I'm baaaaaack and there is smut in the very beginning and end of the chapter (the smut is not between Canada and Prussia at the end)

So anyways this the chapter…read it…

Warnings: smut, yaoi, homophobia, religious themes, underage drinking, drug use, dub-con (…not really sure on this warning…?)


"Jesus take the wheel

Take it from my hands

Cause I can't do this on my own

I'm letting go

So give me one more chance

Save me from this road I'm on

Jesus take the wheel"

~Jesus Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood


Chapter Seven

Sunday morning, Matthew woke up with a hard on and he knew why.

He had been having a fucking awesome dream starring Gilbert Beilschmidt. Rough hands had been massaging bare thighs as Matthew lay on his back and fisted the crimson silk sheets beneath him. Rough hands –Gilbert's hands –had been massaging soft skin so close to where Matthew needed to be touched. But, instead of touching it at all, those beautifully sinful hands had slid down and around to the back of Matthew's thighs.

"You look so fucking hot, Vӧgelchen," Gilbert said in that deep, gravely, German accented voice of his, "So sexy, I just vant to eat you~."

Matthew keened, arching his back and gasping when a hot tongue slid up his neck. He was submitting, tilting his head to give the albino more room as rough hands slid up the back of his thighs. They stopped at the junction of Matthew's ass cheeks and legs. "W-Why'd you stop?" he breathed letting out a pitiful, keening whine. His body was throbbing, screaming and aching for the albino. He needed to be fucked in three seconds or someone was going to die.

"You haven't been behaving, Birdie," the albino chuckled finger nails digging into the back of Matthew's thighs, "I zhink you deserve zhis…punishment." Gilbert seemed almost happy about it and whatever made him happy, made Matthew happy.

Plus, the metallic smell of the blood dripping down the back of his thighs was a really big turn on. "Oh, please," Matthew begged yearning for the other's touch, "Punish me, Gil, please! Make me feel sorry!"

The older male smirked, a sadistic curl of the lips, as he swooped down and sunk his teeth into Matthew's neck. He broke through the skin and the shorter male moaned in pleasurable pain. Gilbert continued to bite down his neck, licking up blood, all the way across his collar bone and shoulders. He didn't stop there, God no, he continued downward. He bit down Matthew's sternum, his nipples, his stomach, his happy trail.

Then, Gilbert's breath finally ghosted over the blonde's throbbing erection. Where he wanted and needed him most. Just as his grinning lips were about to wrap around the throbbing length between Matthew's thighs, the screaming of the alarm clock woke him up.

He shot up, sheets tangled around his legs, panting and covered in sweat. Kicking off the sheets, he slammed his hand on the top of the clock only to be greeted by pleasurable silence. Matthew groaned and fell back into bed, fighting the urge to furiously bash his head into a wall.

"Yo, Mattie! Hurry up and get dressed for church!" his brother yelled and he groaned in reply, "Come on! Or I'll toss cold water on you!"

"I'm up!" he growled automatically in a piss poor mood because of his dream and it took all his willpower not to yell "God damn it!" or "Jesus Christ!" through the door. But he did mutter a "fuck it all" under his breath as he walked awkwardly to the bathroom connected to his room.

After "handling" his "problem" and pushing down the guilt for "handling" a "problem" before church, he combed and blow dried his hair. He thought about using his straightener but decided against it when he figured he'd look too much like a girl. He pulled on black skinny jeans, Italian loafers, a purple button down and a black sports coat, slipping his glasses onto his face as he left his room.

"Alfred, hold still!" Katherine exclaimed in her quiet voice, trying to smooth out Alfred's clothes: a pair of khaki pants, black loafers, a tucked in blue pinstripe shirt and his signature bomber jacket. He had attempted at controlling his hair but the bed head was still very much there.

Matthew smirked at his mother who was dodging Alfred's swatting hands. The older blonde seemed to see him and sent him a kicked puppy look. "Come on bro!" he shouted trying to grab their mother's quick and tiny hands, "Help a dude out!"

"Well, dude," Katherine mocked, "if you would just let me make you look presentable we wouldn't be fighting like this."

"I REFUSE TO CONFORM TO YOUR MATRIARCAL SOCIETY!"

