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is the story getting boring? oh well, let's crank it up a bit...


After a series of c-walking, jerking, doing the dougie and the cat daddy, for a couple of hours they ended up having to close the party, shoving completely hammered nations out of the club and into taxicabs, seeing as how they were the only ones that remained sober throughout the whole party. Even when Gillian was planning to get Matthew completely smashed, her plan failed when they ended up dancing even more. They weren't pros or anything, it just felt like it was how kids would act; goofing off and making fun of couples slow-dancing, making kissy faces whenever they got close to a particular couple (*cough*Eliza*cough*and*cough*Roderich). Little did they know that people their age would probably spend their time having drunk sex (1) instead of teasing couples whether it be male and female, male and male, or female and female. Gillian acts like a child and at the moment, was having way too much fun with Matthew's inner child to invade some random nation's vital regions. Matthew, probably wouldn't waste his time at the party, leaving early if it weren't for Gillian there.

It was probably morning when they finished cleaning up the club. Really, it wasn't very nice of Alfred to break one of the stereos, seeing as how it was provided by the private club. Gillian would have to pay for that.

Gillian yawned as she stretched her back. "Two packs of Monster Energy Drinks, and three Mars bars later, we finally finished."

Matthew struggled to stay awake. "I need some sleep."

"Okay there Cloud Strife, get up so that we can get the hell out of here and go back to your condo," Gillian pulled up Matthew who was curling up on a leather seat.

Matthew whined. "Why, oh why did we have to clean up by ourselves in the first place?"

"Hm, let me think, Kiku was drunk and was too busy making out with Heracles - Greece, Hungary was already passed out by the time the party ended, and Alfred was basically going at it with Ivan in the washroom stall if we hadn't walked in to check if everyone left. That leaves me to clean up and because birdie~ is very awesome, birdie~ offered a helping hand and helped out the awesome Prussia."

Matthew, too tired to roll his eyes, merely yawned and paid no attention to her, as he fished out his phone to call a taxi to take them to his condo. Yes, he liked the Cloud Strife outfit so very much, but he felt sore from dancing and cleaning up the whole damn place that he just wanted to go home, strip down to his boxers and go to sleep. He was still overworked even though it was his week off. Shame.

As soon as the taxi arrived, Gillian and Matthew got in, telling the driver the address.

"Hey Matt."

"Mhm?" he asked groggily.

"We haven't really had our deep talks yet, have we?"

He yawned again. "Yeah."

"Remember those times when we used to talk under the giant maple tree?" Gillian asked as she stared out the window, noticing the sun rise.

"Yep."

"Do you miss those times?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you miss me?" Gillian asked with a slight hope.

Matthew opened an eye to look at her. "What kind of question is that? Of course...I...missed you..." he said as his eyelid drooped over his opened eyes, falling asleep.

"You missed me the most?"

"Yeah...missed...you...the most...Gilly."

Gillian smiled happily at the nickname as she continued to look out the window when she almost jumped in surprise to notice that Matthew's head fell and leaned on her shoulder. When she managed to calm down her heart, she continued smiling, patting Matthew's head.


The world conference drew closer as the days passed by. Gillian was working at home (more like in Matthew's home) on her laptop, managing finances and such while Matthew went back to Ottawa, returning every weekend to hang out with Gillian.

Sometimes, Matthew would get so stressed that he'd call Gillian just hear her sing in the phone to calm him down. Of course, Gillian had no problem whatsoever singing for Matthew. He was the only person she felt comfortable singing to, other than her brother Ludwig. In fact, Gillian would often find herself humming more than often because of Matthew demanding that she should sing more.

Gillian was glad. The two best friends seemed to feel easier towards each other than towards anyone else. They can act however they want, whenever they want because they weren't afraid. They had something special.

Gillian looked up at her Macbook to see a Skype call from Matthew. She chuckled, answering it.

"Hello, this the Gillian helpline how may I help you?"

"I needed a break." Matthew sighed as he took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose; a habit the Gillian noticed Matthew had.

"Well, why call me? Why don't you call your brother? I'm sure the hero would be more than happy to help you out." she said, running her hands through her hair.

"Alfred's annoying."

"And I'm not? The last time I checked, not everyone can handle my awesome."

Matthew groaned. "Gillian, stop teasing me."

"Whatever do you mean by that?" Gillian blinked innocently.

"Can you just do it?"

"Do what?"

"Sing."

"Sing what?"

"Please sing whatever song you like, whether it be rock, operatic, pop or whatever genre. Just sing." the Canadian let out a frustrated sigh.

Gillian smiled fondly.

"There's only so many songs that I can sing
To pass the time

And I'm running out of things to do
To get you off my mind
Oooh...

All I have is this picture in a frame
That I hold close to see your face everyday

With you is where I'd rather be
But we're stuck where we are
And it's so hard, you're so far
This long distance is killing me

I wish that you were here with me
But we're stuck where we are
And it's so hard, you're so far
This long distance is killing me

It's so hard, it's so hard
Where we are, where we are
You're so far
This long distance is killing me
It's so hard, it's so hard
Where we are, where we are
You're so far
This long distance is killing me

Now the minutes feel like hours
And the hours feel like days
While I'm away

Ya know right now I can't be home
But I'm coming home soon
Coming home soon

All I have is this picture in a frame
That I hold close to see your face again
Oh!

With you is where I'd rather be
But we're stuck where we are
And it's so hard
You're so far
This long distance is killing me

I wish that you were here with me
But we're stuck where we are
It's so hard
You're so far

Can you hear me crying?
Can you hear me crying?
Can you hear me crying?

