After Gilbert found out about Matilda being a guy the two had spent the rest of the day talking. Matilda had explained how Matthew had come to be and why. Gilbert had completely understood. After all a girl couldn't have fought in war like that and since it seemed Matilda hadn't even told his boss that he was a guy the only way he could have participated was to enlist as Matthew. Gilbert had been nearly in tears from laughing so hard at the explanation for why Matthew was a common soldier instead of an officer like most nations insist on being during war. Gilbert admitted though that it was a good idea since he was able to be closer to his people because of it. It also helped Gilbert to understand just how it was that Matthew had been able to rally the others in the camp to rise up like they did. Being a nation gave one a natural charisma. After they had talked Gilbert had once again promised to keep the secret before parting with one last kiss.
The next several months went by with Matilda letting Gilbert get to know him, without hiding behind the guise of being a girl. Matilda still wasn't completely comfortable with letting Gilbert touch him all over as he sometimes wanted to do and Gilbert respected that. He kept his hands over his clothes rather than under and let Matilda set the pace for things when they were alone. The biggest thing had been when Matilda let Gilbert share his bed rather than make him sleep in the guest room. Gilbert had been more than happy to simply snuggle up against the Canadian, though due to a size difference, one that Gilbert had been blissfully unaware of until they were laying next to each other in bed, Gilbert was the one being snuggled. When meetings inevitably rolled around Matilda invited Gilbert to stay in his hotel room rather than stay with his brother. Gilbert readily agreed.
It was at one of these meetings that the two were enjoying watching a hockey match. Despite being away for meetings the Canadian still refused to miss even a single match and always made sure the hotel he stayed in would carry the game if one was going on during his stay. The match had been heated and very close. When the final buzzer rang the two had jumped and cheered. When a celebratory kiss became more heated the two fell onto the bed, limbs getting tangled together. Matilda was the first to let his hands venture into new territory by exploring up and under the albino's shirt. Gilbert followed suit, his hands reaching up and exploring the soft yet hard lines of his partner's torso. Eventually Gilbert felt Matilda grinding his erection into his own and let out a small his at the pleasurable pressure.
"Nnn, Mattie."
"Shut up and kiss me Gil." Matilda pressed into Gilbert with even more passion, his tongue forcing its way past pale lips to ravage the albino's mouth. Shirts were soon removed and tossed aside, soon followed by a stuffed bra that Matilda wore to add to the illusion of being female. Things began to heat up even more as Matilda found himself flipping Gilbert so he was under him. He crashed their lips together surprising the albino with how forceful he was being. Matilda was dominating and there was little Gilbert could do but go along for he ride. Hands made their way into pants, or in Matilda's case skirts, and soon they were pleasuring one another. Panting and sweaty Matilda pulled Gilbert's pants off and tossed them to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He then disrobed Gilbert of his boxers as Gilbert removed his skirt and panties. Naked before one another for the first time Matilda took the time to admire all of what Gilbert had to offer, his eyes hazing over with lust as he drank it all in. Gilbert wasn't much better. True he had seen the Canadian in only a towel, but that was only once and for a short period of time in which he had been distracted by other thoughts. Now able to see the Canadian in all his glory he was surprised at just how masculine the other truly was. Yes his features were soft and his hands were a little on the dainty side. His waist was narrow but his shoulders were neither broad nor narrow and his chest and abs were well defined. He had toned legs from all the skating and hiking he did. Not to mention his package was well above average. Gilbert liked what he saw, but swallowed when he realized that Matilda was already taking control and mapping his body with his hands and tongue. Where the hell had Matilda learned all this, wasn't he a virgin? All thoughts of an innocent little, yeah little his ass, blonde flew out the window when Matilda reached his cock and flicked his tongue out at the tip before experimentally taking the head into his mouth. Gilbert let out a garbled and choked moan before Matilda took more of him into his mouth. Gilbert began to scramble for purchase, eventually his hands finding the top of Matilda's head encouraging the blonde to continue. Reaching down Matilda used his free hand to cup Gilbert's balls and massage them as he continued to go down on the albino. Gilbert twitched slightly before moaning long and low and cumming into the Canadian's mouth. Matilda swallows down what she can, licking his lips and Gilbert's shaft to get anything that had dribbled out.
Gilbert let himself collapse back onto the bed with a soft whine before Matilda was hovering over him raining soft kisses across his face.
