Sex, Drugs, and Money Ch. 4
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(A/N): OK, first: HOLY FREAKIN' CRAP! I already have two pages of reviews! TWO pages! They may not be two FULL pages but still! And all the subsciptions and favorites! You guys rock! Please keep on reviewing because it makes me feel so awesome and makes me write twice as fast :) let's make the review count 30! (we can, can't we?)
I felt kind of bad about where I ended the last chapter, but I don't feel that way now because this chapter came out better than I expected because of where I stopped.
I also realize that we are already four chapters in (4 chapters? Holy crap!) and there has yet to be any sex, drugs, or money (well on Alfred's part anyway) and I feel sort of bad about that even though it is just the 4th chapter (seriously? Already four?) so I made sure this one had some booze at least to make up for the lack of sex and drugs. Hopefully it makes everything better, booze always makes things better XD
So without further ado, I present chapter 4
Mattew looked out the window of the car. The scenary outside the Beilschmidt house was beautiful, it was almost as if it was located in the countryside but in reality it was only a 15-20 minute drive to the city. Oase was located about 10 minutes away in a little strip mall downtown. Matthew went there occasionally on days off with Alfred to buy some little things, and maybe some food for their mini-fridge that was in their room.
He turned his head to look at Mathias who looked like he was about to stab Alfred with any random object he could find in his car. Mathias had been so excited about going to the night club he had found one night after (yet another) break up, and was so excited to show it to Matthew.
When he found out that Alfred did not want to go to the night club but instead he wanted to go to Oase, the place they ALWAYS went to, Mathias almost lost control of his arms and it took Matthew (and alittle help from Berwald who had been watching everything unfold from his place at the door) to get him not to strangle Alfred. He wasn't even given a reason as to why Alfred wanted to go to the place they went to all the time even without Mathias!
Alfred sat in the back seat of Mathias' red Opel Corsa, his arms folding in front of his chest and a huge pout on his face. As soon as Mattie had gotten back to their room last night he was a complete mess and wouldn't talk to him. He then had to remind him to call Mathias about the next day. Mathias wasn't very happy about being woken up just to find out they weren't going to go where he wanted to but instead to the bar they always went to.
~The Phone Call~
"Hey Mathias, this is Matthew. About tomorrow…Alfred wants to go to Oase-"
"What? No! We're going to that night club! Fuck Alfred!"
"I bet you would want that wouldn't you fag!"
"What did you say assface?"
"You heard me!"
"Alfred, calm down. And Mathias I know you wanted to go to that night club but Alfred wants to go to Oase so he can see Arthur-"
"Mattie! Don't tell him that!"
"Ahh, so that's it, is it? Alfred's got a cruuush~ Alfred's got a cruuuush~"
"Shut up!"
"AND its on a GUUUUUY~"
"I said shut up dick!"
"Make me røvhul!"
"So its settled then *sigh*…see you tomorrow Mathias."
~The Present~
The next day Mathias came earlier than he was supposed to just so he could try and strangle him! Once he was calm, he made them all get in the car and left stating that "This was the time I was supposed to meet you guys, and this was the time we were supposed to leave so get in the motherfucking car!"
He didn't even give Alfred a chance to put on his contacts so that he could impress Arthur with his big, blue eyes. What's more, when he mentioned putting on his contacts Mathias snapped at him again. "I don't give a shit about you and your fucking boy toy Alfred! Be thankful we're even going to his fucking workplace!" 'He didn't have to be so mean about it' Alfred had thought 'And Artie is NOT my boy toy!'
It was like that the whole car ride, the awkward atmosphere engulfing the three young men. As soon as they arrived at the Oase, Alfred couldn't get out of the car fast enough and ran right inside without waiting for Matthew or Mathias (why would he wait for Mathias?). Mathias slammed his door shut and stomped angrily towards the entrance. Matthew stood by the car. Sighing, he walked over to the entrance of the bar and walked in.