"Ah, so you do pay attention in class…" she mumbled patting down Alfred's hair, "and here I was, thinking I only had one smart child."

"MOM!" he whined like a five year old as Matthew giggled, "Mattie, stop encouraging her!"

Katherine tutted, stepping back and smoothing down her grey pencil skirt. "Calm down, sweetie," she huffed rolling her eyes, "you'll give yourself a hernia."

"…Huh?"

"Mom, that's a nice outfit," Matthew cut in, "Madame Bonnefoy give that to you?"

She blushed, smoothing down her skirt again, "Oui…she did." The outfit given to her was a skirt, a periwinkle sweater, a black belt at the waist, a white lace tank top visible from the V-neck, flesh colored stockings and black kitten heels. Her blonde, curly hair was in a French braid down her back, her nails painted to match her sweater and a little bit of make up on her face.

A honk of a car horn alerted them to the impatient man outside.

"Ah, well, should we get going?" Katherine said smiling softly at her youngest son before grabbing her black overcoat and plain black purse.

They both nodded, following their mother out to the door.

~oOo~

When they got to their church, a modern building made out of a mix of red brick and pale blue siding, Katherine immediately turned right so she could get ready to teach Sunday school classes. Alfred and Matthew had no choice but to follow their father, turning left, not right.

In the entry way of the glass doored structure were pamphlets and pocket sized Bibles. It had brown carpet and wood paneled walls, a round grey marble table that held an alabaster vase full of lilies and, on the wall across from the door and between two windows, was a cross about the same height as Alfred.

They turned down the left hallway, not right. Their dad opened a set of heavy, mahogany door and kicked down the door stoppers. The actual room where the congregation met was big with balconies on the back wall and the left and right sides of the room. There was a platform with a piano, guitar, two microphones, a choir box, spears and two podiums. There were also five aisles, two by the walls and three in between, and rows of mahogany pews with plush green padding that matched the carpet. There were paintings on the wall depicting the Passion of Christ, alcoves for statues of saints and angels, prayer candles and a crucifix with a splayed out, slightly bloodied Jesus hanging above the platform.

Matthew took a deep breath, watching his father go over what would be happening in the service, planning the service out. John Newman, the principle of Matthew and Alfred's school, stood at the podium, immediately jumping into tying up the loose ends of the service. Alfred immediately ran up to Mr. Newman's son while Matthew was approached by his daughter.

Her name was Madeline and she was pretty with waist length blonde hair, a petite frame and big blue-violet eyes. She wore a white sundress, a brown cardigan, brown wedges and a golden heart shaped locket around her neck. "Hi, Mattie," she said giving him a hug around the neck, squeezing tightly, "Nice to see you again."

"Y-Yeah," he said blushing a bit, "You wanna sit down?"

"Oui, sure," Madeline giggled pulling away and playfully flicking his forehead before following him to the second row of pews.

They sat close together, everything silent for an awkward moment. Both of them weren't really big talkers. It ended up being Matthew who broke the silence, coughing nervously. "So~…how's Bella?" he asked his voice low so no one would over hear them.

She blushed bright red, looking away and stuttering, "I-I –we –um, uh, damn it! Sh-She's fine…" Bella was a girl she met in Belgium a couple months back, during Summer Vacation. They had instantly hit it off and had been having a long distance-y relationship ever since. "She-She may visit during her Christmas break…"

"Oh, that'll be awesome!" Matthew chirped realizing all too soon he had used Gilbert's favorite word. He felt like face palming or shaking his head but refrained, that would seem random. Maybe he's rubbing off on me…he thought. At the mention of "rubbing" his mind immediately went to the bonfire party which then led to his mind going to the fucking amazing dream. He blushed bright red, looking at the Jesus guiltily.

"Mattie, what's wrong?" she asked using her thumb and index finger to yank the boy's bottom lip from between his teeth, "Come on, I know something's wrong. Tell me!"

He was quiet so long, Madeline thought he wouldn't answer. He stared straight ahead, unmoving, as the church began to fill with people. Madeline opened her mouth, about to drop the subject, but then he spoke. "I…I did something…" Matthew whispered bowing his head, "I…was at a party and…this guy and I we…were dancing and I was on XTC and he was drunk…I…I think I like him. Like, really, really like him."

