Matthew still wasn't sure what to do. He just sat there, leaning back on his leather computer chair, staring at the wall, using the small soccer ball at his desk to throw it onto the wall, or just leaning on his mahogany office desk with his head on top of his interlaced hands. That was pretty much what he did with his entire work week in Ottawa. Now that it was Friday, the last Friday before the world conference, Gillian was staying over at his mansion - erm, house, since Ottawa was closer to Québec. Tonight, they'll be leaving to organize everything in Québec. He was just finalizing some paperwork and he'll be set. But the thing is...he couldn't focus. Let's start with a flashback, shall we?

Matthew arrived home, only to find his hyperactive freak of a friend drooling all over his white leather couch. His white leather couch, dammit! He rolled his eyes as he walked towards her, locking the door behind him. With the strong, swift move of his middle finger, he thumped Gillian's forehead so hard, it woke her up from whatever dream she was having. She looked up, confused. "Matt?" she asked as she sat up.

"Why are you drooling on my leather couch?" he asked as he rolled his eyes, looking away to hide the fond smile that he had on his face. He looked back at her, noticing how she was only half awake. He sighed, walking towards the kitchen to make some coffee. "Sleep in the guestroom."

Matthew worked his bar code brewer and paid attention to the Prussian. "I need to loose this habit fast," she muttered as she stumbled towards the guest room, looking all disappointed.

Matthew went back to his coffee, drinking it when it stopped brewing. She seemed sort of upset about something. Matthew shook his head, making up his mind and deciding to ask Gillian if she wanted anything. As he walked towards the guestroom, he noticed that the door wasn't shut. He could hear Gillian mutter a few words. With his curiosity peaked, he peeked through the tiny gap at the door, getting a view of Gillian staring blankly at the ceiling and sighing. "So I like Matthew, huh?" he heard her say.

Matthew was flattered. It wasn't a confession, but a part of him felt all giddy. Though he still stubbornly thought that girls were troublesome, he was oblivious to the part of him that harbored something for the Prussian girl. The feeling wasn't quite strong enough yet to be labeled, but there was something.

So now here he is, confusing himself like a school girl, worrying over someone that liked him that way. No, it wasn't just someone it was his best friend! Of course it mattered! What is her feelings changed her, turning their friendship into something awkward and dysfunctional? He doesn't want to be alone again! Arrrgh! Stop it! The fact that you're worrying over something so trivial means you care! Matthew thought. He remembered Francis' teachings.

"Mon cher, if you're ever trying to woo someone, you will know that it's effective is she or he starts pondering over it, remembering you. It means they care."

"Great," Matthew muttered to himself. "I need to spend less time with Francis," he said, blaming his father figure for the thoughts in his mind. He slapped himself literally, telling himself to focus on the paperwork, not hearing the door open and shut quietly, nor did he hear the sound of footsteps towards him and the sound of a food tray being set on the corner of his table. He didn't even feel it when Gillian leaned her head on top of Matthew's shoulder, looking over it to see what he was doing. He only realized Gillian was there when he felt the weight on his shoulders becoming unsteady and decided to turn his head and see what was going on with the one particular heavy shoulder. Bad move. He found himself centimeters away from Gillian's face, blushing madly as he turned his head around quickly to focus back on his paperwork.

Gillian blinked innocently. "What time will we leave, Matt?" she asked.

Matthew took a deep breath before answering. It's fine. It's Gillian's normal behavior. He thought. "When I finish my work," he told her.

Gillian noticed the flush on his cheeks, inwardly smirking though she was quite concerned as well. "Matthew, you're getting all red. Are you sick or something?" she asked with full concern as she took Matthew's warm cheeks and turned his head to face her. She brushed a part of Matthew's blonde hair away from his face, leaning and letting her cheek touch his forehead to see the temperature difference. "You're not that hot - body temperature wise - so it makes me wonder why your cheeks are flushed. Either way, you should stop overworking yourself or you will get sick."

Matthew snapped his head away from her. "Y-yeah, sure...I will. Now can you stop bothering me and so I can get back to work?"

Gillian stepped back. "Jeez, birdie~, you need to get a plastic surgeon to remove that log up your ass. You're just like Roderich whenever he's reading music scores and like Arthur whenever he's not in the mood."

"Out of the room."

"Fine, jeez," Gillian raised her hands defensively as she walked out of the door. "I made you a sandwich just in case you wanted a snack." she called.

"Yeah, I can see that," Matthew called back as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He needs to calm his tits down.

Matthew finally finished the papers and was about to go to his room to pack when he found Kumajirou sitting on his luggage with Gillian trying to zip it shut. "Gillian! What the hell are you doing?"

"It was Kuma's idea," she said as she pointed towards his polar bear who stared blankly at him.

"What?"

"He said we should pack your stuff for you since you're too busy with your work," she murmured paying no attention to him.

"Kuma!" Matthew gave his pet the look.

The polar bear merely stared at him. "Who?"