The inside of the bar was very retro, looking like an old english pub. There was the bar that was always kept nice and polished by either Arthur or the other bartenders there, a TV was hanging from the ceiling playing the news. There were booths against the wall at the other side of the entrance. Little tables were put in the middle of the room, spread out enough so that people could pass through without trouble. Round tables were placed by the wall adjacent to the door, seated at the one by the second window were Mathias and Alfred facing away from each other. Matthew sighed. He turned the other way and walked towards the bar to get some drinks. 'Maybe that will ease the tension'
Matthew walked to the table that Mathias and Alfred were seated at, putting drinks in front of the two, bourbon for Alfred and Hvidtøl for Mathias, then going back to the bar to get his drink. The two at the table looked at their drinks, then at each other. They took their drinks and sipped in silence. Finally, Alfred spoke. "Something happened to Mattie yesterday,"
"Huh?" Mathias said confused.
"He came back to the room last night really red and when I asked him about it he wouldn't tell me anything. ME. His kick ass brother,"
"Maybe he was just having one of those days,"
"Yeah, if 'one of those days' was having your boss needs you for something."
"Your boss?"
"Yeah. Elizaveta told me that Gilly had needed Mattie for something and that she was going to investigate,"
"You think something happened between your boss and Matthew?"
"I think that's what happened but I have no idea what actually went down."
"Does Matthew have a thing for the guy?"
"I DON'T KNOW! He never told me anything or showed any signs of it!"
"Does your boss have a thing for Matthew?"
"HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW! ALL I KNOW IS THAT WHENEVER I MENTION SOMETHING ABOUT GIL-"
"Shut up! Do you want him to hear us?" Mathias said, his hands over Alfred's mouth. Alfred shook his head. "Alright, so here's the deal," Mathias whispered. "We get Matthew drunk and then have him tell us what happened, forstået?" Alfred nodded his agreement enthusiastically. If there was one thing they could do, it was get Mattie drunk, they (Mathias) had done it plenty of times before. Unfortunately, neither (Mathias) could stay sober enough to focus on anything, let alone Matthew.
"Sorry guys, the bar had too many orders to fill," Matthew said, sitting down in front of the two. Mathias quickly took his hand off of Alfred's mouth and the both of them straightened up. "Plus they're understaffed right now-"
"WHAT?" Alfred shouted, slamming his hands on the table and standing up. "How can they be understaffed? Arthur is supposed to-" Alfred stopped. He turned his head to see Mathias smirking at him. 'Fuck'
"Ha! And you call me gay. You're the one who's crushing on some bushy browed Englishman," Mathias laughed. Alfred's face got red.
"I do NOT like Arthur, just the Oase. And you ARE gay Mathias!" Alfred yelled, flailing his arms."
"Uh huh, sure, whatever Alfred. And I am NOT gay, just fyi," Mathias said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"YOU ARE GAY!" Alfred yelled. "What would Lukas say if he heard you say that?"
"Lukas could care less if I said that,"
"Your own boyfriend would care less?" Alfred asked incredulously.
"Ex," Mathias corrected.
"Whatever! It's the same thing!" Alfred and Mathias continued their little back and forth as Matthew looked on, slowly sipping his Lager.
"What the bloody hell are they arguing about this time?" someone said from behind him. The voice was laced with annoyance and had a british accent. Matthew turned around to see a young man who was slightly shorter than Alfred with sandy, blonde hair and green eyes.
"Oh hey Arthur," Matthew said, greeting the annoyed bartender. "They're just having one of their back and forths."
"I know that," Arthur snapped. "But what is it about this time?"
Matthew opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He couldn't possibly tell Arthur that his brother was arguing with Mathias about having a crush on him, it just wasn't right. Matthew laughed nervously, "Well you know them, just something stupid."
"I bet," Arthur sighed, putting his head in his hand. "Would you like another Lager Matthew?" He asked, reaching out his hand. They had been there so many times, and Arthur had waited on them so many times he knew what everyone was drinking. 'Maybe we do go here a lot' Matthew thought.