"Matthew, that's great!" she exclaimed softly, grabbing one of his hands. She noticed unshed tears in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Ma-Mattie?" Madeline gaped squeezing his hand with both of hers, "What's wrong? This is great-!"

"No it's not!" he hissed his voice quiet and watery, "I-I'm disgusting, it's unnatural. I…I can't…we can't be anything, it's going against God!"

"Mattie, please-."

"N-No, I have-have to restrain myself. I…I don't want to disappoint my father a-anymore…"

Madeline glared at him before her eyes smothered him in empathy. "Oh, Mattie…" she sighed eyes going to where Jesus hung on the cross. Guilt surged up in her throat but she pushed it down, reminding herself of what her girlfriend told her as she gripped the heart shaped locket. "When will you learn," she whispered digging her nails into the back of his hand, repeating the words a certain girl had told her, "that love is not a sin?"

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes before someone saw. "I know love isn't," he said smiling at the girl bitterly, "but…lust is."


Matthew felt the last of the beer slide down his throat and threw the bottle at the garbage can. He missed and it shattered against the wall. "Oops," he giggled brain fuzzy and bubbles popping in the back of his throat.

"Nice, amigo," Carlos said frowning at the shattered glass, "I just cleaned!"

"D-Désole," he hiccupped swatting at the smoke that hung in the air, the pot smelled awful but they were too high to care, "My aim suuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!"

"No fuck," Tim snorted opening another beer and passing it to Matthew who took it eagerly, "So~ how'd you like the party Friday?"

His mood instantly soured and he took a gulp of the mind numbing beverage. "Fine," Matthew slurred licking up the beer that had made its way out of the corner of his mouth.

"It looked like you enjoyed it more than fine," he laughed breaking off a piece of a "special" brownie, "Looked like you enjoyed it with" –he fan girl sighed sarcastically –"Gilbert~." Tim broke out into a fit of cackles, sputtering and coughing when he was finished.

"Oui," he brushed off nervously, chugging his beer, "yeah. Right."

"How could you do this to us Matt?"

It was Matthew's turn to cough, choking on his beer at the sudden seriousness in the older male's voice. "Hu..Huh?"

"How could you do this to us?" he asked voice tight and eyes dead serious, "After all we been through, all we've done for you, Matt! We've been your friends, Matt, we've helped you! All without asking for anything in return…is this, really, how you repay or kindness? Hm?"

To a sober mind, this would make no sense. But Matthew wasn't sober. His mind was fuzzy from the pot, beer and whatever drug Tim had placed in his first bottle of beer. So to him, a person drowning in paralyzing loneliness and shitty self-esteem, it made perfect sense. And the guilt was a devastating tornado, cracking Matthew's already fragile heart.

"I-I'm sorry," Matthew said eyes wide as he rung his fingers in his lap, "I-I didn't kn-know…"

Tim simply hummed, a skeptical look on his face.

"Y…You believe me right?" he gasped tears filling his eyes. Tim didn't respond so he turned to Carlos, who was picking at a thread on the couch. "R-Right?"

The Cuban glanced up into Matthew's teary eyes briefly before looking at the ground and turning his face away, not responding.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, quickly replacing the ones Matthew wiped away. "P-Please, believe me-e," he whimpered looking up at Tim with big eyes, "What do I ha-ave to d-do to make you be-believe me?"

An evil smirk stretched across the spiky haired teen's lips as he motioned with his index finger. "Come 'ere~" Tim ordered licking his lips hungrily.

Knowing what Tim wanted –and being bathed in senseless guilt, shame and a little bit of confusion –he climbed into the other's lap. His knees rested on either side of Tim's hips and he settled his ass on top his knees. "Ti…Tim?" Matthew squeaked shifting his weight as he sat on the other male/

"Hm, that's a good boy~" he purred knowing just what he needed to say to convince Matthew to do what he wanted. And, just like that, Matt's face blushed scarlet and a soft smile graced his lips. "Unbutton my shirt, darlin'?"

