The good stuff is toward the end~ Yes this is the longest chapter, and it looks like there will be at least one more chapter and then the epilouge after this. I apprieciate the reviews, especially from nobody-xD who corrected some of my German in the past couple of chapters (in case it notifies you when I re-upload a chapter, I'm deeply sorry.)

Warnings: Yaoi-smut, smut, and yaoi, some cursing, all that stuff you need warnings for

Disclaimer: It should be apparent by now that I don't own Hetalia

We were at Francis' favorite restaurant. It was an impromptu set up. Lovino showed up – grumpy as always – and then Shelly came; therefore leaving just Canada and I dateless, so we went together.

"So, if I can ask, why'd you come to see Francis anyway?" I asked trying to get him to loosen up. He shook as he picked up his second glass of wine. He needed to talk more…

"Who are you- oh lo siento Canada, I forgot you were with us." Tonio responded.

"Canada? Isn't that America's hat?" Lovino commented.

"Geographically speaking, but he is obviously a regular country Lovino." Francis turned to look at him "Relax Mathieu, you are among friends."

"Oui, it is so nice to meet another ex-colony of Francis'. Do you attend the world meetings regularly? I am unable to make them normally, so we must have missed each other." She said sweetly, trampling on my unanswered question.

"I normally make them, Seychelles. I just came over to ask Francis' help on something." He said quietly.

"Well that's a real definite answer Ice Bastard." Lovino pointed out, but I didn't really care, I was just trying to make conversation at this point.

"S-sorry, I can't really elaborate," he carefully sipped his wine again. Antonio tried to get Lovino to stop picking on Canada – or Ice Bastard. Shelly started a conversation with Canada – much to Francis' (and my) abject horror.

"Oh you don't have to call me Seychelles, you can call me Shelly. I mean we're kind of like family." She even went so far as to bat her eyes.

"Th-then p-please call me Mathew." He turned to me "you too Prussia, call me Mathew." I locked eyes with him; they were so blue they were violet.

"Call me Gilbert," I grinned stopping myself from adding or awesome.

"Oi, what about us Ice Bastard?" He quickly turned to fret over Lovino.

"O-of c-course, Spain, Romano, call me Mathew."

"Antonio; please, not so formal, and feel free to call him Lovino." Tonio said while Lovino glared at his lover.

We were finishing our plates when Tonio called out "Camarero!"

"Oui, Monsieur," the waiter came over.

"Más vino tinto, por favor," the waiter looked over to Francis.

"More red wine, please," Francis repeated.

"Of course Messieurs," he walked off.

"We're leaving, now." Lovino announced dragging Tonio along as he stood.

"¿Por qué mi tomatito?" He stumbled to a stand.

"Because you've gotten more drunk than you think and if you start singing we're going to have a problem." He started walking away.

"Pero mi tomatito…" Then they were too far away. Shelly and Francis were gone after another bottle of wine. By then I couldn't have cared less because I was talking to Mattie. It was mostly me, talking about my imperial days, but when he did talk it was refreshing to hear about Canada's history. He got what he wanted by just asking for it; just by doing it. No long drawn out battles or revolutions, it just got done.

"Messieurs, your bill was paid for by the other gentlemen that were with you earlier," the waiter replied when I internally cringed asking for the bill.

"Well that was nice of them," Mattie stuttered and stumbled less the more we talked.

"Let's go for some drinks then. There's a café closer to Francis' that serves German beer, and Francis' favorite wine. We're frequent patrons." I told him as we left.

"That sounds great Gil-bert," he paused like he wanted to call me Gil but wasn't sure.

"Gil's fine, I mean I've been calling you Mattie all night," I said and he walked closer to me to let another couple pass. He got close enough that our arms brushed. I was definitely turning into a pansy – getting excited over arms brushing.

I was really getting drunk. Gil was getting rowdy, so maybe he was too. I was unable to think in a straight line though. "Gil, maybe we should head back…" I was quieter than normal.

"What was that Birdie? You have to talk louder, you are too quiet." He laughed and slung his arm over my shoulders. He leaned in and breathed deep "your hair smells good." He licked the very tip of my ear and sent shivers through my body.

"Gi-Gil, st-stop" I blushed.

"Why," he said against my ear shivering again "is it because we're in public? I can change that." He finished with a nip to the bottom of my ear. I turned to face him knowing I was bright red.

