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Chapter 3 - Let's get some Timmy's, eh!

"Please stop apologizing, Vogelchen."

"I will not. It's practically a criminal offense."

"Matt. You forgot to take me out for coffee. It's okay!"

"Correction; I forgot to take you out to Timmy's. That is NOT okay."

Gilbert would have laughed, but he knew very well that Matthew was dead serious. In the two weeks he'd spent at Matthew's house, he'd learned to pick up on the subtle changes in his demeanor, allowing him to guess at Matthew's true feelings, well hidden behind Canadian politeness. Right now, he was picking up on a large amount of self loathing on Matthew's part.

"Stop beating yourself up over this." He flicked the back of Matthew's head, earning a sour look from the blonde.

"You've been at my place for over two weeks, Gilbert. Two weeks! And I haven't taken you to a Tim Horton's! I'm the worst host ever." The blonde moaned, burying his face in his hands. How could he ever have forgotten to bring his friend to a Timmy's? He had only realised his failure when Gilbert had announced, sadly, that he would have to go home in a couple of days, due to Germany's constant nagging, and the fact that, as East Germany, he did actually have some work that needed doing. Then, the fact that he and Gilbert hadn't done anything even vaguely interesting with their time together had registered. No notably Canadian activities, no visiting cheesy tourist attractions, just sitting in front of the TV, drinking copious amounts of beer, and talking.

Not that there was anything wrong with that. Matthew had absolutely enjoyed himself. He was fairly sure that the Albino had enjoyed himself, too. Turned out that Gilbert liked Molsons almost as much as he liked maple syrup.

"Mattie, seriously, it's fine! We're going now, so cheer up." Gilbert gave an exasperated sigh, waving his hands in the air. The blonde contemplated this for a moment before nodding.

"I accept your argument as logical." He stated, as they entered the coffee shop, "Oh, how do you take your coffee?"

"Two cream, two sugar." Gil answered, breathing in the smells of the shop, "Wow, they have so many different doughnuts and things!" He snickered, "Never, ever let West find out about this place. Seriously." Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"Let's just say that his kitchen might turn into a Tim Hortons. Weston loves making little cakes and things, though he'll never admit that." Matthew hummed contemplatively.

"That's not nessecarily a bad thing. I mean, Ludwig is a very good cook, I seem to recall." He smiled, as Gilbert looked at him in confusion, "During the Cold War, you got letters from Ludwig, via Toris, right?"

"Ja," Gilbert nodded, as they advanced through the line, "Und he got letters from Felix. Wait-" He looked at Matthew in surprise, "That was YOU?" Matthew grinned smugly.

"Yes. I had a valid reason to visit Ivan through that entire era. And Felix, Ludwig, and Feliciano asked very nicely." They were next in line at that point, and the next cashier waved to Matthew.

"I can help you over here, Matt!" She grinned, and the pair walked over.

"Hey, Jules. Can I get two Double-Doubles, and two Canadian Maple doughnuts, please?" Matthew smiled, and the girl, Jules, nodded.

"Cash or Tim-Card? And to stay, or to go?"

"Card, and to stay, please." He pulled a small card showing a cup of Tim Hortons coffee out of his wallet, and handed it to the girl. She swiped it, and handed it back.

"Kay, grab a table. I'll bring you your order in a minute." She winked, and Matthew nodded his thanks, guiding Gilbert to a free table by a window.

"So. Jules?" Gilbert raised his eyebrows sugestively. Matthew blushed.

"It's not like that! I'm a regular here, since it's the closest Timmy's to Parliment Hill, and she's a very sweet girl." He drummed his fingers on the table, "Not to mention she's a brilliant artist. Undiscovered, but she's good." He saw the unconvinced look on Gilbert's face, and rolled his eyes, "I'm about as straight as that old lady's hair, okay? I'm not interested in girls." He had pointed at an elderly woman with extremely curly hair, and was now blushing even more furiously.

"Ja, ja I believe you."Gilbert chuckled, as Matthew continued to blush. Jules then appeared, holding a tray with two cups of coffee, and the two doughnuts.

"Order up!" She smiled, passing each of them a coffee, and setting the doughnuts down on the table.

"Thanks."

"Danke." They both nodded.

"You're welcome. So. I've never seen you around before. Usualy the only person who comes with Mattie is his loudmouth brother. So what's your name?"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt. And you are?" He gave a slight bow of his head.

"Julie Harker. Just call me Jules; everyone does." She beamed.

"Then you may call me Gil, or Lord Awesome. Up to you, really." He gave a smirk as Matthew tried to decide it they were matching wits, or flirting. He didn't know why the idea of Gilbert flirting with his friend bothered him, but it did.

"Gil sounds good. So," And here she waggled her eyebrows, exactly as Gilbert had done not five minutes earlier, "Are you Mattie's boyfriend or something?" Gilbert blinked as Matthew squeaked. Literaly squeaked.

"Julie! You don't just go around asking everyone who sits with a guy for coffee if they're in a relationship! He whisper-yelped, face going redder by the second, "It's very impolite!" The girl shrugged, tossing her hair.

"So, is that a yes?"

"JULES-!" Matthew ground out, even as she chuckled and sauntered away. He turned to Gilbert, still beet red, "God, Gil, I'm sorry. Julie just likes to assume things-"

"Matt, It's cool. Okay?" He snickered, "Mein Gott, your face is so red, Birdie." He took a sip of his coffee, and paused, "Damn, this is good."

"Sweet Canadian Nectar." Matthew mumbled into his cup, trying to hide his face. Gilbert nodded seriously.

"Ja, that sounds about right." He bit into his doughnut, and his face literaly lit up with pleasure, "Oh Mein Gott. This may be the most awesome doughnut that the Awesome Me has ever tasted in mein awesome life." Matthew chuckled, continuing to sip his coffee.

"Now, see? This is why I was so mad that I forgot to bring you here."

"Ja, I get it now. This coffee could be worshiped, you know." Matthew nodded seriously.

"Where do you think America's joke about Tim Horton being the Priminister came from?"

"Pfffft!"

"Don't laugh, eh!"