Quickly he nodded, fingers unlatching the white buttons expertly from the navy blue oxford. Soon a leanly muscled chest was revealed and Matthew quickly pushed aside the flaps.

"Go ahead and have a taste, babe~."

Matthew leaned forward to obediently lick and suck at the older boy's chest.

He tossed his head back, moaning because Matthew was sinfully good at what he was doing. It was like he was built to be a sex toy. The smaller boy lathered his soft spots with his tongue, Tim's pulse point, the column of his throat, his collar bone, his sternum. His eyelids lowered, hand clutching the back of Matthew's head, and his gaze trailed to Carlos.

The Cuban was blushing, trying to fight the hardness starting in his pants and sitting in a corner of the couch, keeping his eyes down cast. Annoyance settled like rotting meat on Tim's tongue as his lips pulled into a scowl.

"Carlos," he breathed as the younger male sucked a hickey onto his collar bone, "Come here, kindje~."

Carlos blushed harder, brown eyes darkening. He hesitated for only a second before crawling across the couch. Glancing at Tim for reassurance and finding it there, he started kissing the Sophomore's jaw bone.

Matthew gasped before pushing the Dutch speaker's shirt from his shoulders, lapping at the newly exposed flesh. He tasted of beer and sweat and chocolate laced with pot, even on his skin. The combination of Carlos' soft kisses as he brushed his fingertips down his spine and Tim's hand fisting in his hair as the other squeezed his hip hard enough to leave bruises, both sensations amazing. It left his brain a fuzzy, confused mess.

"My pants. Off," Tim ordered, "Carlos. Get his shirt."

They complied. Carlos lifted the crimson t-shirt above the smaller boy's head, mouthing down the exposed skin of his back. After his shirt was discarded on the floor, Matthew unzipped the older blonde's jeans and pulled out the hardened dick through the boxer flaps. All three of them had to shift to be comfortable. In the end they made a human sandwich, with Tim lying on the couch, Matthew sitting on his thighs and Carlos behind him. The Sophomore bent down, so his ass was in the air and swallowed Tim to the base in one gulp. He used his elbows to hold down his hips as his tongue rolled lazily along the side. He could feel Tim's skin shudder as the Junior moaned and Carlos started to make marks on the creamy skin of Matthew's shoulder.

Matthew moaned when the Cuban started to massage his cock from behind, causing the receiver of the blow job to growl in pleasure.

"Both of you, bedroom!" Tim snapped feeling the urge to immediately shove his dick into something. Preferably Matthew.

Retracting his mouth with a wet pop, Matthew obeyed and ran toward the bedroom in the back. The bedroom consisted of browns and light blues, warm and probably designed by Tim. He turned and wrapped his arms around Carlos' neck, pulling him into a kiss. It was sloppy and chaotic but filled the hole in Matthew's chest perfectly, according to his hormones. Carlos moaned as their tongues and teeth clashed, quickly stripping the other boy of his baggy jeans. He began to unbutton the Cuban's orange Hawaiian shirt, Carlos rubbing circles into his bare hips and laying him on the bed.

As soon as all the buttons were done, the shirt was discarded and Matthew rolled the older boy onto his back. He licked his lips as he straddled his waist, nibbling at his bottom lip before diving back in for another make out session.

Tim, after finding the will power to get off the couch and move, walked to the bedroom in the back. There were two, one close to the kitchen and another all the way in the back, a bathroom between them. The one Matthew was in now was the one that he and Carlos shared on nightly bases, the spare was for when his half-sister visited from Belgium. When he walked through the open door way, the sight before him made him stop.

Carlos was still in his jeans, lying on his back. Matthew straddled him, naked and grinding their erections together.

He licked his lips, grabbing lube from on top the dresser and spreading it on his fingers. Tim kneeled on the bed behind the younger boy, roughly shoving two fingers into the bared hole.

Matthew yelped, the fingers burning as they scissored his insides. He collapsed on the Cuban's chest. His nose buried in the dusting of hair there, mouth searching for anything to latch onto as pleasure coursed through him. Carlos grabbed his chin, jerking his face up and connecting their mouths. Tongues battled and twisted, bodies rocking in pleasure.

