A/n: Fourteen chapters after the recount if I don't have it recount again. Thank you everyone who reviewed! Also, I thought I should to bump up the rating because of language, so I did. The poll for the next story is up now as well, so please vote on that! It will be up until this story ends.
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Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Carnations are white,

Just like you
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Matthew hummed to himself quietly as he prepared for the party. Naturally, he wanted to dress up, so he made his own costume for the occasion. He'd already had many ideas in mind, but one out ruled them all. For whatever reason, he wanted to be a mummy. He didn't know why, but it just seemed to fit him. The party was to begin in about an hour. The Canadian, of course, was excited. As time passed, his costume was nearly completed. Matthew smiled, and for some reason his mind was stuck on a certain albino. Why he was thinking of him, Matthew wasn't sure. All he knew was that he couldn't wait to see him.

When it came time for the party, preparations were completed. People slowly began to arrive, each clad in a costume that fit them so well it was scary in itself. People like Feliciano who was a little wolf, and Antonio, who was coincidentally dressed in a matador's costume. It was amusing to see everyone so hyped up about it. Feliciano was chatting merrily with Antonio while Romano was standing next to him, a light blush on his face followed by a rather colorful string of curses.

However amidst the cheer, Matthew couldn't help but feel…what was it? Loneliness? He wasn't sure. This feeling was familiar, but it was like he hadn't felt it in so long. Soon, though, all of those unsure feelings faded upon the arrival of him.

Alfred headed for the door as the doorbell rung out, but the younger blond had no premonition of who was at the door. If he had, then he would have answered it himself, because sadly, Alfred and Gilbert weren't the best of friends.

"What the fuck are you doing here Beilschmidt?" Alfred snarled, his cerulean eyes narrowing upon the sight of the German.

"Nothing much Kirkland, but if I'm not mistaken, I was invited," Gilbert countered coolly. His signature smirk didn't waver.

"I don't remember inviting you, so get out," he hissed. The American almost slammed the door when the other stuck his foot in to stop it.

"Ah, ah, ah. You didn't invite me. Mattie did," his grin grew wider as his scarlet eyes fell on Matthew beyond the door, who was promptly sitting on the couch.

"Ha! As if my brother would invite a druggie like you!"

Gilbert ignored him and continued to stare at the Canadian intently.

"He's right Al…I did invite him. Please let him in," Matthew asked gently. He brother turned to gawk at him.

"You invited Gilbert? Oh all the people? Why him?"

"Because I like him, he's my friend," the younger brother replied indignantly, his warm lavender eyes now serious.

Alfred scowled, his eyes now in checkmate with his brother's.

"Let him in, Alfred," Matthew commanded. For once, he wanted to stand his ground.

"But Mattie!"

"No 'buts' Alfred. Allow him entrance through our door."

Alfred growled, but moved aside to allow the other into the house.

"I swear if you do anything to this house…" the elder blond warned.

"Chill dude, just chill!" Gilbert laughed, walking inside the home and plopping himself down onto the couch next to Matthew.

"SO! Sup Birdie?"

The younger smiled, "Nothing much, glad you're here now."

"Because everything gets better when the Awesome Me is here!" he proclaimed loudly.

The Canadian boy laughed, causing Gilbert to grin wider.

"So anyway, you look totally sweet. Where'd you get the costume?" the silverette asked.

"Oh…I didn't…I made it…"

Now obviously that wasn't the answer he'd expected, because he just gawked.

"Seriously? That is totally AWESOME!"

Matthew felt a blush creep onto his face, "It's not that big a deal…"

"It's so awesome!" Gilbert declared.

The blond sighed, deciding it was best to just agree.

As more guests began to arrive, they moved the party out in the backyard, however the two remained on the couch, lost in conversation. They chatted of likes and dislikes, first kisses and crushes, foods and history, even some views of government and politics in general.

"Ha! I know right?" the albino laughed.

"Definitely! I mean seriously, who wants to kiss her?" the Canadian agreed fondly.

There was a small silence that followed, as if they both were taking in all the information just passed around.

"You know what Birdie? This is really awesome. It's been forever since I had a conversation like this you know?"

Matthew nodded. Truthfully, he'd always loved talking to Gilbert. There was something like a…connection; he just couldn't explain it.

"Hey Birdie? Can I tell you something?"

At this, said blond looked up.

"Of course…what is it?"

Gilbert gave him an entirely serious look before finishing.

"A couple months ago before I met you…I had this dream. In my dream, there was a man, who…looked a lot like you now that I go back and think about it. But anyway, he turned around and looked at me, and he looked so…somber. It was as if…he regretted something…" he paused, looking into the other's eyes.

"Any who…he asked me something…he asked me 'Please…help my son…' and I was all like, 'What?' but then he faded from my dream. Now I'm thinking, 'Wow…whatever it won't mean anything…' so I went about the day, however, I found myself thinking about it more and more… when I finally said to whoever was listening, 'I would if I could!'…"

Gilbert paused again, breaking the gaze to look to the floor.

"And?"

"Not three days later did I meet you…"

The Canadian didn't say anything, but his mind began to race and jump to conclusions.

"Even now, I still can't help but wonder…was that man your father?" the Prussian questioned.

"There's…just no way…"

"I think so. I think you are that man's son. You were alone, and I… I helped you…didn't I?"

Matthew let a small smile form, "More than you know…"

"And…I'm really glad I did." Gilbert spoke distantly.

"Eh? Why is that?" the other asked.

Then his eyes were matched with the albino's, and he smiled not his usual, cocky grin, but a genuine, lighthearted smile.

"Because I think I've fallen in love with you…"

And even before Matthew could reply, Gilbert leaned in and pressed his lips against his.

Ohhhh! The moment we've all been waiting for. Gilbert makes his attack. Sure. Can anyone guess the dream? I hope so. You are a smart group of people I assume. Poem ideas are still going, so if you have any guess feel free to PM me.

Finally, thanks for all the alerts, favorites and reviews!

-IchigoMelon