Truth be told, I was amazed that he still remembered me. Alfred forgot me after his fifth drink; after Arthur's third he broke down into sobs; Francis left with at least one person after his first bottle; Ivan and drinking was a bad idea; and Miguel decided I was Alfred after number four. Gil had had wine at the restaurant and three pitchers of hard German beer here at the café.

"What Birdie? Do I have something on my face?" he asked while I was thinking. What happened next must have been the alcohol combined with prolonged exposure to Papa.

"Let me take care of it," I leaned in and planted a light kiss on his lips. I figured if he didn't like it he could reject it and I could blame it on the wine. However I was pretty certain he wouldn't. I mean he had been flirting right? At this point I was trying not to care.

No way was I letting Birdie lead. I was the awesome one, and yet somehow he had kissed me first. I guess that answered the question of Is he interested?

I pulled him into a tighter embrace and kissed a little harder letting my tongue slip out to wet his lips. He pulled back – obviously impressed by my awesome kissing skills. He moved his hand up to my shoulder and leaned back in.

I lead this one from the start. Biting his lower lip so he would give me entrance, our tongues did battle for a moment until I masterfully subdued his. My hand found its way into his hair and I tilted his head slightly. Deepening the kiss and causing a little moan to escape. Do you know he tastes like maple syrup?

That's about the time there was a sound of something being settled harshly on our table followed by a sharp 'Ahem.' It was France so I'm sure the unfamiliar waitress I was currently glaring at had seen much, much worse.

"Your bill messieurs," Birdie was so red I was pretty certain it continued under his clothes – but I wanted to find out for myself. So I pulled my wallet out while he fumbled with his. He probably drank more than he planned because he was so nervous.

"I got it Birdie; just don't tell Francis or Tonio 'kay?" He just nodded causing his glasses to fall a little further down: he pushed them up the bridge of his nose.

I grabbed his hand before he returned it to his side "Let's borrow one of Francis' bedrooms," I mentioned as we left, bringing him into my side.

I kept him close as we shuffled along trying hard not to trip. Unfortunately it didn't work that well for Birdie. He stumbled so I wrapped my arm tighter around him. The next stumbled landed his back against a building in an attempt to catch himself. I hovered over him.

"Sorry, I don't normally drink this much," he frowned a little and I kissed him pressing him into the wall. He brought his hand up and I pressed that into the wall too.

Finally I let him breath, "Just a little further Birdie, and I'll be able to do more," He was blushing again, this time I wanted to see exactly how far that blush went. I popped the first button on his shirt. Then the second.

His hands cover mine "Not here Gil," his voice was so low. I gave him a light kiss. I took him by the waist and led him down the street. Francis' was literally around the next corner.

We made it there in record time.

He stumbled on the stairs going to the second floor –where all of the guest rooms were. I picked him up from the landing "Gil?" Slouching against the wall, he looked up at me from beneath his eyelashes. I made a low growl-type noise (definitely not a moan over his cuteness) and kissed him until he moaned again.

While he was distracted I worked on his shirt front, unbuttoning all the way down. I ran my pale hands up his naked torso, eliciting moans for me to feed on. "A few more steps," I murmured and replaced my arm around his waist. He nodded and as we climbed the last steps I noticed his hand under my shirt. I chuckled; it seems he wasn't the only one who had been distracted.

"Hm?" he hummed looking at me with bright eyes.

"Just amazed," I whispered and nipped his ear again. First unlocked door we came to I opened.

He opened the door on a bedroom and we (I) stumbled inside. I stood next to the bed as he walked around to the other side taking his shirt off as he went. I slid my own off letting it settle on the floor. He opened the top drawer on his side, revealing a bottle of lube (well, I hoped it was lube, because I was so drunk it really could have been anything.) He turned with a wicked grin on his face.

He walked back toward me, an intense look in his eyes. Once he stood in front of me he took my chin in his hand. "They say that alcohol releases inhibitions, but you just get quieter." His trademark chuckle slipped out again. He pulled me closer by my chin and assaulted me with another of his kisses.

It felt odd to moan over such little touches, but it had been a long time, and I was going to enjoy every sensation. I felt his other hand go to work on my pants. I moved my hands to his hips suddenly nervous. He broke the kiss.

"Relax Birdie, I'll go slowly for you," he licked the sensitive skin beneath my ear and slid his hand into my now open pants. He handled my member and the last of my working brain cells short-circuited.

He pushed me onto the bed. Pulling my pants off and kicking his aside. He looked down at me intensely; all I could do was stare back.