"Uh, yeah, thanks Arthur." He picked up his glass and handed it to Arthur. Arthur turned and walked back to the bar. Matthew turned back to see that the two were still arguing, but now, the argument had shifted to who has had the most sex. Matthew sighed. "Really guys?" he said softly.
"YES!" Alfred and Mathias said together. Matthew jumped. He hadnt expected them to hear him. Just then Arthur came back and placed a glass down in front of Matthew.
"ARTIE!" Alfred yelled happily. He got up and jumped next to Arthur. "When did you get here?"
"Don't call me that!" Arthur spat. "And I was just here. Maybe if you stopped arguing you would have noticed. Bloody Yank."
"Aww sorry Artie. I promise I'll start noticing you right away from now on so you don't have to get so upset ok,"
"Wh-what?" Arthur asked, a light blush spreading across his face. "Why would I get upset that you didn't notice me? I was just upset because of your constant bicker-"
"Aww there there Artie. You don't have to justify your reasons to me," Alfred said, a giant smile on his face. Arthur blushed some more. He mumbled something that sounded like "bloody wanker" and left in the direction of the bar, Alfred following close behind.
"He's finally gone," sighed Mathias. "Lets ditch him and get over to that night club."
"Mathias we can't do that," Matthew said, alittle troubled that his friend would say something like that. "If anything he'll be sober enough to drive us home."
"True," said Mathias, taking a sip of his drink. A few seconds of silence passed until Mathias finally spoke again. "Hey Matt, is something bothering you?"
"Huh?" Matthew asked, looking up from his drink.
"You seem kind of…quiet..er, quieter than usual. Plus you look like there is something on your mind," Mathias lied. Just because Alfred was off flirting with his boy toy didn't mean that Mathias wasn't still interested in finding out what had happened between Matthew and his boss.
Matthew blushed. "Uh, well,"
"You know you can tell me write? We're best buds," Mathias said with exaggerated arm movements. "If you're worried about me telling Alfred than don't worry, he's too busy with the walking eyebrows to interrupt.
Matthew brought his glass to his lips and began drinking, trying to avoid answering Mathias. Was it really that obvious that something was bothering him? He was sure he made it seem as if nothing was wrong. He finished his glass and Mathias ordered him another glass, which he quickly downed. 'Sucker' thought Mathias as he ordered Matthew some Akvavit.
After about an hour, Matthew was thoroughly buzzed enough to start telling Mathias alittle of what had been going on in the house and what had been going through his mind these past few days. 15 minutes later, he was ready and willing to tell Mathias what had happened the night before.
Matthew was about to sit down when Gilbert grabbed his shirt. "You don't need to sit Birdie, Its not gonna take that long," said Gilbert. He pushed himself off the desk and moved closer to Matthew, never letting go of his shirt, a huge smirk on his face.
Uh, ok then," said Matthew nervously, a light blush spreading across his face. Gilbert had surely seen it, as his smirk had grown bigger, which made Matthew blush more.
"So here's the deal Birdie," Gilbert started, bringing his face closer to Matthew's, bending at the waist to be at eye level with the slightly shorter man. "I need you to do me a favor," he finished.
"A-and, wh-what would that b-be?" Matthew stuttered. Gilbert's face was inches- NO!- centimeters from his own. And that smirk! Matthew had never seen a more suggestive smitk.
Gilbert chuckled slightly. "You see, I've got some clients coming for brunch tomorrow and I just happened to remember that you make awesome pancakes. Sooo," he said getting closer. Matthew's face turned as red as a tomato as their noses touched. "Sooo, I was wondering if you can make me some of them Canadian pancakes."
Matthew thought for a while. He enjoyed how much praise his pancakes got, and loved to make them, especially for Gibert and the rest of the house. And now…now Gilbert wanted him to make 'his awesomeness' pancakes for him and his clients tomor-
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow was his day off. The day he was going to hang out with Alfred and Mathias. But Gilbert. Gilbert wanted him to make pancakes.
Wait.
Why was he getting so worked up about Gilbert wanted to eat his pancakes? Sure he was Matthew's boss but that was it…Right? "Well?" pressed Gilbert.
