"Gil come on"

"Nien, Birdie I refuse to"

"Gil if you put that in the story, I will never forgive you".

" But Mattie, it's an important part of our relationship ".

" Gil, the world doesn't need to know what we do in bed. This isn't the time or the place".

"Birdie, I will not put it in now but when I see fit."

"Gil I'm going to keep a closer eye on your writing now".

Gilbert watched as Mattie headed straight for Romania. He seemingly was on a mission, but why? Gilbert had been watching Birdie for the whole meeting and still knew next to nothing about him. Gilbert watched as Birdie was ignored by Romania, hatred started to form in the pit of his stomach. He watched as Birdie turned around, a look of triumph on his face. Gilbert was confused, why would being ignored cause triumph? Then it hit him, birdie was looking for him. If all Mattie had to go off of was red eyes, then he had to go through all the countries with red eyes. Romania had ignored Birdie because Birdie wasn't looking for him. Gilbert had to give Mattie some credit that was a pretty good strategy. Now Gilbert had to make himself disappear, he wasn't ready to confront Birdie with his feelings just yet.

"Gil are you scared of your feelings?"

"Nien, just losing you".

"Aww, Gil you don't have to worry about that".

Matthew had already figured out that Gilbert had scared him. However, the whole story was a question that still needed to be answered. The first thing that needed to be answered was where did Gilbert go? He had been there during the meeting, but now Gilbert was missing. He couldn't have gone with Francis and Antonio because they were still in the meeting room. A family emergency was also out, seeing as Ludwig was talking to Feliciano across the room. Matthew didn't want to admit defeat, but he had to face the facts. For now Matthew could only go home hope that Prussia didn't skip tomorrow's meeting.

"You wound me Mattie, I have never skipped a meeting".

"Gil, you have skipped about twenty meetings".

"Birdie are you keeping score or something?"

"Non, me and Al sometimes used to bet on if you would show up. I won most of the time".

"Good job Birdie"

Gilbert had anxiety. He was too awesome to be afraid, but still he was pretty close. Mattie was looking for him, and Gilbert had ran. It wasn't like he didn't want to talk to his Birdie, no he just didn't know him well enough. Gilbert always wanted to know more about others than they knew about him. After the meeting Prussia had raced home yo his computer. Countries usually had the same interests as their people, so is Gilbert wanted to learn about Mattie he would need to learn about Canada. Prussia found out a few things about Canada. The most popular sport seemed to be ice hockey, the national tree was the maple tree, and Canada was beautiful country, or at least that's what Google© had said. This information wasn't much help but it was a start at least.

"Gil, you Googled my country to get to know me better?"

"Birdie, I only wanted info on you".

"Gil I know it was for a good reason, but next time just ask me or even Al".

"I will remember that".

Matthew was tired. He had finished all of the days paperwork, then spent two and half hours on Facebook© and Instagram© scrolling through Gilbert's posts. That boy had done so !such in his lifetime. There were pictures of both world wars, two different Prussian flags, and (what seemed like) a million pictures of " The Bad Touch Trio". None of the posts helped Matthew though. He still had no idea why Gilbert had watched him from a bush. Eventually Matthew had to give into his hunger, which of course was followed by weariness. At about ten o'clock Matthew gave in. There was no point in be tired at tomorrow's meeting, besides if he was tired then Gilbert couldn't be questioned tomorrow.

"Speaking of sleep, did you get any last night Birdie? You were still writing when I blacked out".

" Oui, I went to sleep a little while after you. Don't worry about it".

"I won't worry as long as you don't miss too much sleep".

"Thank you for worrying Gil, but I promise a few all nighters never hurt anyone".

"Birdie, just because you say that doesn't make it true".

Gilbert had overslept, again. He had meant to be on time to the meeting today, but staying up late practicing how to talk to Birdie today was tiring. Now not only did Gil have to worry about West reprimanding him, he had to talk to Matthew. The latter was the scarier of the two. There are so many things that could go wrong today. Gilbert thought as he walked into the conference room. That's when things started to go wrong. First off, Gilbert had walked into the wrong conference room so there was no one there. Gilbert eventually got to the meeting but it was during the lunch break, so West cornered him and the yelling began. After lunch, Birdie was all fidgety, the man just couldn't sit still. When the meeting finally ended, Gilbert spilled his coffee all over his suit jacket. Just when Gilbert was thinking things couldn't possibly get worse, it did. Matthew was laughing at him. It was the most adorable laugh ever, but still it struck on the Prussians nerve.

"Sorry Gil, but it was funny".

"West didn't think so. I had to clean that jacket with my own two hands!"

Matthew was laughing, he was dying of laughter. Matthew had been all ready to question Gil but somehow, Gil had spilled his coffee. The Canadian soon recovered from his fit and retrieved napkins for Prussia. Now's my chance. Matthew thought, What to say, WHAT TO SAY? Then as if to a silent prayer, Gil spoke, " I am such a clutz". Gil did that anime thing where he smiles sheepishly while rubbing his neck, and Matthew almost forgot why he had looked for Gil in the first place. "It's OK, happens to all of us" Matthew replied. He didn't know how to proceed next, so Matthew acted by gut feeling. "Would you like to come by my place for some pancakes?" Matthew asked. Gil thought for what felt like eternity then spoke, "Ja, pancakes would be nice". The two walked out of the conference room together and soon arrived at Matthew's house. The Canadian gave Prussia a quick tour before heading to the kitchen to cook.

" Birdie, I want pancakes now".

"Gil you can have some later".

"Fiiiiiinnnnnneeee".

Gilbert was ecstatic, he was in Birdie's house and Birdie was cooking for him. He didn't know what these "pancakes" things were but if Birdie was making them they had to be good. The Canadian's house clearly was patriotic. The walls were shades of red, the accent colors were white, and one whole living room wall was painted as the Canadian flag. Birdie was a natural in the kitchen. He kept a clean workplace, cooked while humming, and made two towering stacks of what had to be pancakes. Man the food smelled to good, then Mattie made a plate of just bacon. We dined at the kitchen table, and if Gilbert hadn't loved Birdie before now he most definitely did. Those "pancakes" were heavenly, they were buttery and fluffy, and simply awesome. Gilbert ate his whole stack and half the stack of bacon. Then watched Mattie s he finished his portion. "Mattie, what is that plate over there for?" Gilbert was seriously wondering about the extra plate by the sink. "That's for Alfred, he usually comes by after meetings to see if I want to play baseball. I never want to so he gets pancakes instead". Birdie had explained but Gilbert was to busy looking at how Mattie's eyes sparkled in the kitchen lights. " Gilbert, can I ask you something? " Gilbert snapped back to himself, " Ja". Birdie looked at the table and asked "Gil, why did you watch me from a bush thee other day?" That was not what Gilbert had expected. Birdie had looked so embarrassed when he asked that Gilbert knew he had to answer with the truth. "To be perfectly honest it's because I love you. I love the way your eyes sparkle in the light, I love how strong you are even when you're ignored by others, I love how your personality shows in everything you do, and I love the way you look when you're working or taking notes always so focused. I love everything about you and I love you, Matthew Williams".