His skin seemed translucent in the moonlight, his red eyes stood out under his sliver-white bangs. I was amazed that this man saw me, me. Not my loud mouth brother, not through me, he actually saw me. And I wanted to be seen by eyes like his.

I sat up intent on showing him just how much I was enjoying this. His hand went through my hair, thumb and forefinger teasing my curl. I flopped back onto the bed with a pathetic noise. He laughed "So your curl is just like Feli's," he climbed onto the bed, towering over me. "Let's get rid of these," he took off my glasses and set them on the table above my head where he had left the bottle. He grabbed it now.

I reached between his legs as he brought his arm back, making him drop the bottle with a hiss. I was determined to show him just how much I was enjoying this. I slid my hand up and down his length, slowly adding more pressure with each stroke until I felt a hand on my own again. "Two can play at this game" he panted and worked me. I caved unable to consciously move my hand the way I was supposed to. Instead both of my hands ended up on his shoulders, trying to get leverage to move myself into his hand. Gil pulled away and I gave a short cry – the rest swallowed by his mouth.

He retrieved the fallen bottle as I fought with his tongue – losing. He tweaked my nipple and swallowed another moan. Then he rose up, splaying his hands against me. "Stay," he commanded and removed my arms from his shoulders. I whimpered a little unable to do much else. He pinched my other nipple and I gave another cry.

He lathered lube onto his member. I was captivated by the pale skin on pale skin unable to look away. Then he added some to his fingers – drenched them. It made me a little more excited, and nervous.

"Relax Birdie," He whispered, his mouth poised over my erection, "have you ever done this before?" Ruby eyes looked up over the plane of my body.

"N-not in a while," I stuttered over the question and felt his fingers at my entrance moving in a slow circle. In that moment I wasn't entirely sure as to what exactly I was doing – but I knew I didn't want to turn back. That thought and Gil's mouth made me relax. His mouth covered me and he entered a finger simultaneously.

I fisted the bed sheets, gasping at the sensation, and trying not to cry out.

He continued and added a second finger, scissoring them. The first two were always uncomfortable, and sometimes the third hurt, but right now the little concentration I could still pull off was on his mouth. He ran his teeth along the sensitive skin and I almost missed the third finger that entered me. A moment later he was satisfied with how much I was stretched and sucked hard on the head of my penis before moving on.

He crawled back up my body, kissing as he went and I was panting hard. He bit at my pulse when he reached my neck. He aligned himself with me and my stomach fluttered. I reached for his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist giving him a better angle to work with. "Ready Birdie." He breathed, I knew it wasn't a question, it was a warning. I nodded anyway.

He hit my prostrate on the first thrust and I couldn't help but cry out. Then he waited, and waited, and waited.

"Move, please" I whimpered trying to do it, unsuccessfully.

He started moving alright. With each stroke his tempo and force increased, every stroke hit that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I found myself moaning his name.

He slowed a little at this "Don't" I choked, trying to make the same amount of friction as before and loosened a leg to prop it against the bed, lifting myself.

His speed increased and soon I felt the return of his hand pumping me in time with his thrusts as I tried to rise to meet him.

My stomach was so tight. I was going to lose it soon. The fast pace we were going at was just too much for me. I came all over our stomachs moaning out his name louder than any other noise I had made all night. A minute later he stilled with his face in the crook of my neck muffling the noise he made as he came inside of me.

He slowly exited me and I whimpered a little more for the loss of him. He kissed my neck. "Matthew?" he whispered.

"Hm?" I ran my hand back up to his shoulder as he rose to tower over me again. I thought that even though I was completely spent, I would let him take me again in a heartbeat; just because he'd called me by my name, no one else's.

"Never mind," he moved my hair and kissed me again, with the same passion and energy he had at the start of the night.

Birdie fell asleep soon after so I cleaned up then settled back beside him. Wasn't I an awesome bedmate? But I could hardly believe those eyes that he'd looked at me with. No matter how awesome I was, I've never seen anyone look at me like he had looked at me after sex.

"Mathew," I had said.

"Hm?" he replied as I moved to gaze down on him. The scene replayed again. Violet eyes had been at half mast, and held such adoration and respect it was unnerving. I didn't deserve it. He had started as something of an experiment that evolved into something else. Something I didn't want to touch with a ten foot pole.

"Never mind" I told him and kissed him until he passed out. Bringing me back to where I was now, staring down at his naked form. Why had he looked at me like that? I didn't think I could take it. I hadn't been with anyone since I'd come back from living with that Russian bastard. I still sometimes woke up and thought I was there. What if I woke up that way tomorrow? I couldn't chance it.

