Sorry it's been so long! School and stuff has been keeping me from writing a lot. But here's the next chapter. I hope you like it~!

I hope I wrote this alright. I feel a little tired at the moment, so I hope I caught everything. It just seems... dead. But then again, I probably am pretty dead after a long day at school xD

So, Enjoy~! One warning: Prussia's Swearing~


There is a loud crash followed by some rather colorful language. That is my first clue that I am awake and obviously not alone. I slowly open my eyes and groan. It is far too bright which is actually a little weird. Usually, the apartment is rather dark.

The next thing I notice is that my head feels really cloudy. Upon opening my eyes fully, I am instantly dizzy. I also realize that my nose is stuffed up and my throat is very dry. My body feels really warm as well, but that might simply be from the heavy blankets that are covering me.

I hear the dull tap of bare feet across carpet as they make their way to the couch I am laying on. Someone brushes away the hair that is covering my face and the room becomes that much brighter. I blink and am met with piercing red eyes.

"You awake, Birdie?" he asks, "How are you feeling? Probably not very awesome, huh? You look a little paler than usual. Oh, and you have a fever. It was 101.7 last I checked about an hour ago. It's ten in the morning, by the way."

I nod and smile before erupting into loud, violent coughs. Gilbert asks if I want some water and I not again. The water helps a little, but I still feel really bad. At least I'm not nauseous. That's something to be thankful for at least. How embarrassing would it be to have Gilbert watching as I barf my guts out into my toilet? It's just something I would rather avoid.

"Hey! I have a present for you," Gilbert exclaims as he helps me sit up against the back of the couch, "Two, actually, because I'm just awesome like that." He runs into the kitchen and comes back carrying two items in his hands. One is the bear he gave me last night. What did we decide to name it? Kumakitchi or something like that. The other item is what looks to be a small whiteboard.

"I went down to the laundry room to wash your clothes and gave your bear a little drying," Gilbert explains handing me the bear and sitting on the floor by the couch. "You... might not want to wear that underwear again... The washer was so unawesome." He pouts for a moment and I wonder what in the name of God he could have done to a pair of underwear. He then hands me the whiteboard.
"I had Luddy pick this up for me. See, now you can tell me what you need. You don't have to use it if you don't want, but it would be awesome if you did so I know exactly what's going on."

I smile. That is actually a really good idea. I promise myself that I will try it. Sure, some people had tried to get me to use writing as a form of 'expressing myself,' but it never worked out. I would forget the notebook or whiteboard or loose it. Besides, sometimes I just don't want people to know what I'm thinking. But Gilbert seems so excited by the idea that I just might try it for him.

"So... Do you think you'll use it?" he asks. I nod. "Awesome! Now I can be the most epically awesome nurse! Or maybe not nurse... Something more manly and awesome than just a nurse!" I laugh as I watch him try to think of a name to call himself. Finally, he just gives up and decides that he's "too awesome" for a set title.

"Oh," he continues realizing something he had forgotten before, "And that whiteboard might help you get your voice back. I still haven't forgotten my awesome promise, alright?" I smile at the mention of the promise. I had almost forgotten about it and I'm glad he didn't.

"Hey, I made you some hot chocolate," Gilbert smiles. I can tell he's pretty proud of himself, but I can't help but remember the crash from before. Gilbert happily makes his way to the kitchen and returns with a blue steaming cup. He also has the maple syrup tucked under his left arm.

Setting the cup down on the coffee table he moved to my side of the couch, he pours some syrup in the warm drink and begins to stir it around. I find myself amazed at how he remembers how I like my hot chocolate. I never thought he would actually pay that much attention to me. No one else ever did. After a moment, he hands me the warm cup, blowing on it lightly to cool it off. I take the mug from him and take a big, long sip. The liquid is hot and burns my throat, but it feels so good.

