Ah welcome back~

I had meant to get this up last night in time to wish you all a happy Veteran's Day for all you fellow Americans and happy Remembrance Day for my Canadian friends as well as any other countries who had a holiday yesterday~ And if you didn't…um…happy late Thursday I suppose! :D

Thank you all so much for your continued support! The reviews, alerts, and faves are very much appreciated! ILU~ 8D

Oh and did any of you see the last Hetalia episode? (85 I think?) Ohmygod England dressed as an Italian with his hair gelled up and everything! I was laughing so hard!

Arthur you sexy beast you~

Lastly, (yes I will stop talking now) I hope you enjoy this chapter; it has more dialogue in it, which was fun to write, as well as a different POV stuck in there!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia…

Warnings: Language, alcohol mentions, ect~


Parties were fun. Parties with free drinks were even more fun. A nasty hangover the morning after, however...not so fun. Matthew knew this all too well as he lay in his bed, feeling as though his brain was relentlessly thrashing itself against the walls of his mind. He had tried many times to simply fall back into blissful unconsciousness until he slept it off, but he had been lying there for a good half hour now and in the end Matthew decided to give in to the effects of the hangover.

He tried to stand upright long enough to look around the cabin. Alfred was still unconscious like he had been when Matthew, along with the help of Gilbert and Francis, had carried him back to his bed after the American nation passed out on one of the Mess Hall tables the night before. Matthew pushed those thoughts out if his mind as he didn't even what to reminisce on how they had gotten Alfred onto the top bunk. Plus just the little bit of extra thinking was making his head spin.

He looked to the other side of the room to see that the Vargas brothers were also sleeping peacefully. (Though he could hear the occasional "Veh~" coming from Feliciano as he breathed in and out.)

Matthew envied them all but only for a second as he began contemplating what he would do to get rid of his hangover if sleeping it off was no longer an option. He checked his watch to find that it was only just turning 9:00 am. Taking a cold shower in the washrooms was defiantly an option considering most of the nations had gone back to their cabins only a few short hours ago and he was most likely the only one up.

But then Matthew thought of the lake and how inviting it had looked the day before. It would get the job done just as well as a shower (and honestly Matthew hadn't been too keen on using the public showers anyway) so he decided to change quickly into a red pair of swim trunks, pack a towel, and head towards the lake.

The morning air felt cool against Matthew's skin and caused goosebumps to flourish up and down his thin arms and legs, the hair on his body standing on end in an attempt to keep him warm.

Though it made Matthew's whole body shiver, he could already feel the cool air working on his headache which was now receding into more of a dull ache rather than a battering ram against the inside of his skull.

Matthew glanced around the campsite as he walked past the Watch Tower. He had been right in thinking that he was the only nation up and about. The campsite was still as stone in the post celebration haze. Then Matthew noticed something that he hadn't yesterday. He hadn't bothered to pay attention to the cabin arrangements before now and it was just now that he noticed the cabin on the left side of the main road closest to the lake had the flags of Spain, France, and the old Prussian flag perched on it's roof.

All three of them...in a cabin...together? The infamous trio was known throughout History to be troublesome and even now the three nations sharing a cabin was asking for hell.

Matthew wasn't as worried for himself (for his had good relations with the trio) as he was for the rest of the camp. Knowing Gilbert, he had probably already proposed (awesome) plans to take down the establishment and conquer each nations' vital regions. Matthew decided to save his thoughts for when he needed them, however, as he found his feet had sunken slightly into the muddy shore of the lake.

Looking around again he noticed something else that he hadn't the other day. Just to the right of where the main road opened into the shore was a large circular pit composed of cinder blocks, surrounding it were long and stable looking stone benches that had been dug into the soft turf of the shore. Matthew smiled to himself as he imagined a fire burning in the pit, nations surrounding it, enjoying themselves just as they had in the Mess Hall.

He set his towel on one of the benches and stepped towards the edge if the lake. The water was calm this morning, so calm in fact that Matthew could see he reflection as he looked into it's shallow depths. He broke the calm surface as he stepped one foot in. An icy chill spiked up the nerve endings all over his body and Matthew felt his teeth begin to chatter. His hangover was long forgotten as the cold overcame his senses.

He quickly retreated his foot from the water, no longer enthralled by it's services. He had had enough by simply stepping his foot in. He didn't need to (nor did he want to) know what it would be like to have his entire body emerged in the icy waters. Sadly for Matthew, fate had planned just that.


