An awesome thanks to Cygrus, De-van, JHO14, Sealand-desuyo and Sasha for reviewing :3

JHO14: Yeah, there's fluff :3 which sucks cause the chapter I'm currently writing has the theme of "Insanity", and this is so light and happy, it's a hard theme to do :/

Sealand-desuyo - I will figure that out now! ^.^

Sasha, you didn't give me any questions :( s I'm crying now /s It's a shame, because the questions really helped ;)

Sorry about the room descriptions in this chapter, I sorta got carried away :P I'll probably change it in the future

Francis strode through the large house, his hand still gripping Matthew's wrist. The basement was quickly located, and the Frenchman knocked loudly on the door.
"Uh! West! I said go away!"
Francis giggled slightly. "Ohonhonhon, mon ami! Your frère has gone looking for little Feli!"
"Mein Gott, Francis! Can't you understand the sound of a hangover when you hear one? And I don't want to meet one of your silly little friends!" the Prussian slammed open the door, and glared at Francis.
"I brought someone!"
Gilbert looked at the person stood half-behind the Frenchman, and his mouth made a perfect 'o'.

"Hallo, M-Matthew!"

"Bonjour, Gilbert!" Matthew felt a blush rise to his cheeks as his tongue slipped into French, as it always did when he was nervous.

"Do you want to come in?" The albino gestured into his room. Matthew smiled, and stepped through the doorway. Francis made to follow, but the Prussian raised his hand. "Nein. Not you."

Matthew looked around the basement room. There was a mattress for two on the floor, covered in blankets and a duvet. On the other side of the room, was a messy desk, and a large cage. Next to the desk, was a large wardrobe, and a couple of bookshelves. Overall, the room was very dull and depressing.

"Not what you were expecting, huh?" Gilbert stood behind Matthew, and placed his hand on the Canadian's shoulder.

"Uh..." Matthew squeaked, and the albino chuckled.

"Come through here." He said, leading the blonde to a door, which was half concealed by the birdcage. He opened the door, and pushed the two of them through.

Matthew gasped as he saw the inside of the room. It was black and white, and very modern. There was a disco ball above their heads, which reflected the light from multicoloured stage lights, which were in each corner of the room. In the centre of the room, was a king-sized bed, which had a duvet with the Prussian flag on it. It was on this that Gilbert was sat on now.

"Is this better?" He asked, winking. Matthew blushed, and sat down next to him. Gilbert placed one hand on the Canadian's cheek, and turned Matthew's head so he was looking straight into the Prussian's red eyes. Simultaneously, the two of them lent in, and their lips met in a soft kiss. Matthew never wanted to breathe again, if it meant he could stay like this forever.

Mon ami - My friend

Frère - Brother

Mein Gott - My God

Hallo - Hello

Bonjour - Hello/Good day

Nein - No