"In my bag." Gilbert managed to wheeze out, "The small bottle of lube. I'll walk you through how to..." Matilda pecks him on the lips before getting up to get the lube. He comes back half laying next to Gilbert on the bed. Gilbert had managed to catch his breath a bit in the interim. "Squeeze a bit onto your fingers and rub it around to warm it up." As Matilda did as instructed Gilbert was resigning himself to what was coming. Despite being awesome and the invader of vital regions even he had to admit Matilda didn't seem the submissive type and instead of fighting this he figured he'd just go with it. He grabs a pillow and lifts his hips enough to get it under his rear. "All lubed up?"
Matilda nods and Gilbert pulls him in for a quick kiss.
"Ok, then be gentle. You start by sliding one finger in. Work it in and out for a bit before sliding the other in."
Matilda seemed to hesitate, not sure who to prepare.
"Birdie." Gilbert kisses him again. "I'll bottom, so just be gentle alright."
Matilda nods again. "Alright, but next time..."
"Ja Birdie, I understand."
Matilda moves around a bit and slowly presses one of his slicked fingers at Gilbert's puckered hole. Slowly it enters and he does exactly as Gilbert had instructed. When it seemed that Gilbert was comfortable with the one finger Matilda gently pushed in the second, working them the same as the one.
"Nn now spread your fingers a bit. You're going to need to spread me and stretch me. I'm going to be really tight since I haven't bottomed before ok."
Matilda had begun to follow Gilbert's advice when the end of what he said got to him and he stilled.
"Gilbert?"
At the worry in his partner's voice Gilbert manages to lift his head slightly and give a reassuring smile. "Its ok Birdie. I love you and I I want this. So don't worry about it."
Nodding Matilda resumes his preparation of the albino's hole. At Gilbert's prompting he adds a third and fourth finger, spreading and stretching out the tight muscles. By this time Gilbert was once again hard and panting as he instructed Matilda to squeeze out more lube and rub it on his own cock. With that done Matilda moved so his cock was poised at Gilbert's entrance. He leaned down for a kiss before Gilbert urged him to get on with it. Both smiled at how Gilbert it was for him to say that. Slowly Matilda pushed forward, nearly stopping at the wince that flitted across Gilbert's face, but he wouldn't have any of it and told him to continue. When Matilda was pushed all the way in the two lay there against one another until Gilbert bucked his hips and hissed out a harsh 'move'. Matilda then pulled out before pushing back in. The pace was torture for both and just as Gilbert was about to demand that Matilda go faster the other had brushed his prostate rendering him mute as stars seemed to explode behind his eyes. Gilbert's sudden open mouth silent scream had Matilda stilling, thinking he had done something wrong.
"Do don't stop." Was gasped out. "Move, faster and try to hit that again."
Nodding Matilda resumed thrusting, picking up the pace and trying to go at the same angle as before. He must have been doing a good job of it as Gilbert was becoming more and more vocal. Crying out in pleasure at the sensation of having his prostate struck repeatedly. The sight was so erotic that Matilda couldn't help but lean down and harshly kiss the other. The two continued as Matilda picked up the pace. They were both reaching their peaks and parted from their kiss as one last strike to his prostate had Gilbert crying out as his orgasm tore through him. The tightening of his ass as he came was all it took for Matilda to follow, moaning and cumming into the tight, dark hole. The couple collapsed onto the bed and Gilbert had to nudge Matilda to remind him to pull out. Panting the two spent the next few minutes recovering before snuggling into each other.
The next morning found Gilbert stiffly waking up to Matilda getting dressed and straightening up the room. He seemed to have an extra spring to his step and Gilbert couldn't help but smirk at how the blonde moved around the room. Then realizing the cal of nature he moves to get out of bed and lets out a long hiss at the pain erupting from his rear. The hiss drew the attention of the other person in the room and Matilda was quickly at his side.
"Gil, is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine Birdie. Just a little sore from last night." At the worried look growing on his face Gilbert quickly interjected, "Don't worry I'll be fine. a warm shower and some walking around should make it go away." Gilbert gave Matilda a reassuring smile. "So don't worry about it and get going, you have a meeting this morning right?"
Matilda nods and heads out as Gilbert gingerly makes his way to the shower. Today was going to be interesting.
After his shower Gilbert got dressed and decided he'd head down for breakfast in the hotel's restaurant. As he was approaching it though he almost turned around to look for something else. There standing by the entrance to the restaurant was Francis and he did not look overly happy.
"Bonjour, mon ami. I hope you slept well."
Gilbert was hoping it was just the lighting causing Francis' expression to grow darker and not the fact his friend was pissed at him for something. Though he wasn't too hopeful on that.