Gilbert rolled in his bed. He had his own bunk (because he was just that awesome) and had claimed the top (because the awesome Prussia was never on bottom) for himself before Antonio or Francis had even arrived at camp the previous day.

He didn't really know why he was wide awake, though he assumed it was from something Alfred had given him at the camp celebration. He had been drinking a beer and talking with Matthew (not admiring how cute the Canadian looked when his face was flushed from the alcohol. He was too awesome and manly to think such things) when the fat ass had shoved a small can into his hand and dared him to drink it in one try. Because he was too awesome to deny any challenge, he had chugged the whole can of the highly concentrated liquid. It was then that the American bastard said it may or may not have contained bull semen.

Gilbert sat up and peeked down over at the bed across from him. Antonio was still sleeping, practically hanging out the top bed. One of his tanned arms was dangling off the side while his head rested against the very edge of the bed frame. Gilbert was greatly tempted to poke the Spanish nation awake, just to see what would happen. He was reaching his arm across when a suave voice spoke up.

"What do you think you're doing?" Gilbert looked down to see Francis was looking up at him with a slightly assumed expression.

"What does it look like?" Gilbert replied, reaching his hand as far as he could towards the sleeping nation without falling off his bunk, "I'm gonna wake up, Toni!"

"Now why would you do that?" Francis got out of his bed and reached up to adjust Antonio so he was out of reach from the conspiring Prussian. The Spaniard exhaled deeply and rolled over so he was now facing the wall of the cabin, but did not wake.

"So not awesome." Gilbert pouted, swinging his legs over the side of his bunk and jumping off, landing (awesomely) on his feet, "Well I'm going to take a shower then." He pulled off his shirt and reached for a towel as well as a change of clothes, "I could probably find the source of hot water and shut it off after I'm done with it. You know. Just in case someone else wanted to take a shower today. Kesesesese~"

Francis watched as Gilbert walked to the door, chuckling to himself. He would actually prefer if the Prussian did not shut off the hot water. After all, Francis had yet to take a shower himself. Glancing out the side window he noticed a certain blonde haired Canadian nation standing alone by the lake and a brilliant idea popped into his mind.

"Oh there's Mathieu over by the lake!" Gilbert stopped and went back to the window to see for himself.

"Huh, it is Mattie." Gilbert said, peering out at Canadian nation who was just standing there, arms crossed, staring at the water, "What's he doing?"

"Whatever it is," Francis continued, taking note of the way Gilbert was looking at Matthew, "It's quite the shame he has to alone." He let the last worded linger in the air and to his delight, Gilbert seemed to get it.

"Well, I, being as awesome as I am, can't just let Mattie stand there like a loner! He could use my awesome presence!" And with that the Prussian was out the door, running towards the lake.

Francis, now thoroughly interested, decided to pull up a chair and observe as the scene unfolded on the other side of the glass.


Matthew was now debating whether or not he wanted to go back and try the showers after all when he heard the sound of loud footsteps just behind him. He didn't even get the chance to turn around before whoever it was had wrapped their arms around him and tackled him, to Matthew's horror, towards the surface of the lake.

The next thing Matthew knew, he was completely emerged in the bone chilling waters. He didn't immediately feel the cold of the lake as his body was still in a state of shock. It wasn't long after, however, before his body began to go numb with cold and water started filling his mouth and nose at a rapid pace.

He flailed his arms and legs until he broke the surface again, coughing up water and wiping his hair out of his face. His attacker had also come back to the surface and was releasing a long chain of swear words, both in English and German.

"G-G-G-Gilbert!" Matthew stuttered, trying to stop his teeth from chattering long enough to yell at the Prussian, "W-w-what the fuck?"

Gilbert looked over, grinning despite the fact that his skin was slowly turning blue and his teeth were chattering as well, "M-Morning M-Mattie!"

Matthew would have punched the bastard in the mouth if his blood hadn't stop circulating in his arm. Also, it wasn't as much of a priority to beat up the Prussian as it was to get the hell out of the water as fast as possible. So Matthew used the only energy he had in his body to pull himself out onto the shore.

Matthew ran to grab his towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. It was only a bit of a comfort as the cold air was practically freezing the water against his skin. He could feel his limbs stiffening as he held them close together in an attempt to keep warm. Looking to his right, Matthew noticed that Gilbert had made it to the shore as well, carrying his things in his arms.