The Cuban closed his eyes, feeling his wrist being grabbed –probably by Tim –and lube being spread on two of his fingers. Sensing what he was supposed to do, Carlos inserted one of his thicker fingers beside Tim's. Matthew gasped into his mouth, savoring the divine stretch of his muscles. The Cuban went slower, easing a second finger into him.

He moaned, feeling Tim sink his teeth into his shoulder, rocking his hips. Matthew detached his lips from Carlos' with a wet pop, throwing his head back and keening loudly. "Mon dieu! I-I, ooooholy fuck, I-I'm more than –oh! –ready!"

"Y-You sure, Matt?" Carlos stuttered brows furrowing. He didn't believe him, but he didn't stop Tim from picking Matthew up by the hips.

Tim shoved his boxers and jeans down past his thighs, having the Sophomore straddle him backwards. Small hands clutched Tim's knees as he grabbed the feminine hips before him and lowered the submissive blonde onto his member. Matthew let out a shaky breath before rolling his should and leaning back. He immediately began to suck down Matthew's neck and spine, jerking his hips up.

He cried out as his prostate was brushed up against. His arms quivered as he tried to furiously suck in more air. "Oh…oh…" Matthew gasped trying to convey that he was going to collapse and soon, "Car…Carlos-?"

"Shhh, I'm here," he breathed kneeling in front of Matthew, naked, "I got you."

His hands stopped clutching Tim's jeans, moving to claw at the Cuban's shoulders.

Carlos brushed the long hair away from Matthew's sweat damp face. He kissed the younger's forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose, all the way down to the crook of his neck. He sucked a mark into the spot as he slid his member next to Tim's.

The small blonde choked on a scream, falling against Carlos' shoulder as his spot was hit. Matthew felt like he was suffocating between two sweaty bodies, his head spinning and his eyes going in and out of focus. It was a fierce rhythm that stretched him to his breaking point.

Eventually, Carlos and Tim reached theirs, spilling into the young blonde's body and they ended up collapsing. Both passed out in a pile of tangled limbs.

Nausea stabbed Matthew in the throat but he pushed it down. Oh my God…what'd I just do? He thought rolling onto the side of the bed. He refused to let out the tears in his eyes, that'd just be too pitiful. What have I done? Fuck, I did not just do that! Why did I just do that?

His phone vibrating in his discarded jeans drew him out of his pity party. He grabbed his phone, and his underwear, before returning to the bed quietly. There were two missed text messages.

Gilbert: heyyyy Birdie

You wanna do something tonight ;)

Sent 9:46pm

Gilbert: ….Birdie?

ANSWER THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS ME!

Sent 12:34pm

Matthew yanked at his hair, staring at the offending phone. Damn it, Gilbert…Gilbert… He felt like crying even more but refused to let the tears fall, instead he looked behind him. Carlos lay with his head on Tim's chest, Tim's arms wrapped around the Cuban's back and shoulders, both sleeping peacefully. Why can't I have love like that? Why can't I have Gil? He thought, rubbing his blurry eyes, Oh right. My dad's an asshole. Why do I care what he thinks? I want Gil!

Still, with hands that had a mind of their own, he texted a quick reply.

Me: shut up

I never want to talk to you again…I don't even want to see you

Sent 12:44pm

A single tear slipped from his eye as he pulled on his jeans and walked out of the bedroom. The sight of Carlos and Tim, two cuddling lovers, was just too painful.

I want Gil…


So…yeah….two chapters in one day!

My internet will be back up Monday which means faster updates!

Sorry I haven't updated in quite a while…fucking shit computer….

Anyways I love you all and sorry if the smut sucked…I want the good stuff to be for Gilly….

Ti amo

~Kitty


Characters mentioned/appeared:

Gilbert (Prussia)

Katherine (OC) (Al&Mattie's mom)

Mr. Jones (OC) (Al&Mattie's dad)

John Newman (OC) (Madeline's -Fem!Canada- dad) (Al&Mattie's school principle)

Madeline (Fem!Canada)

Matthew (Canada)

Tim (Netherlands/Holland)

Carlos (Cuba)

Francine (Fem!France) (Francis' -aka France- mom)

Bella (Belgium) (Madeline's girlfriend)


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