"'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do,
Nothing to lose."
Gilbert watched as Matthew sat down across from him, out of breath and panting. Gilbert's heart began beating so rapidly and loudly, he was sure Matthew could hear it. "Hallo Matty." Gilbert smiled.
Matthew smiled back at Gilbert and chuckled. "Hey Gil. Sorry I'm late. Francis was being, well, he was being Francis, eh?" He laughed and Gilbert chuckled and the two fell into easy conversation. Matthew complimented Gilbert's hair at one point, bring blush to the albino's pale cheeks. The two ordered and reordered drinks and only left when they were kicked out at closing time. But they weren't ready to part. Heeding Ludwig advice, they went to Matthew's house and now found them watching Toy Story. Gilbert sighed. Alfred sure had the strangest movies.
Gilbert let out a small 'urk' as Matthew scooted closer, resting his head on the Prussian's shoulder as though it was nothing. A light blush formed on his cheeks. Surely Matthew would hear his rapidly beating heart now. Gilbert took a deep breath to calm his heart and decided to pay attention to the movie, but it proved difficult. Buzz and Woody were hiding in food containers.
The pictures continued to change and Buzz and Woody were trapped in the crane game, surrounded by little green aliens. Matthew jumped when the image appeared and buried his face in Gilbert's shoulder. Confused, Gilbert paused the movie and Matthew's shoulder a little shake. "You alright?"
Matthew nodded, glanced at the T.V. screen, and quickly looked away. "Ye-yeah. Just… those green aliens scare the crap outta me, eh? Alfred always hid them in my room when we were little. Still does, eh. Tony even creeps me out. C-can we just fast forward a little bit? Past the aliens…"
Gilbert laughed and ruffled Matthew's hair. "Want me to protect you from the big bad aliens then?" A smirk formed on his lips.
Matthew frowned and gave his friend a playful shove. "You're making fun of me, eh. Aren't cha?"
Gilbert pouted, looking insulted, and folded his arms across his chest. "Me? Never! I would never make fun of my Mattie!" He laughed.
Matthew crawled onto Gilbert's lap so he could look into the man's face and tried to be threatening. It only made Gilbert's heart beat faster. "It ain't fun to make fun of people Gil!" He have Gilbert a small jab in the chest.
Gilbert leaned in towards Matthew and his smirk grew. "Oh ja? Since when have I been nice? I am the awesome Prussia, conqueror of all vital regions! What are you, wenig Kanada, gonna do about it?" He chuckled.
Matthew leaned in even closer; Gilbert could feel his breath on his face. "I don't know." He said, mocking Gilbert's strong German accent. "Vhat should I do vid such und terrible person such as you, ja?"
Gilbert pressed his forehead against Matthew's, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Oh ja? I'm the terrible person? Listen to yourself, eh?" He grinned.
Matthew laughed, tilting his head to the side, looking innocent. "Yeah… So awfully… terrible you are…" His voice came out breathy.
The smile faded from Gilbert's face, leaving him with a rare, calm look. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Matthew. "Ja..." He closed the gap between him and Matthew, pressing their lips together. He was pleased to find that Matthew didn't push him away. And that his lips were much softer than he imagined. He took Matthew's head in his hand's to pull him closer, but that alarmed the Canadian and he was quickly pushed away.
"And it's you and me and all other people.
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you."
"Ja..." And then he kissed him. Gilbert really kissed him. Matthew leaned into the kiss at first, but wait. What was happening? Why was Gilbert kissing him? He felt hands on the side of his head and he was being pulled closer. No! He wasn't ready for this! He pushed away from Gilbert and jumped off of his lap. He stared at the albino in front of him, sitting on his couch and looking obviously shocked. Gilbert opened his mouth to speak, but Matthew held up a finger, telling him to wait. Gilbert silenced himself and Matthew sat down on his coffee table, right across from Gilbert. He could feel the man's gaze digging into him, but he didn't really mind. Matthew brought his fingers to his lips and just sat, thinking. That had been the first time he kissed anyone other Francis. First time he kissed someone where both parties were sober. It was nice. However, he was soon pulled out of his thoughts by the ever impatient Gilbert.
"Matt, you alright? You're acting weird." Gilbert leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
I'm acting weird? You just kissed me! Matthew shouted inside his head, but said out loud to Gilbert, "Yeah, I'm fine… What was that, eh?"
Gilbert laughed. "It was a kiss. I kissed you." He grinned.
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but why? Why did you kiss me? I don't really mind much… but why?"
"One of the things I want to say, just aren't coming out right.
I'm tripping on words."
Gilbert blushed. He thought the answer was obvious. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. Him, Gilbert, unable to find the right words to say. It was crazy. He closed his mouth and opened it again. "I-I… I don't know…" He looked away, mentally cursing himself. That had not been what he wanted to say. Not at all. He knew why. He knew very well why. His heart was throbbing and his hands shaking, all at the thought of telling the truth.
"You've got my head spinning,
I don't know where to go from here."
Matt sighed. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He knew better than that. Gilbert had probably just kissed him out of impulse. It didn't mean anything and he felt foolish for thinking it would. He hunched over and sighed. Now it felt awkward. Gilbert sat there silently, probably waiting for him to speak. But he didn't plan on saying anything. His mind was stuck on the feeling of Gilbert's lips pressed against his own. He sighed. He had to break the tension. This awkward silence was, well, awkward.
"Ah… I see then, eh."
He could have punched himself. I see then? Really? He shook his head, feeling stupid.
"There's something about you now,
I can't quite figure out."
Gilbert listened to the hurt tone in Matthew's voice and leaned forward. He reached out, taking Matthew's head in his hands once again, and pulled him into another kiss. This one lasted longer, as neither party really wanted to part. They both separated to catch their breath and Gilbert let out a nervous laugh, letting go of Matthew. "That's not how I meant it Mattie. So don't be sad, ja?" He sighed at Matthew's confused face. It should be obvious, right? "I-I mean… I'm confused Matt. I… I um… I think I like you. A lot. In the, you know, lovey dovey way." Gilbert blushed. Furiously. Never again would he utter the words lovey dovey.
Gilbert stared at Matthew's shocked and confused face, He frowned, biting his lower lip and rubbing the back of his neck nervously, fearing the worse. He watched as Matthew open and close his mouth as if to say something, but he never did. Gilbert really wished he would. But then, Matthew seemed to be getting closer and their lips were suddenly barely a centimeter apart. Gilbert eagerly closed the gap, taking Matthew's head in his hands while Matthew wrapped his arms around Gilbert's neck. They kissed longer this time, until Gilbert brushed his tongue across Matthew's lower lip. Matthew pulled away, his face bright red.
Matthew backed up a little and looked at Gilbert. He wrapped his arms around himself nervously and smiled. "I-I l-l-like you t-too." He stammered excessively, but Gilbert found that cute. Gilbert simply pulled Matthew into another kiss.