With you is where I'd rather be
But we're stuck where we are
And it's so hard
You're so far
This long distance is killing me

I wish that you were here with me
But we're stuck where we are
And it's so hard
You're so far
This long distance is killing me

It's so hard, It's so hard
Where we are, where we are
You're so far
This long distance is killing me
It's so hard it's so hard
Where we are, where we are
You're so far
This long distance is killing me

There's only so many songs that I can sing
To pass the time"

Matthew clapped in the end. "Another amazing performance by Gillian Beilschmidt!"

"Of course," Gillian laughed. "So, what are you doing?"

"Talking to you."

"Before that."

"Work."

"Yeah same. It's always the same, damn it." Gillian pounded her fist at the glass coffee table.

"Hey, don't break my furniture, 'kay?"

"Yes sir!" Gillian said cheerily.


By the end of the week, Gillian was already assuming that Matthew would go return. She finished her work for the week earlier than expected so all she could do was wait for Matthew. She sighed as she continued tapping her fingernails on the glass coffee table. It was already ten to twelve! Why wasn't he home yet? Gillian sat up from the floor, sitting on the couch, and turning on Matthew's TV to watch some more Supernatural. The Prussian moved on from season to season, now watching the season finale for season three. "Bitch!" She screamed at Lilith who possessed Ruby's vessel! "Don't believe her, Sammy! She'll kill Dean!" she continued to point and scream at the TV.

Right before the climax of the episode, she accidentally sat on the TV remote, shutting it off. "Gahhhh!" She glared at the TV remote, then at the blacked out TV screen for five seconds before turning it on, watching the episode all over again.

Gillian, once again absorbed on the episode, did not hear the door open and close. Mathew walked silently towards his white leather couch, crouching behind it before he stood up, and poked Gillian at the sides, surprising her. She screamed, surprised as Matthew smirked at his new discovery.

"Matt, don't do that, please?" Gillian groaned.

The Canadian simply chuckled as he tugged his tie lose, un-tucking his crisp polo shirt and taking off his jacket. He sat on the couch, a few inches with Gillian, watching whatever it was on the television.

Gillian couldn't focus on the show with Matthew sitting beside her on the couch. She was fidgeting, twiddling her thumbs, biting her nails, twirling her hair - she felt uneasy. She tried to steady her heartbeat as she made another pitiful attempt to focus on the show. She mentally groaned as she failed to do it. What was wrong with her? Why was she behaving this way? She mentally slapped herself, telling her mind to snap out of it.

When she finally managed to focus on the show, it was where she left off when she accidentally shut off the TV. "Lilith, you bitch!" she screamed as she threw Matthew's jacket that was placed conveniently at the armrest beside her at the TV.

Matthew stared at her. "Why? Why would you do that to your friend's flat screen?"

"Shut up! I swear! Sammy! You better kill the bitch now! She can't harm you! Wait, but then again, killing Lilith would just start apocalypse day - wait, no, Lilith is the last of the gates! Okay...you know what? Just get revenge Sammy, she's obviously scared of you."

The Canadian chuckled at the Prussian's little rant. "Gillian, seriously, calm down."

"I can't calm freaking down when the demonic wench just sent my Dean to hell!" she said, grabbing Matthew by the shoulders and shaking him frantically.

"That's it, I'm blocking the on demand on my cable."

"NO! Mattie~ please!"

Matthew sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, taking off his glasses. It was now his turn to grab Gillian by the shoulders. "Gillian, calm down. I'll make us some pancakes and we'll just...talk and...do whatever. No, Supernatural."

Gillian's lips turned into a full pout. "No Dean Winchester?"

Matthew shook his head as he shut off the TV, pulling Gillian up towards the kitchen, where he ordered her to get out the ingredients. Gillian turned back to Matthew, about to ask if she got everything when she found herself tongue-tied at the view of Matthew in a wife beater that just hugged him in all the right places. Gillian bit her lip, looking down, getting all flustered.

What happened next was what Gillian never expected. Matthew took a step towards her, one hand snaking around her hips, the other, tilting her chin up and closing whatever tiny gap there was in between their lips. Gillian blushed a deep shade of red, taking a while to respond to the kiss. Her heart was beating as if she just finished a marathon race as she hesitatingly reached up, twirling her fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. They fell back, Gillian landing softly on the floor. Matthew's tongue traced along her lower lip, as she opened her mouth, giving access. Their two muscles met, fighting for dominance with Gillian loosing quickly. Their tongues danced perfectly, hot and wet. They pulled back for a short second, breathing heavily with their cheeks flushed.

Right when their lips were just about mash towards each other, Gillian felt something thump her forehead. She opened her eyes, finding herself on the couch with Matthew looking down at her. Confused, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Matt?"

"Why are you drooling on my leather couch?" Matthew chuckled as he walked towards the kitchen, making coffee. Only then did Gillian realize that she was dreaming. "Sleep at the guestroom."

The ex-nation shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. She does drool when she sleeps. "I need to loose this habit fast."

She stumbled towards the guestroom, burying her face on the feather pillow. She remembered every part of that dream. Damn it. She thought it was real...and she wished it was real. She rolled to her back so that she was facing up towards the ceiling. After staring at it for five minutes, she sighed. "So I like Matthew, huh?"


(1) - EEEK! Don't kill me for stereotyping! This is what I know from my older cousin's friends! Yeah! They usually do that in house parties (though I'm not sure about how they get the booze)! Please don't kill me for the stereotype! I. AM. INNOCENT. I'm in ninth grade! I'm just (naively) assuming that this stuff happens! I know nothing!


oh my, what the hell am i writing? *sigh* i should be shot for this...i'm sorry i can't write a decent make out scene...