"R-Race you!" Gilbert yelled and Matthew watched as the Prussian sprinted off into the direction of the closest cabin, which just happened to be the trio's. Seeing as staying on the shore freezing to death wasn't doing him any good, he raced after the older nation, miraculously leaping up all three steps at once as he approached the cabin porch and threw the door open.

What Matthew did next was mainly by instinct. Without even stopping to think, he bundled himself into a large, warm, black comforter that lay on the bottom bed of the bunk on the right side of the room, not knowing that it already had an inhabitant. It was only when his body temperature had rose considerably that he stopped to take in his situation.

Matthew was glad that he face was already flushed from the heat of the cabin because, other than the comforter, he had managed to find (as well as wrap his arms tightly around) the very nation that had put him in this situation in the first place.

"I didn't know you were so clingy, Mattie~"

Matthew just looked up at Gilbert, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. He felt as though he should let go but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to release his vice like grip on the Prussian. The only words he could manage were-

"Well...I-I..." Why couldn't he talk without stuttering? "I wanted the blanket..." Matthew mentally face-palmed. Worst. Excuse. Ever.

"Well I was here first Mattie~" replied Gilbert. He was grinning down on the Canadian, "But don't worry, I'll let you share with the awesome me." Gilbert poked at Matthew's arms that were still slung around him, "Though it looks like you've already taken full advantage~"

They just sat there for a moment, scarlet eyes looking into violet, violet looking into scarlet, neither of them really knowing what was going on between them, but neither of them cared. It was only that moment that mattered, whatever it was.

And it was shattered a second later as someone else in the cabin yawned loudly and rolled over in their bunk.

It was then that Matthew built up the strength to finally release Gilbert from his grip. For the last minute or two he had completely forgotten that they weren't the only ones in the cabin.

"Aw~" Matthew almost died of embarrassment as it was Francis, his own father figure who had been laying it the bed across from them, that had seen everything, "Antonio, mon ami, you have the worst timing."

Suddenly the Spaniard, or at least the top half, came into view as he leaned over the side of the bed frame. He wore a sleepy smile on his lips as his looked at Matthew and Gilbert, "Huh? What do yah mean I-" Antonio finally comprehended the situation and only smiled wider, "Oops, perdón~"

"Well..." said Francis, getting out of his bed and stretching, "We're all awake now, so we might as well all go get some breakfast, what do you say?" Matthew nodded slowly, unable to form words at that particular moment. Gilbert, on the other hand, was acting like nothing had even happened.

"Fuck yes!" the Prussian exclaimed, slipping out of the comforter and pulling his now wrinkled shirt over his head, "I'm starving!" he began heading towards the door when he looked behind him to see that Matthew hadn't moved yet, "Yo, Mattie! Am I going to have to drag you to the Mess Hall? Come on!" Matthew snapped out of whatever trance he was under and pulled on his shirt again, following Gilbert to the Mess Hall.

It was odd. He couldn't stop replaying those couple of moments back in his mind. He had only seen Gilbert act so gentle once before when Gilbird had come down with something and Gilbert had taken it into his own hands to nurse the little bird back to health.

Question after question was running through Matthew's head. What had come over him? What had that moment been? What did it mean?

Did he have feelings...for Gilbert?


Mon ami- My firend

Perdón- Sorry

Sorry the ending is a little rushed, my mind went a blank and I couldn't think of how to end it so there…that is what you get.

I decided to throw in a little romance to get things going also~

Hopefully you caught on that the can Alfred gave Gilbert was Red Bull. The same thing kind of happened to me as it did to Gil. I haven't had a single Red Bull since those rumors started floating around. I hate energy drinks anyway, so it's not bad. C:

There was one part in here that I had planned to add in at the end but I decided to leave it out. It would have messed with what's going on and would have made the story pretty long. I'll probably put it in a later chapter.

Speaking of later chapters, I've planned the next couple out as well as the ending. I seem to always plan the ending before everything else which is kind of a pain because now I have to come up with what I want to have happen in between. I have some ideas going that I'm excited to write! I'm thinking this story will be somewhere from 15-20 chapters? I don't really know...

I'm going to try and get the next chapter out by Sunday but we'll see if that happens. :D

You know that reviews are very much appreciated! :3