"He's your owner Kuma-bear, remember that," Gillian answered for him as she stuck out a tongue in concentration.

"What did you pack?" Matthew asked.

"Oh, I entered your walk-in closet and found two duffel bags labeled 'For la ville du Québec - World Conference.' We also packed a few extra clothes for you just in case." she replied as she finally zipped the Heys trolley shut.

Matthew found the car ride quite awkward. For the first half of the car ride, he found himself arguing Gillian on which route to take, her demanding she wanted a scenic view of the St. Lawrence River. When Matthew took the fastest route instead, he found themselves stuck in traffic. So that wasn't a fast route. Gillian already told him that it made no difference whether they took the fast route or the scenic route since a lot of people would rather take the fast route since it was a Friday. Matthew waited for an 'I told you so' or something but all he got was silence. He sighed. "You know, it might help if you told me what your problem was."

Yes, he knew that he sounded a little like an asshole, but he was expecting something from Gillian. He wanted her to break the silence whether it be screaming, raging, ranting, or just her usual talks. Instead, all he heard was a heavy sigh. "Look, I know that you're mad at me and that the traffic doesn't make it any better but at least say something." he only heard another heavy sigh.

He sighed in frustration as he poked Gillian in the cheek. When she didn't respond, Matthew gave up and just paid attention to the traffic. "Giving me the silent treatment, eh?" he asked. He gave Gillian another look, realizing that Gillian wasn't talking at all because she was already asleep. "Son of a bitch," Matthew heard himself chuckle and mutter the four words.

Gillian stirred up, hearing Matthew cuss. "Huh, birdie what's wrong? Why are you swearing? Did I do something wrong?" when Matthew didn't reply, she repeated her last statement. "Did I do something wrong? Mattie~"

Matthew let out another sigh. "Nothing! Just go back to sleep."

"Mattie~ just tell me~"

"Sleep!"

"Matthew~"

"Oh my god." Matthew said. He suddenly found himself wishing that Gillian was silent again.

When they were in Old Québec, Gillian could barely contain her excitement. "We're staying at a castle Mattie? A castle?" she asked as she jumped up and down from her seat.

"It's called Le Château Frontenac. Château, literally translated from French to English is 'castle.' It's a hôtel though, not a castle." Matthew explained as he drove around, getting closer to the hotel.

"But it's a castle nonetheless! Don't try translating basic French words Mattie, remember that I'm also best friends with ton papa, non? I have my basic knowledge...heck, I'm rusty, but I can basically speak the language." She explained as she pressed her face on the window, still staring at the building.

"Huh, basically?" Matthew asked.

"Mmm, yeah, basically," she muttered.

Matthew said nothing back. Francis would discuss stuff about her, not caring if the Prussian was there, and Matthew would keep her from knowing by speaking in French. If she understood that, then he'd be in trouble. They'll have to use more complicated terms if that were the case.

"Mattie?"

"Oui?" Matthew asked, his French side taking part.

"Heh, getting all French-y are we?" Gillian snickered. "Does that mean you'll start acting like a Francy-pants?"

Matthew rolled his eyes as he parked his Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot. "I have no clue what you're talking about." he muttered as he got out of the car, opening his trunk to get their luggage out.

"You know what I mean. You have French provinces and you're related to France so you're probably hiding something right?" said ex-nation wiggled her eyebrows as she got out of the car and followed Matthew.

"Yeah okay, can you stop thinking that way?" Matthew asked as he carried his luggage for her. He paused for a bit, realizing that indeed, does he know how to act like Francis and that he's probably gotten something from Francis' er, teachings. Now that he's in a French province, Francis' teachings are resurfacing. Matthew would have to be extra careful, seeing as how Gillian knew what was going on with him and that France might have told her how he acts when certain things happen. She was giggling nonstop! "Stop giggling! I don't act like Francis whatsoever! I never will!" he lied. Gillian somehow knew that he was lying and burst to a full-out laughter. Annoyed, Matthew told her, "Ferme ta bouche, et allons-y. I'm tired, and I just want to rest."

Gillian chuckled. "Like I said, your French part is taking over."

Matthew merely rolled his eyes.

When Matthew thought he could take a rest from the long drive, Gillian, who was next door, kept on knocking on his door, always asking for something. When she knocked again, Matthew was so annoyed he opened his door screaming, "Quoi?!" Instead of just Gillian, there was a teenage version of France standing there with her.

"Mathieu, what the hell? Is papa here yet?" he asked.

"Q-Québec! I-I mean François, what are you..I-I thought you..."

François rolled his eyes. "Really Mathieu, you'd bring a lady along with you and you wouldn't even give her a tour of my domain?" he said as he faced Gillian and kissed her hand.

"What are you doing here? I thought you provinces and territories have a meeting too?" Matthew asked as he was finally able to form complete sentences.

"Oh s'il vous plaît, do you really think I would miss my chance to see papa?"

