This is an ALTERNATE ENDING. ::Sigh:: I hope it's okay.

Title, Summary, Warning: Same as past part, 'cept cross out death and anything sad.

To make this happy I am attempting to listen to happy music, so I made a playlist on YT and am listening to it. But, knowing how much karma hates me, probably a really sad song will come on and I'll fail or I'll get distracted and it'll take me forever to finish this… I can only dream….

Basically it starts from when Matthew wakes up after he falls asleep, so Gilbert is gone and this was where the police showed up (I messed that up so much didn't I? Hahah… ha… haha… ;____;).

Oh, and I don't know why, but I'm really a lot worse when I wake up from a nap than when I wake up in the morning. I'm all high like, giddy, un-coordinated (more than I already am, amazing as that is), and, well, totally mental. It takes me forever to realize where I am and what happened. My dreams are usually really weird to. That's why I like taking naps. :3

Is that the same with everyone? Well, I wasn't sure so I made Mattie kinda like me. :D

… Why do I always make these things so long…? Whatever. ~;;

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Matthew woke up, sweaty and jerky, from a nightmare. Something about being in an eating contest with Alfred, eating Arthur's food, and Francis was his -- naked -- cheerleader. As Matthew was dragged back into reality the dream slowly faded away, eventually to be forgotten. Kumajiro groaned something in his polar bear language and rolled over, nearly squishing poor Gilbird. Canada giggled lightly through his grogginess and slowly made his way towards the door. Having a bit of difficulty getting his hands to work, it took him awhile to turn the handle.

Wandering into the bathroom, Matthew splashed water onto his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Feeling a bit better he made his way downstairs to prepare dinner for him and Gilbert.

"Gilbert," Matthew blinked as he muttered out loud to himself. "That's why it's so quiet." Although he had dealt with quiet for nearly all of his life (after he moved away from his brother, of course) it was always comforting with Gilbert around. The only quiet moments now were usually spent in sheer anticipation of his return. That is what Matthew would do now. He hated cooking in silence, and despite the way he acted, he loved the little back and forth he and Gilbert would have while he bustled around in the kitchen.

Making his way over to the large plush couch in the living room, he flopped down and turned on a mindless television show. Matthew stole glances at the clock perched on the fireplace mantle, unable to focus on the show at all, not like he ever was able to. He felt a bit like a overprotective mother; worrying where her precious child was at all hours of the day. Was he okay? Did his friends secretly pick on him? Did he not have any friends? No, everyone had to love her little boy. Right?

Dig me now and fuck me later and sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot!

Matthew jumped at the sound of the ring tone and scrambled up out of the depression he had made in the chair.

Ohh, dig me now and fuck me later and sing it like that…!

Upon the island strewn about were several papers, a sweatshirt, and his phone; bussing erratically, spinning in circles, and blaring that music -- and although he wouldn't admit it, Matthew longed for the sound of it, being that it meant Gilbert was attempting to contact him .

I've been denied all the best, ultra sex.

Clumsily he grasped at the electronic device and eventually succeeded in picking it up.

I've been denied all the best, ultra sex

I-

Flipping it open he stuttered into the speaker, "H-hello?"

"Ah! My dear Mattie, I thought you weren't going to pick up! Wah! I thought you intended to leave me out here in the cold!" Gilbert, the melodramatic husband, replied.

Matthew rolled his eyes and attempted to hold back his smile. "You know, you could knock?" Or actually remember your key. He kept the last part to himself.

"What, like some sort of commoner, or a- a… a dog!?"

"Okay, be right there."

"I love you!"

"Love you, too." Matthew flipped the small phone shut and set it down. He walked swiftly towards the door, ready for much needed Gilbert time. They had had a bit of difficulty getting together for some time together lately. But it was the holiday season, and just two hours before the new year. Opening the front door, he saw Gilbert still sitting in his car. Staying warm is what Matthew assumed he was doing, but looking closer, Gilbert seemed to be leaning over something. Gilbert looked up in time to see Matthew making his way towards the car. Matthew could tell that Matthew was hiding something, the way he hurriedly looked around his car and tried to casually throw what ever it was in the backseat. Matthew moved quicker.

"Hey." Gilbert stepped out of the car and enveloped Matthew in a hug he quickly slithered out of. Quickly turning to follow Matthew, Gilbert laughed nervously, "Aw, how can you ignore the awesome me?"

"What did you throw back here?" Matthew plunged into the depths that are Gilbert's car's backseats. Trash, clothes, papers, and other miscellaneous items that Gilbert never bothered to clean up. Matthew blinked as he held up something that looked a little off in the messy scenery. Bright colored flowers in silver wrapping. Turning towards Gilbert, Matthew asked, "What're these?"

"They're for you." Gilbert went quiet, looking down at the oh-so-interesting ground. "I wanted it to be a surprise. Y'know, for New Years. Like at 12:00 I'd give them to you and we'd-…" He went quiet again.

"We would…?" Matthew waited, he had never really seen this romantic side of Gilbert.

"I dunno, I guess we'd," Gilbert mumbled the last part. Matthew walked closer and leaned into Gilbert's chest.

"What was that?" Matthew looked up through his lashes and leaned up to brush his lips lightly with Gilbert's. Gilbert attempted to catch Matthew's lips in his. Merely bending forward to meet more bitter cold air. Matthew pressed his hands lightly to Gilbert's chest, careful not to injure the flowers, his lips just barely out of reach. "Uh-uh."

"We'd kiss."

Matthew smiled and allowed Gilbert's lips to finally meet his. He could be very persuasive if he wanted to. Wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck, the other wrapped his around Matthew's waist. Their lips parted, bodies still pressed together and Matthew giggled childishly.

