A Bet Worth More Than Money Part One

Chapter Nine: Gilbert Strikes Out

Non possiedo Hetalia

Antonio was driving home with a wide smile on him face. "I love it when he reacts like that…." he hummed, not taking his eyes off the road. His thoughts stayed to Lovino, but at one point, realized he should check up on the albino. After the long ride to the country side, the Spaniard got out of his vehicle and rested in the kitchen.

While he dialled Gilbert's number, his phone rung. With a chuckle at the ID, Gilbert Beilschmidt, he answered. "Hey, Gil! Whats up?"

"Oh, good! I really needed to talk to you…." he exclaimed, making Antonio raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? What about? Is it the Canadian?" he hummed, sitting down at the table.

"Ja! I just called him to ask him over for dinner! He said yes, so now I need a plan!" the albino explained.

"Hmm… Well, I doubt you want to put it bluntly. So thats not an option…"

"Agreed. It needed to be…" he looked for the right word, "… Awesome!"

"Heh, of course." Antonio chimed, drumming his fingernails on the table. "Uh, then why not try dropping subtle hints throughout the meal?"

"I could try… but what if he doesn't catch on?" Gilbert questioned.

"Then before he leaves, and you can use this if it works, too, take his hand, and kiss it!" he suggested, grinning at his plan.

"… Hm, seems good to me! I'll mix it up a bit, so it has 'awesome' written all over it!" he remarked, laughing his signature laugh.

"Okay, then I wish you the best of luck~! Bye!" the Spaniard responded, getting ready to hang up.

"Yep, danke, bye." With that, they both hung up.

After their quick chat, Gilbert immediately went to cleaning his house. He scampers back and forth from room to room. Some rooms were covered in dust, while others with dirty laundry. The albino vacuumed and swept multiple surfaces, leaving no track of dirt behind. This was his chance, and possibly last if he screwed up. Once he thought his house was spick and span, Gilbert went through dishes he could cook.

'Hm, so there Eintopf, but that a winter dish. Uh, Spätzle? Nah, thats bruders's thing…. Sauerbraten? Might scar the kid. Theres also Schnitzel! …. I can't make that, I don't know gourmet crap like that. Wurst is to predictable…' His thoughts were near never ending, at this point. 'Rote Grütze? Even I don't like that. … Aha! Speckpfannkuchen, German, but Canadian on so many levels!' With that last thought, he sprinted to the kitchen.

The albino started to look for the recipe book his brother kept, by looking through the top cabinets. After going through a few sets of cabinets, he found a set of cook books above the stove. With a smirk, he took them out of their hight place, and set them on the counter. Gilbert looked through them one by one, until he found this Speckpfannkuchen he thought about.

"Uh, six eggs…" he muttered to himself, taking the ingredient out from the fridge. "Thats a lot, I wonder if bruder copied this right." the albino mused, looking at the next item. "Four hundred grams of flour? Whatever ya' say…" He dove into the pantry, and retrieved the powder. Soon enough, he had all the ingredients, including the much needed bacon.

Thankfully, the Prussian fried the bacon first, chopping it into fine pieces. He drained it of the oil, and placed half of the bacon back in the pan. Gilbert took the bowl of liquid mix, and poured it into the frying pan. He let it sit, flipping it once, and moved it to a plate. The albino repeated this once more, having two dishes of Speckpfannkuchen.

As if alerted that he had finished making the meal, his doorbell rang. Gilbert jogged over to the front door, taking in a deep breath. He placed his hand on the handle, and opened the door to greet Matthew.

"Hey, ya' made it!" the albino exclaimed, pulling the Canadian in for a hug. The blonde whimpered at the gesture, but hugged him back.

"Y-yes, I didn't have any troubles make it here at all." he said softly with a hint of sarcasm. Gilbert rolled his eyes, chuckling.

"Pfft, my house sits in the awesomest place, you can't miss it!" he remarked, dragging Matthew inside the house. The blond just chuckled, trying to keep pace with his friend. "So, I made us Speckpfannkuchen. Do you know what that is?" He shook his head. "Basically, bacon pancake crepes. Couldn't resist!"

The albino got the Canadian to sit down at the table, and sat himself down after. They ate in silence for a while, when Gilbert tried at small talk. "Ya' know, I've always wondered how that cute curl of yours works…" he mumbled, eyeing the strand of hair. This made Matthew blush.

"U-uh, its kinda personal…" he replied, retreating into himself. "Please, leave it alone."

"Hm. Fine. … It just looks so cute on you!" the Prussian stated, pouting.

"I-I'm cute?" This made the blonde's blush turn up a notch. Gilbert nodded with a smirk, and ate some more of his meal. "Thanks?"

"No problem. How can anyone not like you?" he added, trying to subtly alert his friend to his feelings once more. The Canadian just chucked nervously, and returned to eating his dish.

"Ah, it's a great dish, by the way." Matthew commented, finishing the Speckpfannkuchen.

"Only expect the best from the awesomest!" Gilbert responded, also finishing eating. With that, the blonde excused himself, and left for the washroom. That gave the albino time to think of how to finish off the plan.

'I should just straight up tell him…' he thought, biting his lip. 'Yeah, I'll do that! Don't back away now, Gil…' He got up, placing the plates in the sink, and sat down on a chair. Not long after, Matthew sat down across from him.

"You have been calmer, today. Is everything alright?" the Canadian asked, face showing his concern.

"Oh, theres nothing. Just that, uh… Here." Gilbert explained. The albino got up, taking his friend by the wrist to make him stand, also. He walked them to the door, and sighed. "Just incase you need to run off." he added before Matthew could ask.

"Listen… Ich liebe dich. Really. All I've wanted for the pass few years was to be with you. And not as friends, more than that." he whimpered, making the blonde gasp. "I-… I don't need an answer yet, but… Think about being my boyfriend, will ya'?"

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Matthew looking down, blushing. "I-I need time to think about it…" he sputtered while putting on his shoes. "A-Au revoir…" With that, he left.

"Crap… I hope my awesomeness will pull through this…"