"Morning Franny. They serving anything good this morning?"
He made to go past his friend and enter the restaurant while at the same time disguising his limp, he was still sore damnit. Francis wouldn't have it though and stuck an arm out to stop him.
"Gilbert. Your brother tells me you are not staying with him during the conference. He also mentioned you staying with someone named Matilda." Oh this time Gilbert definitely saw Francis' look darken at the mention of his former colony's name. Gilbert gulped.
"Yeah..."
"Gilbert, mon ami. I do hope you are being a perfect gentleman to mon petit. She is a delicate little thing and I do not want a brute like you soiling her." Gilbert scowled a bit at the possessive manner that Francis was using to talk about Matilda. It wasn't like Francis had any say on what he did, he was a grown man. Then again Francis and everyone still thought Matilda was a girl, Gilbert was the only one who knew differently. Ok, the bear knew too, but he didn't count. Still it didn't matter, maybe if this had been America, or hell England, he wouldn't have been so defensive about his relationship with the Canadian. But this was Francis. The man that had set the conditions in place for Matilda to be scared to reveal her true self to the world. The man that had plotted to take not only Matilda but his brother when he had been helping America with his revolution. The hell if he was going to let Francis think he ever stood a chance at taking what had been given last night.
"Or what Franny. You'll do something drastic. I know you've only been bidding your time to take her. Ever since you help America fight his revolution you've been planning to seduce both. But things didn't pan out then. She stayed with England instead of going with her brother and you never got a chance to get close enough to either of them after that." Gilbert then let a smirk grace his features as he put the nail in the coffin. "Besides there's no way you could be her first now."
Francis' expression was boiling with anger as he processed what he had just been told. It was too bad for Gilbert though that he hadn't realized that Matilda's meeting had ended and those in it were coming out to the restaurant in time to hear what Gilbert had said. This lead to a very angry American reaching out and grabbing Gilbert by the collar and spinning him around to face both himself and a pissed of Englishman.
Gilbert's smirk suddenly melted off his face as the two English speaking nations glowered at him. The sudden movement also had Gilbert fighting back a wince from his still sore rear. America at least didn't notice anything.
"What is this I hear about you and my sister?"
Matilda was back a bit further in the group and was trying to work his way to the front, knowing that America and England would be anything but lenient with his boyfriend. She can see Gilbert gulp and also that he seems to be in slight pain.
America then slams Gilbert into a wall earning a yelp of pain from the albino. "I told you not to do anything with her. You said the two of you were just friends!"
"I if I recall I said I wouldn't hurt her."
Another slam and Ludwig is there trying to get America to release Gilbert.
"America, calm down. I'm sure mein bruder didn't..."
"Shut up West. Its not a misunderstanding." Just as Matilda makes his way tot he front of the crowd she sees Gilbert continue. "Matilda and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months now. Things got a bit heated last night and you can guess where it went after that. It wasn't anything she didn't want so quit spazzing and put me down."
Gilbert sees the fist coming at his face and sees his life flash before his eyes. He closes his eyes and braces for impact but it never comes. He heard the sound of flesh meeting flesh but there was no pain. Cautiously he opens his eyes and sees that Matilda had managed to catch his brother's fist in his palm and was holding it in place inches from Gilbert's nose. Gilbert could see America straining with trying to remove his fist from the other's hand and it shocked him. He knew America was strong, he had trained the kid to control that strength in the revolution but for Matilda to stop that fist with such ease. They had all been seriously underestimating the Canadian.
"Al, that's enough. Please put Gil down." America must have been shocked by the act as well and relaxed his grip on the albino as well as loosening his fist. Without the support of the American holding him up Gilbert was dropped and began to fall tot he ground but was caught by Matilda. She gave him a small reassuring smile before turning to the others around them. Most of them seemed to understand that this was private and dispersed, only Francis, America and England staying behind.
England may have been none to pleased with hearing that Matilda had gotten together with Gilbert but he had also seen something very curious about the way that Gilbert held himself. Whatever it was cemented in his mind when Gilbert had nearly collapsed after being released. He'd been slammed rather hard by the American but he still should have been able to remain on his feet. But he hadn't. Something wasn't adding up.
"Mattie, I can't believe you're defending this guy. He violated you. Seriously, let me pound him into a pulp."
"Honestly Al, with as easily as I stopped you just now do you think that Gilbert would have been able to do anything I didn't want to do? Gil and I have been seeing each other for months now. I haven't even tried hiding it from anyone."
