I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I AM SO, SO SORRY! I have no excuse for why this is so late other than procrastinating. I have been meaning to get around to finishing this chapter but you know, one thing lead to another, and I might have forgot about it for a few months…. And I hate when authors leave stories unfinished for long periods of times on a cliffhanger. What an unawesome hypocrite I am, huh?

Prussia: Ja, what is wrong with you?

Canada: Gil! Be nice!

Prussia: Was? I was just stating the obvious.

Me: Hey… I said I was sorry! Anyway, I do not own anything other than this plot. Have a warning: Much swearing from a quiet voice.

Chapter 4: Slightly Angry Canadians

Matthew woke up to the sound of, was that screaming? He was startled, to say the least, and sat up as quickly as humanly (or nationly?) possible.

While searching for the source of the noise, which now included some extremely hardcore flute playing, he felt something sticky drop on his head.

"Gilbert, why in the hell are you pouring maple syrup on me?" He tried to keep his calm composure, but he couldn't help the slight growl in his tone. "How are you in here anyway? I locked the door. And put that dresser in front of it." Matthew knew of Gilbert's "special skill" of being able to pick locks in less than ten seconds.

"Well, mein liebling, as you so wonderfully said a few days ago, we have a window."

Matthew inwardly scolded himself. Why hadn't he thought of that?

"As for your other question, I apologize mein liebe, it was simply a slip of the wrist."

Matt rubbed his temples. This conversation was going nowhere. "Can you at least tell me what is with that stupid, incessant flute?"

Gilbert placed a hand over his heart, looking absolutely horrified. "You dare mock the great flute playing of a German death metal band?!"

'This is German death metal? How can this be- oh there it is.' Matthew's thoughts were cut off by the extremely loud, monster-like voice over the flute. Yes, this was definitely German death metal. Why they played the flute, Matthew didn't know, nor did he want to.

"And why are you playing German Death Metal at-" Matthew looked at his clock. "3 in the morning? At the highest volume possible? Some people have actual work to do tomorrow."

"Because I love you, Vogelchen?"

"Fuck you Gil." Matthew threw the covers off to take a shower and get rid of all the maple syrup. As much as he loved the stuff, he didn't want it in his hair. He could hear the sound of his boyfriend's cackling, happy that he was getting somewhere with this plan of his. Matthew's resolve usually lasted much longer, but he was really tired and just wanted this whole thing to be over with. He decided when he does blow, he is not going to hold back. The guy deserves it, boyfriend or not.

"And turn that damn thing off!" Cue more annoying cackling followed by an overly excited "Nope!" Before now, he had never heard his quiet Canadian swear, not even about hockey. If he was honest, it kinda turned him on.

3 hours later, Matthew decided he had enough of Gilbert atrociously singing along to his music. Gilbert was a good singer, but sang as unawesomely horribly as he could for this occasion. Not only that, but at some point he had switched to German Sparkle Party and was still singing terribly while dancing around. Matthew was somehow able to sleep through the first two hours (he was extremely tired) and he now didn't know how he lasted an hour listening to this without exploding, but he did know he couldn't stand it anymore.

Matthew picked up the dresser and moved it to the side effortlessly, leaving to make himself some pancakes. He had a meeting at 10 and planned to wake up around 7. Which means he has to deal with his boyfriend for another 4 hours. Great.

Gilbert had used up an entire bottle of maple syrup when he dumped it on Matthew, draining his supply. Matthew kept a secret stash of the stuff hidden away in case of emergencies like this (he definitely isn't addicted. Of course not. That's just crazy). He took it out and poured it all over his pancakes.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was hatching more plans to annoy his Mattie as much as possible. Matthew usually did get angry and would scream at some people as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud. But, he never got EXTREMELY angry and Gilbert wanted to see it. He wasn't trying to annoy him for the heck of it. He wasn't a sadist, no matter what some people think (I'm talking to you, West!). He wanted to know just how long Matthew could last, and how far he could go. Better him finding out this way then not knowing what would happen.

