with Alfred with him? Apart from coming outright and saying it, of course, because that was far too embarrassing and easily shout down.

"Gil? You still alive?" He winced at the poor choice of words as the image of Gilbert lying in a coffin flashed through his mind. Not that that would ever happen. Nations more…evaporated than died. There'd be no body left to bury.

A strange high-pitched giggle came from his living room. Well, that was…odd. Gilbert didn't giggle, ever, his laugh was more of a guffaw than a giggle. A girl then? Italy? He certainly giggled more than necessary for a guy. Well, other than Feliks, but this was still to high to be a male, feminine or not. Maple, what did he do if Gilbert was…getting busy with some girl in his house? He couldn't kick him out, he had no where to go, but he couldn't exactly stay here and let him…invade some unknowing human. He didn't know much about what happened to a human who had sex with a nation, but it certainly couldn't be pretty from the looks Arthur gave Francis every time he started speaking about some past exploit.

There was more giggling and a string of Spanish - or was it Italian? - words that may or may not have been a sentence, the giggles cut out words here and there. Oh dear God, Antonio wasn't here too, was he? They couldn't both be seducing a girl in his house. Wasn't Antonio with Romano? He didn't want to get in the middle of that fight if he ever found out. Merde, he was dead. The entire Italian mafia would be up his ass for this. He couldn't handle this. Not today, not with Gilbert.

He puffed out his chest as Alfred usually did when he wanted attention and marched into the living room, determined to get both Antonio and whatever girl had found her way into his house out. After…well he had no idea what he would do after but he would figure it out once he made sure he wouldn't need to reupholster his couch.

"Gilbert, what the hell are you…?"

His chest deflated with a sigh of relief, only to puff back up with his laughter as he took in his friend. Gilbert was sitting on the couch, eyes bright with laughter, giggling as he twirled Kumajiro around in circles before letting him go and watching as the poor bear tried to run away and ultimately skidding headfirst into the wall with Gilbird only a few seconds behind him. Though the bird landed on the bears head instead of colliding with the wall. The Spanish was coming from the television, some commercial or game show or something involving a bull and a goat. From the way the women were dressed, though, he was glad he didn't understand the language. Gilbert seemed to love it though and giggled louder.

"Gil…what the heck did you do to yourself?" Matthew managed through his laughter.

The Prussian looked at him as if seeing him for the first time, he blinked curiously before recognizing the man in front of him, his eyes immediately brightened and he shot from the couch, a bit unsteadily, to wrap his friend in a bone crushing hug.

"Mattie! I missed you so much! Where have you been? You know you shouldn't worry me like that. Oh! I thought of a fun game we need to play!" Gilbert removed his arms from crushing Matthew's torso to fling them around the blonde's neck and drag him to the couch, somehow shutting off the television on the way.

"G-Gil, are you alight?" He was acting like Feliciano and, quite frankly, it was frightening. He couldn't remember being afraid of Gilbert before, but this was certainly something new.

"I'm fantabulous! I ate all these cookies and watched soaps that Tonio made. Oh! And that talking pillow ran into the wall a lot, but the yellow M&M is being controlled by my awesomeness and only flew around." Gilbert smiled as if he announced they had just won the Nobel Peace Prize.

"Exactly which cookies did you eat?"

"The ones in the jar shaped like the talking pillow."

Oh for the love of maple leaves. "Gil, those were made special for me! You can't have eaten them all."

"Of course I did. You were out and I was hungry, what did you expect me to do, starve?" Matthew opened his mouth to explain what a 'do not touch' label meant, but was quickly cut off by a finger covering his lips and Gilbert giggling again. "We're gonna play the question game, 'kay?"

"What? No, Gil, you need to just - "

"What's you favorite color?"

What was this, Monty Python? "Red, Gil. Now can you stop?"

"Nope! Now ask a different question."

"Matthew sighed. "Favorite brand of cereal?"

"Cap'n Crunch! It reminds me of Artie when he was younger, but without the mustache and with a way better accent. Favorite thing to do?"

"Read. Favorite thing not to do?" Might as well play along until he got bored.

"Clean! Favorite thing…to watch?"

"Hockey. Favorite thing to wear?"

"My awesome boots!" He wiggled his feet happily. "Favorite thing not to wear?"

Matthew pulled his knees up to his chest. "Girl's clothes." He shuddered remembering the time Francis had him play dress up with Seychelles. "Favorite flavor of ice cream?"