"T-tomorrow is m-my-"
"Day off. Yeah, I know. I'll give you another one so how about them pancakes?" Gilbert said, alittle annoyed.
"B-but I-" Matthew usually never spoke back, especially to his superiors, but he barely got days off and didn't know when the next time Mathias would get one, or if it was the same day as his.
"You have plans, don't you?" Gilbert said, his face dropping alittle.
"Y-yeah. Sorry Gil," Matthew saw the look on Gilbert's face and felt alittle bad. "B-but maybe another time," he said, trying to make Gilbert feel better.
"But then who will make the food? I promised them some awesome shit, now what am I gonna do?" he asked jokingly. Matthew didn't seem to notice.
"U-um, well, you could get Feliciano to cook the meal," he suggested.
The smirk made its way back to Gilbert's face and he moved closer to Matthew. "Feli huh?" He made it so his body was centimeters away from Matthew's, grabbed his chin, and tilted his head up so that they locked eyes. "But that would mean I would have to make him come al the way here on such short notice." Without releasing Matthew's chin, he moved their faces closer, their lips meer millimeters away. "That wouldn't be very fair to Feli don't you think?" Matthew could feel Gilbert's breath on his lips as he spoke.
He blushed more (if that was possible) and swallowed. He tried to speak, but found it hard to form sentences, or words for that matter, so he found himself babbling bits of words. Gilbert chuckled heartily. Matthew liked hearing Gilbert chuckle like that. Wait. He licked what now?
Soon Gilbert's chuckle turned into hearty laughter. He released Matthew's chin and went to lean against his desk again, this time for support. "Haha, don't worry about it, I got it covered," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "Enjoy your day off Birdie." Gilbert patted Matthew's shoulder.
Matthew started babbling again. What just happened? Oh right, Gil's face was just millimeters away from his and all he could think about…was Gil's…lips? If Gilbert hadn't been locking eyes with him, he probably would've been looking at them as well. Matthew mentally slapped himself. Why was he thinking about Gil's lips? Why was he expecting- no- wanting Gil to do something? Something along the lines of…placing his…lips…on…his…own.
He needed to get out of there. "Y-yeah. Later Gil," he said as calmly as possible. His exit however, was not so calm. He turned, and fast walked to the door, fumbling for the doorknob, then slamming the door on his way out. In the hall, as he tried to make his escape to his and Alfred's room, he tripped over something – er – someone. He picked himself up off the floor and sat on his knees as he looked around to see what he had tripped over. "E-Elizaveta?"
"O-oh heeey Matthew," she said nervously, Gilbird popping out from behind her back.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked shocked.
"O-oh you know, just making some rounds," She picked herself up, dusted off her outfit, and started speed walking away. "Goodnight Matthew," she called. Matthew stayed there, on his knees, for a while.
What just happened?
(A/N): GOTCHA! You thought there was gonna be something going on didn't you? But nothing happened because (I say again) I am such a tease XD But hopefully the PruCan scene was good. I absolutely suck at writing love scenes so I hope this one came out good.
I'm sorry this chapter was so dialogue heavy, but I also tend to write lots of dialogue but hopefully the chapter was good :)
I think Elizaveta made Gilbird her little messenger XD I wasn't sure what kind of car Denmark would drive so I did some "research" and came up with the Opel Corsa which looked kind of cool (red seemed to be the appropriate color for Denmark's car). And ohhh, what's this? Who is this Lukas of whom I speak of? Can you guys guess? O.o
røvhul: Danish for asshole
Hvidtøl: The most common Danish beer, although it is mainly bought during Christmas (guess he couldn't wait)
Lager: Is a type of beer:
Akvavit: A Scandinavian spirit that is like, 40% alcohol. It is usually drunk from shot glasses.
If I missed anything or wrote something wrong (referring to the Danish) please correct me so I can fix my mistakes
Please forgive me for my knowlegde of beer and foreign cars aren't all that good so bear with me. Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review. Reviews are loved :3