Gilbert got out his list and checked off "pour maple syrup" and "play awesome music". He looked down the rest of the list and knew exactly what to do next.

His plan was awesome! He knew it would work! But he had to wait for Matthew to leave. Let's see, his meeting was at 10? 4 hours, hmm.

Those next few hours were spent with Gilbert doing mostly spontaneous, unplanned annoyances, like running into the kitchen and stealing, then eating, all of Matthew's precious pancakes. Or throwing shoes and clothes all around the room. Or running around and screaming at plants. Yes, plants. There was nothing wrong with it. That was completely normal.

For the first time, not counting the previous days, Matthew wanted to get away from his boyfriend. It had only been a few days, but he already missed the surprise hugs or kisses and Gilbert's overall sweetness (with a tad of obnoxiousness) that he only showed for him. He knew this could all be over soon if he just gave him what he asked for and (*censored information. You don't get until end of story*) but he didn't want to, nor did he have the heart to just yet. If this goes on for much longer then he just might.

3 and a half hours of this torture later and Matthew sprang up, yelling, "OH LOOK AT THE TIME. GOTTA GO BYE" and running out of the door as fast as he could.

Gilbert smirked. Now his real plan could begin. Now where was that super-strength industrial glue…

Matthew came home after an extremely exhausting day. He had showed up at the meeting after being stuck in traffic, making him effectively late. His boss thoroughly chewed him out while Alfred was snickering in the corner. The first time someone bothers to notice that he was there and this happens. Any moment they weren't talking about international problems and trading finalizations, Alfred was making fun of him, not only for the fact that he was late, but he decided that now was a good time to make fun of his little brother's "Canadianess" like his maple syrup addiction ("I am NOT addicted, Al!" "Sure you aren't dude. You just pour it on everything." "It-it tastes good…" "If you aren't addicted bro, then let me take all of it away from you for a day." "NO!" "Mmhm that's what I thought.")

All Matthew wanted now was to flop onto his couch and lay there for hours. But things never worked out for him, did it?

He walked in, tiredly taking off his boots and his coat. He absentmindedly trudged towards his precious piece of red furniture and plopped down. And landing on the floor. "What the fuck!" Matthew was beginning to open up a lot more around Gilbert because of this little experiment of his, i.e. his language was becoming much more colourful.

"Is something the matter mein liebe?" Gilbert walked into the room, trying his hardest not to let out a huge smirk at his lover on the ground. "Oui Gil. I was simply wondering why my fucking couch disappeared." The Prussian stayed where he was, not making any move to help his boyfriend up. "I wouldn't say that it disappeared…." His gaze travelled to behind Matt, who followed his eyes to the wall, his own eyes widening.

"Gilbert Frederick Beilschmidt, did you fucking glue my couch to the wall!" He was tired and irritable. He didn't know how much more he could take like this. "That is a possibility liebling." Matt sighed. "You're still sleeping on it tonight."

"Wha- Mattie!"

Matthew sighed again and stood up, trying to get as far away from his oh-so-loving boyfriend as possible. As soon as he walked out of the room, he screamed "GILBERT!" and ran back in, holding a very annoyed polar bear. "What. In. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?" Gilbert couldn't hold back a smirk as he watched a very exasperated Mattie hold up a bear with bald spots and matted fur. "Oh ja, I was going to trim his hair, but you see, he doesn't like me very much and resisted, and that happened."

5 deep breaths later and Matthew had calmed down a bit, letting Kuma down to bite and ambush Gilbert and left to his room, slamming the door and locking both it and the window.

"Kesesesese OW GET OFF OF ME YOU DUMMKOPF!"

Sorry for apologizing so much, but sorry again for being so late! (I just apologized for apologizing? I'm becoming Mattie...

Canada: I heard that!

Me: Haha...yeah…) So I think that I'll only have one more chapter of this and I will try to not get distracted again and get it out as soon as possible! I'm also starting to work on another story for my friend and I might post it on here so look out for it! ~Nicole