"Death by Chocolate. Favorite gum?"

And the inane questions continued, ranging from favorite brand of toothpaste to favorite flower before Gilbert declared they move on to scenarios

"Jack off and elephant or kill Russia?"

Oh maple, how the hell did he think of something like that? "Jack of an elephant, I guess." Matthew turned bright red. "Um… Kiss Natalia or marry Ivan?"

"Ouch Mattie, you want me to die?" Gilbert placed his hand over his heart in mock agony.

"It's not that bad, is it?"

"She'd kill me if I got within ten meters of her and she'd mutilate me if I even mentioned marriage to Ivan."

"Just pick, it's not as if you have to do it."

"Don't miss me too much, Mattie. I'd kiss the psycho bitch, much better than being raped by that vodka-loving maniac." Gilbert smirked causing Matthew to clutch his legs just a bit tighter to his body. "Kiss me or fuck me?"

"Eh?" Matthew paled, only to grow red again. "W-Why would you ask that?"

"Because you're cute when you blush, now answer. "Uh…um…I-I'd…fu-fuck you…" Matthew immediately buried his face in his knees, waiting for the obvious rejection.

"Boo boo! Wrong answer Mattie!"

"E-Eh?" He knew it was coming but it hadn't sounded quite like this in him mind. Wasn't it supposed to be more angry and insulting? Though the cookies may have something to do with it.

"I said 'wrong answer.'" When had Gilbert gotten so close? And why was he looking at him like that? He wasn't going to… No, he wouldn't do that! He didn't think of him that way at all! "You will not be fucking me…" Well, thank you, just rub it in why don't you. "I will be fucking you."

Oh dear God, he did not just say that. And that fucking voice, it sounded like he was purring.

"So, what do you say Mattie? Kiss me or fuck me?"

Oh God, did he have to be this close? He could feel his hair on his nose and those eyes were right in front of him and he couldn't breath anymore.

"Um…um…Ki-kiss yo-you?" Was his voice always this high? And what was that hand doing on his legs? Oh maple, he was sitting in between his legs. He was on Gilbert's lap, is legs on either side of his body and that smirk…it was right against his lips. He could feel it, feel his lips brush against his when he spoke, feel the shivers travel down his spine.

"Perfect."

And that oh so tantalizing distance was gone and Matthew's mind seemed to disappear with it, or at leas the rational part did. What part was left seemed perfectly happy with the situation. It moved Matthew's hands to Gilbert's shoulders, clenching the collar of his shirt between his fingers and pulling him closer. Gilbert's hands found their way to his waist, slowly slipping into the dress pants that were now far too tight for Matthew's liking. And shirt, it just got in the way.

Gilbert untucked the shirt, quickly moving to undo the red tie around Matthew's neck. His hands halted long enough to drop the tie to the floor, where Gilbird picked it up and flew slightly lopsidedly away with it, before reaching to unbutton his dress shirt. Matthew pulled away as far as his new mind would allow - basically all of four centimeters - and caught his breath.

"G-Gil…you…you're h-high…we can't - "

"Shh…" Gilbert pecked his nose lightly. "I'm not high, or drunk, or on anything weird, at least not now."

"Then…then wh-why…?"

"Because… Verdammt, don't make me say it. So not awesome…"

"Eh?"

Gilbert growled, leaning forward to bite on Matthew's ear gently, earning a shiver as he breathed along the shell of it.

"J'capote su' toe'."

Matthew smiled, biting his lip to keep from laughing and instead bringing Gilbert back to kiss him again. Though it only lasted for a few moments before he was being carried upstairs and entirely forgetting the rational part of his brain as it joined the new half in encouraging Gilbert to move faster.


Translation: Merde: Shit (French)

Verdammt: Damn (German)

J'capote su' toe': I'm upside down for you. Basically I love you. (Canadian French - or so says a website I found...)

Someone tell me if I messed any of those up, please!

Huzzah! So happy this is done! Not happy I have to go back to school tomorrow, but that just gives me more free time to write while I pretend to take notes... I'm a bad student XD

There was more I wanted to put in this, a morning after thing that had to do with the cookies (which had pot in them in case someone didn't get it), but I totally forgot by the time I got to the end... Once I remember though, it will be put in here. Hopefully that will be tomorrow...