"Is it awesome?" Gilbert asks with hopeful eyes. To tell the truth, I can't really taste it. Still, I nod and smile just so I can see his eyes light up. "Awesome!" he shouts, throwing his fist in the air. His enthusiasm makes me laugh and I am reminded of how handsome he looks when he is excited.

Suddenly, I feeling that I can only describe as 'bad' overwhelms me. I place the cup on the coffee table and begin to cough violently. My breath becomes labored and my coughs are much worse than before. Instantly, Gilbert is there rubbing my back and whispering in my ears. When I finally stop coughing, he keeps be wrapped up in a tight hug whispering soothing words in my ears such as "It's alright" and "Awesome is here." I am thankful that he keeps such a tight hold on me because I instantly feel very dizzy again.

A shiver rips through my body and I feel goosebumps form under my sleeves. I continue to shiver, but I don't understand why I feel so hot and yet am apparently so cold. Gilbert is quick to wrap a blanket around me and lay me on the couch-bed.

"You should take an awesome little nap," Gilbert tells me as he covers me with another blanket. "The Awesome Me will be here when you wake up. Then we can plan an awesome Thanksgiving together!" I smile and nod weakly before closing my eyes and drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

"Hey, Birdie, I made you some soup. It's awesome! And I didn't break anything, so it's even more awesome!" Slowly, I come out of my sleep and find myself back on the couch-bed with Gilbert close by. I open my eyes and see Gilbert placing a bowl on the coffee table. With a sneeze, I sit up.

"God-Awesome-Bless you!" Gilbert greets. I laugh at his use of the English language-or lack of it. "Feeling better?" he continues, "You look a bit more awesome and I think your temp went down, but I didn't check it. Anyway, I made you an awesome lunch. It's one fifteen, so I thought you'd be hungry." I smile. Really, I don't feel all that hungry, but it would probably be best to eat something. So, I reach for the bowl and take a bite. The warm feeling of chicken noodle fills my mouth, though I still can't taste anything.

"I know; it's awesome," Gilbert says with a haughty grin, "I mean, I cooked it after all, so it has to be amazing!" I guess it isn't that bad. It really can't be as bad as Arthur's cooking, can it? Besides, I decide, if I don't die then it must have been decent.

I don't finish all the soup and feel a little guilty that I can't. Gilbert doesn't make me feel bad, though. He just tells me that I ate well for someone with a fever and that he'll make more for supper since I seemed to like it so much.

The thing that surprises me the most, though, is the fact that he washed the dishes by himself. Alfred told me a few weeks ago that Ludwig was complaining about how Gilbert never cleans up after himself. Honestly, Gilbert does strike me as the type of guy who would be a little lazy and not clean up as often.

When he is done, he comes and lays on the couch with me. With our feet outstretched on the long bed, we turn on the television and watch whatever is playing on ESPN. It's nothing that interesting; I think they're reporting on the upcoming Thanksgiving Day game. Soon, I find myself nodding off.

For about four hours, I find myself sleeping on and off. I always lay my head on Gilbert's firm shoulder and wake up there. Sometimes he is talking to me; just telling me some random thing about school or sports or something. Other times, he would simply brush the hair from my face and shoot me a smile that could make my heart melt.

At about four-thirty, I fall asleep and don't wake up until about five fifteen. Coming back into the real world, I shift a little causing Gilbert to do the same. He brushes the hair that has yet again fallen in front of my face and smiles as I open my eyes.

"Hey, Birdie," he greets, "You hungry? It's a little after five and I was thinking about making some of that awesome soup again!" I smile tiredly at his enthusiasm and nod. Gilbert's smile deepens and he gently lays me back on the couch before getting off the bed and going into the kitchen. Still a little draggy and tired, I feel like a doll being placed and moved around by its owner. I smile a bit at the thought.

I guess I nodded off yet again as I wake up to a giant yell from the kitchen. Startled, I jerk around and peer through the doorway to the kitchen to see what has caused the commotion. "Shit!" I hear, "I burned my fucking finger again! Not. Awesome!" Forgetting my tiredness, I jump off the bed and rush to the kitchen only to find a very angry Gilbert clutching his hand. It's beet red and starting to swell.

