A/N: Bonjour mes amis! It's been too long since I've updated this! I apologise greatly for this. But I have a valid excuse! I am taking summer classes. By choice. I regret it so much, but it will be worth it when school starts back up again. I've been working on my class for the past month, and I have another week left of this course then I start another one for three weeks. I should be finished my classes by August 17th or sooner. But that still might mean an unbalanced updating schedule, so bear with me.

Enjoy!

*Matthew's POV*

"How would you like to go to Germany?"

"W-what?" stupid stuttering. But really, what kind of question is that? I just meet the guy, find out I'm dead and have some important stuff going on with my... life, and now he wants to take me to Germany. What's next?We run into Cookie Monster on the street and he happens to be Gilbert's long lost cousin?

"I have this totally unawesome meeting to go to in Germany, and it's kind of tomorrow, so yeah," Gilbert tells me as if it explains everything.

"Why do I have to go, though?" why can't I speak louder than just above a whisper? At least he can hear me I guess.

"You kind of have to go too..."

Well. That's it. I'm leaving. I stand up, and am about to walk out the door for the second time, when I feel a hand around my wrist. Again. I want to pull my hand away, I am trying with all of my brain power to will my arm to move, but it won't. It just feels so good to have him hold my wrist like that. Instead, I turn back around, and my focus is immediately drawn to his sparkling, rufescent eyes.

This is the second time this has happened today. N-not that I'm complaining. But it's not that I like it. Right...?

"Why do I have to go?" that came out with a bit of unintentional venom, I'll have to apologise later when the mood is right.

"Like I said, you are a personification, and personifications have to go to meetings. Often. All the time. It's way too unawesome for me," I let Gilbert slowly pull me back to the small couch again. This time, he releases his grip on my arm all together.

"Well, when you say it like that..." I need something clever to say, but like usual, I can't think of anything, "it sounds even more boring and... 'unawesome'," I try out Gilbert's word to describe the meeting, and it kind of makes sense. Sort of.

"Exactly, that's a perfectly good reason why you should come!" Gilbert is doing a very bad job in convincing me to go with him. Something must be up.

"Are you just doing this so that you won't be bored at the meeting?" I ask, this time, somewhat audible.

"No no no!" he shakes his head and begins to laugh. It is a very unusual laugh, but I like it, it suits him. "...Maybe."

I want to get up again, but I don't want the same situation to happen three times. Instead, I plant my face firmly in the palm of my hand.

"Gilbert, why are you doing this?" yay, we're back to whispering, are we?

"I was just messing around," he removes my hand from my face and lifts my head up so I can see him properly again. "You need to find a sense of humour. Sure, it won't be as awesome as mine, but, considering how awesome you already are, it could come pretty close."

At first, I found that statement to be insulting, but in the end, I felt heat build up on my face. I don't know why, really all he did was find a way to compliment himself while insulting (and complimenting, I guess) me.

"Alright, I've had my fun, now it's time to get serious," the face he puts on after he said that is priceless. It involves a very 'stern' look plastered on his pale face. It doesn't look right at all. It looks way too unnatural. I can't help but let out a small giggle. "Matthew, I don't know what you're laughing about, but we're being serious now. Pay attention."

How does he do that? He said that with such a straight face that drives me to laugh yet again.

"Sorry..."

"We need to get ready because we need to leave as soon as possible!"

"What happened to 'being serious'?" I mumble under my breath, hoping he won't hear me this time. "I never said I was going with you," I point out, louder this time.

"Yeah," he sounds like a whining schoolgirl, "but Mattie, please!"

Mattie? I allow a faint blush to form on my face after hearing the nickname.

"I know what'll change your mind. I've never seen you be late once in your life - don't think I'm some unawesome creepy stalker, I can tell you're thinking that," how he knew that, I have no idea, but I'll let him continue, "so if I tell you that if we want to be at the meeting in time, we have to be on a plane in less than half an hour, will you come?"

What the heck!? He expects me to comply because of that? Well, now I want to help him get ready for his flight... Seriously, how does he do that?

"I won't come, but I'll help you get ready so you're not late," I tell him, carefully choosing my words, so I don't give the wrong impression.