"B but what if he's just using you? I have to protect my little sister."
For some reason that caused something to snap inside of him and Matilda whirled about to face his brother. Anger radiating off of him.
"What, like when you came and tried to protect me from Arthur in 1812? I don't need protecting Alfred, I can take care of myself. And for the record I'm not younger than you. I spent a lot of time wondering about on my own before you were born. Before the rest of Europe even thought to cross the Atlantic. I can handle myself Al, I don't need you protecting me."
"But, you're still a girl. What if he hurts you?"
And for the first time since Matilda put on this charade of being a girl he realized fully why it was girls got special treatment. Why it was that every female nation he met seemed to be under the control of a male nation. He hadn't ever thought of it before but the male nations all just assumed being a girl meant you were weak and incapable of defending yourself.
"But I'm not."
"Huh?" The other three blondes stared in confusion as Matilda straightened up and looked them all in the eyes.
"I'm not a girl."
"Of course you are Matilda, you're a very pretty girl too."
"Come on Mattie, what's gotten into you today. You can't just say you're not a girl, you got all the parts for it."
England was the only one silent after the admission. He had glanced between Gilbert and Matilda, studying them.
"Matilda."
All eyes turned to England as he drew attention to himself.
"When we first met. Francis had you dressed in frills and ruffles. You also asked me to pick a new name for you at that time. What name did Francis call you before that?"
Matilda cringed at the question but answered honestly. "Matthieu. He called me Matthieu."
"And the frills and ruffles?"
"He thought they made me look cute. I always hated them because I thought they made me look like a girl and they were hard to move in."
"So why didn't you correct me when I mistook you for a girl?"
"I..."
"He was scared." All attention shifted to Gilbert who had finally made it to his feet with a wince. "He was scared you'd leave him alone like Francis did. Francis hardly paid him any attention when he was little and under his control. Which is why it was easy for Matilda to convince Francis that he was really a girl when they met again. Right Matilda?"
Matilda nods and England seems to take this into consideration.
"I suppose I've been a ruddy fool to have fallen for such a subterfuge, but Ma, er, we can't very well continue calling you Matilda now can we?"
Matilda blinks in confusion, "Why not I like that name?"
"Well its just not very proper for a boy."
"So."
"Hey, I'm still lost. So Mattie is a boy and still dating Prussia. Then what about last night?" The American's face was all scrunched up in confusion as he tries to figure it out.
"Oi, dummkopf. In case you hadn't notice I'm the one walking with a limp, not Mattie."
You could have heard a pin drop and Gilbert's face was burning at the admission. After all his pride was on the line here. He had bottomed to a cross dresser.
"Well I suppose that settles that then doesn't it? Well then, er, Canada we should find you a proper name now that all of this is being cleared up."
Matilda still didn't understand why she couldn't continue going by the name she's used for centuries but supposed it was for the best in avoiding confusion with others.
"Don't worry about it. I've used the name Matthew before when I needed to be a boy. I can just use that one. Its pretty close to Matilda at least."
Both America and England seem to scrunch up their faces at hearing that name, like it was familiar but they couldn't quite place it. Matthew just smirked at their expressions.
"You both remember Matthew don't you?"
"I, it does seem like I've heard the name before. But I can't place where."
"Yeah same here."
Gilbert chuckled a bit as the two tried to figure it out.
"We ran into each other during World War II while I was Matthew. I had been captured by a Prussian officer after getting separated from my platoon. He took me to a prison camp where he was the commanding officer. I was there maybe a month before I was able to escape with the rest of the Allied prisoners held there. When we made it back behind Allied lines we all received medals and awards for our escape. everyone else that escaped with me pointed out that I had been the one to lead them out. You two were the ones that presented the awards."
Both blondes stared in shock as the story unfolded. They remembered that event. The Canadian soldier that had lead to the freeing of an entire encampment of POWs had been given several different medals of honor from each nation that had had prisoners there. England and America had been the two to present the soldier with those medals. They hadn't made the connection at the time, but now they couldn't but to do so.
"Bloody hell. How did we not notice?"
"The fuck Mattie, that was you?"
"Don't worry about it too much Arthur, Gilbert spent quite a bit of time with me when I was Matthew and more recently as Matilda and he didn't make the connection either. Not until he saw me in only a towel that is."
And more arguing erupted after that as America made it very clear he didn't like the idea of Gilbert seeing his brother in nothing but a towel.
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Ok ending is lame but I hope you all enjoyed this little bit of insanity that I have written out for you. Please review, they let me know you care.
