A/N: Re-reading the outline I have for this story, I think I should rename it "The Story in Which Matthew has Weird Dreams and Cries a lot over His Problems" XD That's pretty much all that's been happening so far, but *hopefully* I can incorporate some romance in the next chapter.

I hope you enjoy Chapter 4!

"What do you mean you don't have any more ice cream? You are in a freaking ice cream truck."

"Look kid, we are out of ice cream. Some group of little brats just bought the whole truck, so scram!" the irritated ice cream vendor snarled at the stubborn little albino jerk who apparently didn't understand what "go away" meant. The albino's blonde buddy just smiled sadly and dragged his friend away by the sleeve of his jacket.

"C'mon Gil, let's just go." There was definitely some disappointment in the boy's voice. The albino gave the ice cream vendor the finger and let his blonde friend drag him away.

This is so stupid, Matthew thought. I'm reliving probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life in a dream. There is completely and utterly no point to this.

Matthew watched as his dream-self and dream-Gilbert walked from the ice cream truck to a huge tree full of twelve and thirteen year olds. Dream-Matthew was too busy trying to comfort dream-Gilbert to realize that the kids in the tree started snickering.

"Don't worry about it, Gil. We can get ice cream somewhere else. Isn't there a Frozen Yogurt place just down the street?"

Gilbert cheered up at this and wrapped his arm around his companion. "Y'know Birdie, you're right. we don't need that unawesome ice cream truck ice cream! Hell, we don't even need ice cream!" The German headlocked dream-Matthew and began playfully noogieing him. "'Cause I got you."

Raucous laughter could be heard from two kids above. Matthew buried his head in his hands, What did I do to deserve reliving this?

"Get a room!" one of the kids in the trees shouted. The gang of children erupted into loud laughter. Dream-Matthew's face went red when he realized that the kids were talking to him.

"N-no, it's not like that!" the embarrassed Canadian stammered to the giggling children. Dream-Matthew turned to dream-Gilbert as if pleading for help. Dream-Gilbert was just smirking at the younger Matthew.

"What's not like what?"

The younger Matthew turned a shade of red that could rival the color of his flag. "I-it's w-w-we aren't…"

Matthew facepalmed. Smooth Matt, smooth.

"C'mon Birdie, what happened to frozen-yogurt?"

The Canadian awkwardly nodded. As if to humor the tree residing children, Gilbert grabbed dream-Matthew's hand and began swinging it back and forth like they were a happy couple.

"G-Gil!"

Matthew smiled, remembering how he was so conscious of his sweaty hands when the German was holding his. When Gilbert's were sweaty as well, Matthew decided to blame it on the heat.

Looking back on it, it isn't really that hot. Was Gil embarrassed about the incident with the kids too?

Matthew, now interested in reliving the day, continued following his dream-self to an old Frozen Yogurt shop. He took notes on the behavior of not only his past-self, but of Gilbert as well. The Canadian couldn't help but notice that the younger duo never let go of each other's hand, even though they were long out of sight of the tree dwelling children.

Interesting.

They only let go of each other's hands when they approached the door to the shop. Gilbert opened the door and bowed dramatically.

"After you," Gilbert said with a smirk. Dream-Matthew rolled his eyes and walked into the small shop. Gilbert followed after him and Matthew slipped in through the door, just as it was closing.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Dream-Matthew hung out with dream-Gilbert and Matthew mentally took note of strange behavior in both of them. The more Matthew looked at it, the more he realized how much like a couple he and Prussia acted like. When Gilbert had yogurt all over his face, dream-Matthew got a napkin and wiped his friend's face off. When dream-Matthew got a cramp from walking around after eating so much frozen yogurt, dream-Gilbert let him ride on his back all the way to a bench. And then the hand holding….

Gilbert eventually claimed he was thirsty and went off in search of a water fountain, leaving dream-Matthew to sit on the bench alone. Being naturally curious, Matthew decided to follow Gilbert. He knew that his dream-self would just sit there texting his brother about a topic long forgotten. To Matthew's surprise, as soon as dream-Gilbert reached a water fountain, he ducked behind a tree, as if hiding from something. Matthew followed Prussia behind the tree where the German had now pulled out his cell phone.

He looks really nervous, the Canadian thought. Why would he be so nervous?

Dream-Gilbert had now began rapidly typing on the small buttons of the cellular device. He looked like he was about to cry now. Very out of character, noted Matthew. Suddenly some strange German tune blared out of the phone.

"I can't do it," Gilbert whispered into the phone. Matthew tilted his head to the side. What's this?

" No! I can't do this to Matt, Francis! I don't know how he'll react, and he'll probably hate me and think I'm totally unawesome."

Why is he talking about me to Francis? Why would I be angry with him? There was a pause, and a look of pure horror crossed Dream-Gilbert's face.

"No...you wouldn't," he whispered, fear edging his tone. There was another pause, Prussia's face now looked strained. "Well no, I don't want to just stay his friend forever."

Matthew's breath hitched. What? Gilbert didn't- Gil doesn't want to be my friend. Tears began to sting at Matthew's eyes. After a very long pause, dream-Gilbert sighed.

"Ja, ja I know. I just…..I don't want to hurt him. I get it, okay? You want to know the awesome reason why? Well-"

Matt suddenly felt the ground shake and heard someone shouting his name. A worried voice surrounded him and roared in his ears. Gilbert's explanation was drowned out by the deafening voice

"Matt, Mattie! C'mon wake up!"

And with that, Matthew awoke, eyes blurry and full of tears.

"Thank god you're awake, you hit your head really hard," Alfred sighed. "I tried calling you and you wouldn't answer, so I knew something was wrong. Hey- are you crying?"

I never got to figure out why Gilbert doesn't like me.

A/N: ;u; holy cows thank you so much for all of the nice reviews! I'm sorry the story hasn't been romantic at all, as I said earlier this should all change in the next chapter. Don't forget to R&R!