I got out of the bed. I couldn't let him see me like that. It was better for him to think me a dick that walked off in the middle of the night after drunken sex, then to have him see me panicking trying to figure out why the fuck I wasn't in my own bed. I put my pants on and picked up the rest of my clothes. He turned onto his side and pulled a pillow close to cuddle. That could be you my subconscious whispered. "Shut up," I mumbled.

I shut the door as quietly as I could. "Leaving just like that, ami?" Francis was standing at the end of the hall in front of his bedroom door.

"I could ask the same of you freund," I shot at him, not looking up (partly because I could tell he was stark naked just from my peripheral, I did not need to look at it full on, again.)

"Just sneaking away to get some extra sheets, Shelly always takes them." He sauntered (the only appropriate way to describe Francis' walk) down the hall to where I stood.

"Can't you put on some fuckin' pants," I concentrated on anything but him.

"It doesn't bother you as much as you make yourself believe. In any case what is your excuse for leaving Mathieu so soon?" He walked into another bedroom and came out with the sheets wrapped around him.

"Just because…" Francis knew why; he shouldn't ask stupid questions.

"That is not an answer, and I think that you should go back in there. Mathieu will understand if you explain; I'm sure." He came closer.

"I'm not."

"You know that Russia is his neighbor right?" I looked up sharply at him "Alfred used to talk to Mathieu during the Cold War about what Russia was doing from what I remember. Every once in a while Russia recognizes Mathieu. But I hear he more often than not confuses him for Alfred, and you know how their relationship is." There was no relationship between Russia and America, they had sex as far as I knew but that was the extent. Did that mean that Russia confused Birdie for America and tried something with him before? I had no idea what it meant. I wasn't sure that I wanted to know either.

"Doesn't matter," I lied and turned to the staircase.

"You still haven't given me an answer," He said to my back.

"And you're not going to get one," his hand appeared on my shoulder as I reached the top of the stairs.

"Gilbert, I don't think you should leave like this, it's not good for you to be alone." He was worried, he pretended not to be, but he always worried.

"I'm fine alone, I'm happy alone," I recited.

"You are not mon ami, not before the war, not after it, and not now." I looked into his blue eyes; they were not the beautifully almost-purple eyes that I had been looking into all night.

"I can't," I was definitely turning into a pansy. It was that Russian bastard's fault. I had gone with him to save West. The allies had split up the country after the damn war, and Ludwig was so distressed over what the Furor had done to the people I couldn't make him go with that sadistic bastard. So I let that dipshit America take him and I walked off with the insane Ivan. I was strong enough to take it, I was a Knight: Once upon a time…

"You can Gil," He said and turned me back around. I stared at the door like it would bite me if I got too close to it. "Go on Gilbert, you are probably so exhausted that you won't dream at all tonight." They weren't dreams; they were fucking nightmares. "It will –"

"If you say it'll be good for me one more time, I'm going to punch you in the face and walk away," I told him before he finished his sentence.

"I was just going to say that it will be good for him too, he's a bit shy, but I'm sure you can fix that," he pushed me toward the bedroom.

"Fine," I walked the rest of the way, "See you in the morning."

"Bonne nuit," he said as I reentered the room. Birdie still had his arms wrapped around that pillow. I carefully extracted it and slid onto the bed.

"Gil," he mumbled.

"Sorry, go back to sleep," I brushed his hair away from his face again.

"Bonne nuit," he settled back into sleep.

I chuckled lightly and responded "Gute Nacht."

Hmmm do I smell plot? I hope so~ Yeah there's a little depression-angsty-ness I hope you don't mind.

Translation-Time!

lo siento - I'm sorry - Spanish

Camarero - Waiter - Spanish

Monsieur - Mister - French

Más vino tinto, por favor - More red wine, please - Spanish

Messieurs - Misters - French

Por qué mi tomatito - Why my small tomato - Spanish

Pero mi tomatito... - But, my small tomato... - Spanish

Bonne nuit - Good Night - French

Gute Nacht - Good night - German

Thank you Black-Wolf-Warrior for the correction, I do not want to offend anyone ecspecially people serving food. :)

Oh I had a review from a Nami, without a return email and I just wanted to them: sure, Lovi and Mattie can be friends. It's not going to come up in this story, but they're both rather permanant lovers of members of the Bad Touch Trio (at least in my head-cannon) so I'm sure they get along. Plus with Mattie being so quiet he probably doesn't annoy Lovino all that much.