Setting freshly made food on his dining room table, Matthew wiped his forehead gently with his hand. He had called Alfred over to discuss his...er...condition.
"HELLO! HERO HERE!" Alfred had yelled. Matthew held the phone away from his ear then placed it back.
"Hey, Al. Could you come over? For, ah, lunch? And to talk about something-"
"Fwaa! Yeah, yeah, I'll be over!" Click.
"...Oh my..."
So, as fast as he could, the Canadian had made food, knowing that the American rushed over as fast as he could for food. If Alfred was eating he actually listened better when someone was talking; so, knowing this, Matthew had made hamburgers, spagetti, and some cake. Right on cue the American had begun to beat on the door. Sighing, Matthew went over and opened it, Alfred nearly trampling over him!
"Ok, Ok, so, what'd ya neeeedd Maaaatty?~ Need some amazing new recipes I made? Oh, I can make it right now!-" Matthew slapped a hand over Alfred's mouth.
"No, I called you over to talk about something important. Please just sit at the table?"
Without even pausing Alfred immediently went over and sat at the table, picking up a burger. Matthew sat next to him and got himself some cake; might as well eat too.
"Ok, so...you know a few weeks ago?" Matthew began while poking at the cake. Alfred nodded with chewing.
"Yeeah...I do."
Matthew breathed in slightly. "Oh jeez, this is harder than I thought!" Matthew thought.
"Well...ya know how countries can get...um...pregnant? You know...regardless of...um...gender and all?"
Alfred eyed Matthew suspiously; did he want a kid or something? Even though they weren't together? Maybe from that big-nosed Russian?
"..." Alfred chewed and swallowed loudly. "Yeah? What about it...?"
"...I'm pregnant?"
Alfred began to laugh, nearly choking on his spit.
"Hahaha! You? Pregnant? Good try Matty! I always use protection! Ahahaha!"
Matthew facepalmed. Dear god, help him.
"I remember: You didn't use it that night a few weeks ago."
Alfred continued to laugh but then stopped.
Alfred ran his hand on Matthew's crouch, kissing him in the kitchen. Matthew's red face turned even redder, small little moans coming from him.
"N-N-Not in the ki-kitchen..." Matthew mumbled. Alfred kissed down the Canadian's neck.
"Why nooot?~" Wrapping his arms around Alfred's neck, Matthew pouted with slightly wiggling under the man.
"Because it's not comfortable in the kitchen..."
Picking the Canadian up, the American walked upstairs and closed the bedroom door...
Alfred still rejected it.
"Pff, you're not!"
Lifting up his shirt, revealing a small but noticable little round bump, Matthew placed Alfred's hand on it.
"So what, you just gained some-"
Then something startled him. He felt something...kick him? Eyebrows raising Alfred blinked a few times; Matthew wasn't lying?
"When were you going to tell me exactly?" Matthew had expected Alfred to sound sarcastic but, amazingly, Alfred sounded stunned and serious. Face turing red Matthew scratched his chin.
"Well, ah...I didn't want to...ah...inturrept you and Arthur...with your relationship...so..." Matthew began to mumble. Alfred blinked once more.
"So you thought that was more important...?" Alfred in all honesty didn't know what WAS important anymore; Arthur seemed so distant now and Alfred was pretty sure that Arthur was cheating on HIM with Francis. Now that he had looked back on the whole thing he wasn't sure what had really made him even think about cheating on Matthew.
Matthew smacked Alfred's hand off and yanked his shirt back down.
"God, you're so confusing! If I'm so boring to you that you have to cheat, why would you even care about anything that has to do with me? What the hell are you even thinking? You're so fucking stupid, and retarded, and-"
Silenced with a pair of warm lips on his, Matthew stood there in shock, than pulled away, face red, feeling small tears coming up from frustration.
Alfred looked away akwardly, cheeks red as well.
"I...I need some time to think. Get out."
Taken back a tad, before Alfred even had time to do anything else, Matthew pushed him out the front door and locked it behind him. He covered his mouth with both hands.
"What the hell...is he trying to do? God damn it..."
(GentleHina- DEAR GOD I FAIL AT ROMANCE. FORGIVE ME! *shot* What do you think should happen next? Matthew ending up with Russia? Or going back with Alfred? And I'm sorry for the lack of RussiaxCanada ; A ; I swear I'll do more of that OTL And yet again, I'm sorry for the lack of good romance, plot twists, or anything of the sort... ; A ;)