Gillian pointed at Matthew, and then at François. "I like him, Mattie~ isn't he a part of you? Really, you should act more like him than the Ontario brat. Seriously? Leafs? Baha!"

"And I like you too. If you prefer me from my English twin, then we'll no trouble getting along," he smiled at her.

"Like seriously, Montréal Canadiens for the win!" she fist pumped.

François looked up at her in amused tone. "A Habs fan, are we?"

"Hell yeah!"

Matthew raised a hand to stop both of them from ranting over Ontario. "Okay, before you insult Mark and create a hate group about him, can you explain to me why you're not over at your twin's house at the moment?" he asked François.

"I told you I want to visit papa! Besides, Mark's also here because he wants to visit his maman."

"Arthur's a guy, and him being my father figure, he's your dad too." Matthew explained.

"I'm French, just like Nouveau-Brunswick, and partly Nova Scotia. I'm loyal to Francis and only Francis. You regained my respect when you left me alone, letting me keep my French culture and not changing my name to something English."

"You say that when you have English buildings here too."

"Built by English settlers!"

"And you speak English."

"Unofficially!"

"Alright, girls you're both pretty. Now can we both calm down and not talk about family issues? This fanfiction is strictly General/Romance!"

"What?" Matthew and François asked.

Gillian shook her head. "I have no clue what I just said, but it shut you two up."

The Canadian sighed. "Okay, let's start over. François, papa won't be here until tomorrow and your meeting with the provinces and territories is tonight."

François sighed. "Fine, I'll drag Mark back to his domain. We'll be back though. Our conference only lasts a week."

"Okay."

"Wait," Gillian said. "Before you go, can I have a hug? You're too cute!"

François rolled his eyes as he smiled fondly, giving Gillian a hug. He whispered in her ear, "Matthieu and I may have our disagreements, but I'm a part of him. I'm just smarter. If I like you, then he does too. He just doesn't know it."

When they pulled away, Gillian's ears were red. François just chuckled as he walked away. Matthew shook his head, tired from his latest disagreement with François. Matthew chuckled as he saw Gillian go red. "He's a younger Francis and much more...rebellious since he's a teen. I'm surprised he hasn't groped you though, that probably means he respects you."

"You two know each other well?" Gillian asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Gillian smiled at what François told her.

Most of the nations arrived the next day, checking in to their rooms since they were all tired from jet lag. Gillian was overjoyed with the fact that the Bad Touch Trio was right in front of her room. Matthew on the other hand, wasn't too glad that Francis' room was across his. You see, France absolutely loves to tease Matthew about Gillian. And of course, France being the country of l'amour, he would always insist that there was something going on between the two.

Right now, Matthew was giving Gillian a tour of Old Québec, letting her enjoy all the poutine she wanted. Well, sure, there was the poutine, but she still hasn't tasted beaver tails. Matthew walked ahead of Gillian, telling her the history of the Price Building also known as the Édifice Price. "Hey, Mattie, it looks just like the Empire State, no?" she asked as she shoved another gravy-and-cheese coated French fry in her mouth.

"Yeah, the Price Building looks like the Empire State Building, but really, Alfred copied it."

"What?"

"Yeah, the construction started in 1929 and was finished within a year. It opened to the public in 1931. The Empire State started construction in 1929 and finished in 1931. There's quite a difference once you look into the minor details." Matthew said. "That's basically it in Upper Quebec. So now let's give you a tour of Lower Quebec."

"Okay," Gillian followed him happily. The streets were quite steep and it was a lot of work walking around the place, but it was fun!

After Matthew gave her a tour of Lower Quebec, they went to a place that sold beaver tails so that Gillian can have a taste of what Arthur, Francis, Alfred, and Ivan always bugged him for, other than his pancakes.

"It's so sweet," Gillian said as she bit from the pastry as they walked back home.

"Yeah, that's basically bread, sugar, and a bunch of toppings and stuff."

"Yesh, so yummy~ like you~" Gillian laughed.

Matthew looked away to hide his pink face. "A-allons-y, I still have to make sure that everything would be fine for the conference." he said as he walked faster.

"I don't know why you try to make sure everything will go as planned. Hello~ we're nations! Nothing goes as planned when we're involved."

"Right." Matthew said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Fine then. I'll make sure everyone's here for leisure only. I'll make sure no one does their work."

The next day, Gillian got to work. She planned everything the night before so that even her bruder would be too busy to do his work. All she had to do was execute her plan. First off, the tsundere. "Hey Arthur, wanna go drinking with the Bad Touch Trio? I found a good Irish pub in Upper Quebec a while ago."

"No."

"My treat?"

"...sure..."

Ferme ta bouche, et allons-y - Shut your mouth and let's go! (Wow, never expected this from Mattie~)

Quoi?! - What?! (Kind of like 'what do you want?' if I'm correct...)

Oh s'il vous plaît - Oh please

*Meh, the rest are just basic words. You probably have read them in other fanfics.

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