Chapter 2:

Author's notes: Unless you count this as humour... I have to admit at not getting anywhere close to it...YET! However, the chapt after this will be full-tilt comedy. I'm seriously trying my hardest Ahahahaha! (Insert America's laugh here).

For a moment he thought nothing had happened, but no. There was some kind of light. It just was... darker than norma and slightlyblue. Odd...

He heard someone groan and stretch from the couch. Had he woken Gilbert? Why were the lights so odd? Gillbird decided to fly away somewhere and he felt the little creature flitter from his hoodie fly off. Prussia let the thing have free reign of the house anyways. Padding down the rest of the stairs in curiosity, Canada approached the couch.

"Gilbert, hey are you there?"

He rounded the furniture's side. Sure enough he saw the white hair. 'Is his hair glowing? Must be the light... Now that I think of it, this is Black UVlight isn't it?' Mathew thought it was amusing of his boyfriends' switching the lights. It made it a bit interesting, not to mention the exotic. What he saw next, rounding the bend made him stop dead in his tracks.

Gilbert... his boyfriend was nakedly splayed and prone on it. Naked? No not quite, he had some kind of body paint all over him. Purposefully patterned as spots... leopard spots. In just the right placces. Was that a fluffy faux-fur thong. Dear god...

"G..." Canada couldn't finnish the sentence, throat constricting.

The Prussian stretched. His head hung upside down on the side of the couch and from his perspective he was looking up at his love. The result was expected but Gilbert himself was happier actually witnessing it firsthand. Flicking his hand upward, the albino playfully batted the protruding string from his love's hoodie. Smiling that wickedly self-assured smile as the other realized that he had acrylic glued nails to resemble claws.

"G...Gil...?"

Gilbert was a Leopard and had decided he would remain thus for this little 'game' he'd devised. Until either Matthew left or something actually happened. One way or the other.

They hadn't tried role played to try and cure his impotence. The gaping astonishment of the Canadian nation made everything worthwhile! Simply seeing the blushing face of Matthew and his breath speeding up made up for the hour spent applying the body paint. The seductively disguised man hummed. A contented rumbling kind of sound trying to suggest a question in his throat. Shifting onto his stomach and shacking his head. The artificial cat-ears jiggled on his head. Matthews 's purple eyes stared at those for a long while, minutely widening and then slowly dropping into contentedness and good humour.

'Thank god I kept those kitty ears Belgium gave me a few years back' The albino thought and then smugly smiled.

Pearly white teeth glowing in the black light. Gilbert looked exceedingly exotic. Being albino he certainly was already unique. However, his actual body features already were feline in appearance and the embellishments he'd taken the time to add enhanced the illusion were perfect.

Matthew seemed to have no idea what to do, Prussia was so... so... sexy! His pale body glowing in the black light. Unlike a normal person's who's beige didn't glow in this kind of light, the spots contracted on his skin which was positively radiating light in the BlackUV atmosphere.

The Canadian's adam apple bobbed as he swallowed loudly. His eyes drank the lithe muscles of his boyfriend. The painted spots and... and... that slightly fuzzy happy trail of uniquely white hair that dissapeared under a thong. A tail protruded from that single piece of clothing. It looked fluffy and oh so soft.

He wanted to touch it. Matthew's hands reached out instinctively towards the albino but then fell back self-aware again...

The younger nation turned slightly away and held his face, furiously blushing. Gilbert blinked at him slowly, seductively. His whole setup was definitely working! There was the problem he'd been suspecting all along. Self consciousness. Well he had to do something about that.

'Be-gone overhyper self-awareness. If I can lower myself to this level Matthew, may Jr. can rise up'

It was worth a shot!

"Murr..." He mewled, plopping down the couch ontop the carpet and approached Canada.

Completely confident, the Prussian sidled up to Matthew and sniffed at him as if he was an animal meeting a stranger for the first time.

"G..Gilbert?" Matthew looked unsure and was clearly torn between playing along with it or asking the other to stop acting.