It seems like that was enough to satisfy him, as his mouth forms a smirk that I've seen way too many times in the short while I've known him.

"Well, let's get ready then!"

It didn't take very long to get Gilbert ready - he didn't bring much with him when he came to Canada - so we left after five minutes. He convinced me to come with him to the airport, which I see no harm in doing, so it was an easy win for him.

We had to rent another car because I... kind of... destroyed the other one... Oops.

At the moment, I'm currently driving the rented car to the airport while Gilbert is lounging around in the passenger's seat. I made sure to be the one driving because I don't want him to pull a ruse on me.

He's kept that smirk on his face ever since we left the hotel, and it's starting to creep me out.

"Gilbert?"

"Yes, Mattie~?"

Why did he have to say it like that? I felt the heat building up on my cheeks again.

"Um, is your face alright?" I ask him. I thought I would be more subtle than that, but I guess I just ripped off the bandaid instead.

"What?" he sat up straight, and that smirk he had on disappeared without a trace.

"Sorry! I meant that you've, uh, been smirking this whole time, I thought it would get uncomfortable after a while... Sorry..." that went absolutely awfully.

I was met with a very uncomfortable silence. Honestly, I want to disappear just like I always seemed to do before all this happened.

"Kesesesesese!" I'm not exactly sure why he's laughing or how I'm supposed to react to this, so I join him with my own (quiet) laugh. "Mattie, you're too funny! If you know me, I'm always like that!"

I let his laughter die down before I said, "I don't know you..."

If I have regretted anything in my entire life, this seems to blow all the other times away. This silence is even worse than the previous ones as we let that realization sink in.

Why am I even in a car with someone I just met this morning? I have a very vague idea of who he is, and he seems to know plenty about me. Maybe this was a bad idea...

We got to the airport very shortly after, and I rushed to get out of the car.

"Woah, Mattie, are you that eager to go to Germany with me? You got out of the car pretty fast!" and that smirk made a reappearance, but this time, there was something else that I couldn't place hidden in his eyes.

"I told you, I'm not going," I sighed.

The next little while went like this:

We spent a very short time going through security and luggage check because Gilbert had next to nothing with him, and there was some sort of special treatment for personifications or something. I'm actually quite surprised at how quick and easy this was going, it was as if all the staff here recognized Gilbert and didn't even put that much effort when it came to him.

Or me. They didn't see me.

I still didn't know why I was following this guy around an airport, but I guess it was fine because there wasn't much he could do with so much security. I believed what he told me earlier, but that doesn't mean that I trust him.

We made it to where Gilbert said his plane would be, and I was more than ready to walk out of the airport and go home to get some food. I was starving! I still am actually...

"Thank you for explaining stuff to me and for the tea. I really am sorry about the car earlier though..." I began my quick goodbye because I didn't want him to be late for his 'unawesome' meeting. "And for speaking to you so rudely earlier..."

He looked utterly confused after I said the last part. Oh well.

"Have a safe tr-" I was cut off as my right hand was grabbed and I was pulled into a hug.

"Are you going to miss the awesome me?" Gilbert asked as he intertwined our fingers and he let out a slight laugh.

"Uh..." I could tell that my face was definitely red. "Sure?"

"I can tell you this, Mattie," he whispered into my ear, "I am not going to miss you."

I am not going to lie when I say that statement really hurt. I know I only met the guy, but you can't just tell someone something like that before going across the globe.

"W-what?" I didn't even bother scolding myself for stuttering at that point.

I didn't even get an answer, all that I got was a tug on the arm and a shove. I don't really remember what happened after that until I was sitting down.

On a plane.

"Did you just... kidnap me?"

A/N: Don't freak out about this chapter, it's just what came out! I know there's the whole trust issue going on, but I kind of need that for plot development. Gibert did NOT, I repeat, NOT kidnap Matthew. It will be explained in future chapters. Whether he did or not does not mean its OK for anyone to kidnap people though, and I am highly against it.

Also, if you haven't already noticed, I started another fic! It's called 'Life as We Know it', and it;s a RussiaxOC story. I personally think it will end up being pretty adequate, but that's just my own opinion. If you have the time, check out the first (and only, so far) chapter please.

*virtual kisses* Au revoir!