"Damn, it's cold." Gilbert huffed, laying his chin on Matthew's head.

"Really?" Matthew stated sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, Gil, what kind of flowers are these?" Matthew pointed lazily towards the end-table where said flowers stood straight in their vase, a beautiful maple design and a red ribbon around the neck. Gilbert lifted his head from the pillow to get a better look.

"I-I 'unno." Gilbert blushed lightly.

"Yes you do." Matthew placed his head back in its original place: Gilbert's bare chest. Gilbert twirled a piece of Matthew's hair around one of his fingers.

"Uhn-uh."

"Mm-hmm."

"Mm-nm."

"Mm-hmm."

"Mm-nm."

"Mm-hmm."

"Mm-nm." This went on for a while before Matthew flaunted his eyelashes and, I mean c'mon, who can refuse flirty Matthew? No one. Gilbert's blush returned.

"Fine, they're carnations." Gilbert blush darkened.

"M'kay." Matthew said, not really getting why Gilbert was being so shy about the flowers. "'Night."

Gilbert just stared at Matthew as the boy closed his eyes. No, not boy, the little quiet thing Gilbert had met and fallen in love with had changed. His shy, loving attitude had grown to include sarcasm and perverted humor, slipping in his own bits of innuendo and sexual jokes. He could hold his own in a fight, he could drink, he could dance (after much teaching from France and Alfred, much to Arthur's displeasure), he could cook pancakes quicker than ever and had been practicing other German foods Gilbert asked for. This man was so sweet and lovable. And, damn, did Gilbert love him. He wished without hope that Matthew could understand even a bit of this. Smiling contently, Gilbert stretched to turn of the lamp on the bedside table, taking one last look at the flowers before darkness covered the room. He kissed his love delicately on the forehead.

"G'Night, Engel."

Matthew was slouched in the computer chair, hugging Kumajiro close, finished with important things and now typing in random words to see what things people had looked up that started with that. He huffed in annoyance when he typed "why" and got "why can't I own a Canadian" as a possible choice. He leaned back, holding the backspace button down to make the Google type-in space empty. He looked around his and Gilbert's bedroom for inspiration. Noticing the flowers, he typed in "flower", looking down he spotted "flower meanings" he curiously clicked it. Quickly choosing the first website, he scrolled down to the Cs. Finding carnation, he looked quickly over his shoulder to see the color.

"White…." Matthew nearly started tearing up, not that he would admit it, but hey, he can trust you to never tell anyone, right? Jumping up, he ran to the living room, where, conveniently, Gilbert was taking an extremely pleasant nap with Gilbird. Gilbird had awoken in time to flutter pathetically out of the way before Matthew took a flying leap onto Gilbert.

"I didn't take your boy toy, Bruder, I swear!" Gilbert jumped as Matthew landed on him. Realization hit him and he realized Ludwig was not chasing him with an axe screaming at Gilbert to give back Feli, but instead Mattie had somehow fallen from the ceiling and onto him. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, Engel?" Gilbert smirked as Matthew gave him his "are you serious?" look.

Matthew sat up, as best as he could, somehow managing to keep him and Gilbert on the couch by putting his knees on either side of Gilbert's stomach. "Hey, Gilbert-,"

"Did it hurt?" Gilbert asked, looking at Matthew with a concerned expression.

"W-what?" Matthew's eyes widened.

"When you fell from heaven?" Gilbert laughed and Matthew nearly strangled him.

"I'm trying to be serious here, Gil." Matthew pouted cutely.

Gilbert smiled softly. "Yes, mein Engel, continue."

Matthew smiled and did so, "Well, I was bored and I ended up finding what white carnations meant, but I-I… I don't know if it was just an a-accident, but I thought it was just too much of a coincidence. A-and so I wanted to ask you if you got them knowing what it meant, or w-what?" Gilbert smiled. How could one person be so adorable?

"Yes." Gilbert said after a pause.

"Y-yes?" Matthew rose an eyebrow.

"I did a little bit of looking on the internet, but you know how reliable that is, so I wasn't really sure, but I went with it." Gilbert ruffled Matthew's hair and sat up enough to give him a sloppy kiss on the nose. "How about some dinner, yeah?"

Matthew got off Gilbert and started towards the kitchen when he felt Gilbert's hand on his neck. "Gil, what are you doing?"

"Just checking to see if you're made in heaven."

"Gilbert Weillschmidt! Stop the cheesy pick-up lines or no sex or pancakes!"

"What about the-!" Matthew interrupted him, already knowing what he was going to say.

"No maple syrup either!" Gilbert groaned and then smiled sweetly.

"Okay, Engel." Gilbert laughed and kissed Matthew on the top of his head.

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A/N:

So fluffy it makes me want to vomit little kittens. Shoot me? Please?

Damn, I'm slow and I fail.

::shot::

THIS HAS EXACTLY 2000 WORDS! (Well, it did…)

Edit: Oops, I forgot to put in that white carnations mean remembrance. Well, at least where I looked, that's what it said. ;w;" So sorry.

Oh, and up at the top, where I'm talking about trying to make this a happy story, etc. was written before I wrote this, so that's why it sounds like I'm going to write another one (my friend irl [Someone: Really, you have friends in real life? Me: Yes really, now let me finish. Someone: Jeez, sorry. Me: ;w;" Just leave me to wallow in self pity, OK? Someone:… O… K…?] told me of this, so sorry if you all get it and she is just… er… How to say this nicely…. Umm, well, she's a little "slow" if you know what I mean).

I'm sorry I'm lame.

I love you, ::sob:: please don't hate me. DD'X