Too bad Gilbert had already decided that his reactions warranted him taking it further. Sniffling at his pants, the white haired 'leopard' followed his nose to the source of the other's personal musk. Which was obviously his crotch. He breathed deeply in that area and nudged it. The reaction was unexpected. Matthew bent over and whimpered, it was almost something like a frightened gasp. Yet also one of excitement and it sent a rush of thrill through Gilbert. He already knew... by the twitch in the other's pants. A clear indication of success.

Matthew might ruin the whole thing if he broke the mood he'd set! In mock annoyance at the other's thighs before sauntering off in pretend-offence. He pulled off the act perfectly. His own ass held high in the air in self-importance and turning around with half-slitted eyes. The albino acted the part of an aloof wildcat.

"Shh..." Gilbert half hissed, half-commanded.

The Canadian seemed momentarily taken aback at the other backing off. However... eventually understanding of the 'game' dawned.

"You're... so beautiful."

The blonde sighed, relaxing. It was true, Gilbert was, for all intents and purposes, a handsome man. Matthew had seen his body before in different states. However, seeing him in the role of a wild animal... did things to him he wasn't completely sure he understood.

The blonde approached the other and Gilbert hissed, angry and swatting at him to stay away. Smiling shyly and in good nature. Matthew remained where he was and then gently sat on his heels. The Albino cocked his head, cat ears wiggling softly in his same-coloured head. Turning his head to the side to regard the Canadian from a corner of his eyes wearily Gilbert kept playing.

Gilbert had been doing his fair amount of research on Matthew's impotence. The theory he entertained presently was that the other was too self-aware. Making it a playful act could perhaps... turn things around for them.

Matthew shifted frustrated yet happy. He'd finally physically reacted. Now that he had, his boyfriend was playing hard to get! He bit the bottom of his lip and an acceptable amount of time passed before the Prussian started to re-approach him cautiously. Seductively sliding towards him. Long sinuous muscles tensing and relaxing as the Leopard approached once more. This time... his lover's face was level to his own.

The leopard smelled his head. The blonde nation, as if dealing with a true wild animal, gently raised his hands up to touch his face. Gilbert blinked, still pretending to be taken aback by the tough. Flinching and pulling slightly back. But then pushing a hand up to the other and humming contently as a cat would.

"...Gil."

The leopard nibbled at the other's palm, causing Matthew to gasp. Still inciting more physical reactions from him. The Canadian couldn't even remember the last time he'd had an erection. Much less how they should actually feel. It was hot, pulsing and uncomfortable in his pants. He had to move. Shuffling sideways off his legs, the blonde momentarily ignored the Prussian in flavor of repositioning himself. A sour little look on his face as he did so.

The feline had some other plans and nimbly brushed up against Matthew, turning around at his back and nibbled the other's neck. Then up near on of his ears he licked it. The reactions he was getting out of the shy blonde were magnificent.

The albino knew that at any moment, the Canadian would over think it in 3...2...1

"Gil... why are you doing this?"

The soft purple eyes shifted, pondering, processing... Gilbert hissed in the others' ears and then pulled away from the tentative touches his love interest had finally had the courage to make. A gentle rubbing of his shoulder. Tame and expected from Canada. But definitely not what the Prussian nation wanted. He needed passion and the blonde to feel wanted and needed! If it took this act to make him realize it. So be it.

The leopard grumbled in a sour mood. Pulling away. Rounding the couch and grabbing the ledge and stretching his faux-claws of it, groaned its discomfort. Pretending not to know what was bothering him. However Matthew could clearly see that he was painfully hard. However, the other wasn't dropping his 'Victorian heritage' the 'baggage'.

Prussia refused to touch himself, Matthew would have to chase him. To want to!

A chase he would give.

-Run away!-

Canada blinked. What? He watched a blur go past him...

Matthew: "..." ?!

Onwards to the crazy chase scene (to be continued... in a next chapter)! - Everyone be mad at me for ending this chapter at the worst place ever!