I should just mention: I don't own Hetalia :(
P.S. the location will make sense in about three chapters ^.^
Enjoy!
Matthew had never understood love. His parents claimed to be in love, but they fought, insulted, and hated each other too much to be in love.
Alfred had often claimed to love his girlfriends, but they never lasted more than a week.
Matthew had read about love, and seen it on the telly, but it was either one-sided, or didn't last long.
Either way, Matthew had never understood the word.
Yet, as he woke up, half-dressed, in Gilbert's arms, he felt light, happy, and in love. He wasn't bothered about the fact that the Prussian had been drunk the previous night, and would either have forgotten about what had happened, or had been totally under the influence of alcohol, and hadn't been thinking straight.
The Canadian chuckled quietly to himself as he thought that. Neither of them had been thinking straight, obviously. Matthew knew that he had been thinking gay. Screw what his parents thought, Matthew was in love with Gilbert. He had been for 5 months, but now he admitted it, albeit, only to himself, but even that was an improvement.
He looked round the room he had been sleeping in. He was on the floor of one of the Vargas bathrooms. The floor was tiled, and Matthew shivered slightly. He made to move and retrieve his clothes, but a low moan escaped the Prussian lips, so Matthew stayed still, wearing only his boxers and socks.