In about five seconds tops, I have a cold wet cloth wrapped in ice placed on his finger. He blinks in surprise at my fast reaction, but quickly grits his teeth through the pain I know he's feeling. "Damn... That hurts," he grunts unconsciously inching away from me. Finally, he begins to move too far away and I tuck the cloth into his other hand without moving the ice off the burn.

I then make my way to the stove and turn it off, trying to save myself from another fire. I bring the pot to the sink and empty it out, watching the steam dance through the air. Sighing, I turn to face Gilbert who has discarded the ice and is now sucking on the burnt hand. I want to tell him to put the ice back on, but I can't and I don't think he would anyway.

"Kesesese," he laughs making that cackling sound I love so much, "I guess the stove was unawesome to me, huh? Well, I just go try again. No harm done, right? Well, except for my hand, but I'm so awesome I'll heal quickly."

I shake my head impatiently and motion for him to sit down at the table. Giving me a confused look, he sits down but does not take his eyes off of me. The dizziness of the fever comes back, but I ignore it as I pull two TV meals out of the freezer. I know it's not the gourmet stuff he's probably used to, but it's all I have. And deep down, I know he'll love me anyway. He might be conceited, but he's really nice once you get to know him!

I heat up both meals quickly as they only take about two minutes each to warm up in our little microwave. I also pull out the hot chocolate and make two glasses before I bring the meal over to the table. As I expected, Gilbert smiles broadly. "This looks awesome, Mattie!" he shouts, "And you made hot chocolate! Now this is a meal." The weird thing is that his gushing does not sound forced. Instead, it sounds like he really, truly means it. I smile back as we eat our meager dinner.

When we are done, all I have to do is clean out the hot chocolate cups and throw the disposable trays away. Sighing, I decide to forget about the pot I still haven't cleaned thoroughly. My headache is back and all I want to do is lay down. I start to sway a little and make my way for the living room.

Gilbert follows me and plops down on the couch next to me. Taking a notepad and pen off the coffee table, he begins to write. When he is finished, he shows me a sheet of paper with the title Awesome Thanksgiving Ideas. I smile and remember that Thanksgiving is only two days away.

"Okay, so my family is so unawesome, so I'm gonna spend it here with you," Gilbert declares, "And we have to make it awesome. So I was thinking dinosaur chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, chicken noodle soup, and Spaghetti-O's. Forget all this 'turkey' and 'family' shit, you know? Awesome, huh? And we can watch football and stuff."

Dinosaur chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, chicken noodle soup, and Spaghetti-O's? That is nothing like the Thanksgivings I've had before. Al and I always had Thanksgiving with our aunt and we always had a turkey. This seems rather... Different, but nice. I smile and nod enthusiastically at the idea. Gilbert smiles.

I am about to take the notepad and add chips to the list, when I begin to cough violently again. Gilbert ditches the notepad and pulls me close to him. He pats me on the back and whispers, "It's alright, Mattie. Just let it all out. Awesome is here." I try to nod as the coughs shake my body, but find it just looks like I'm having a seizure.

When the coughing ends, I slump deeper into Gilbert's arms, utterly exhausted, and bury myself into his sleeve. He continues to rub my back and I feel myself beginning to fall asleep. Before I can, though, Gilbert pulls me off of him. He doesn't lay me down, though, like I expect him to. Instead, his lips crash against my own which catches me completely off guard. My eyes widen, but I press back. We break apart and he smiles at me.

"I love you," he whispers. I nod, still a little shocked as he looked me over. "You must be tired, Birdie," he says, "You should go to sleep. Awesome will be here in the morning." I smile back knowing my expression is weak and tired as I lay down on the bed. I shoot back up before he can place a blanket over me and grab the whiteboard sitting on the coffee table.

"What is it?" Gilbert asks worried. I imagine for a moment as I write what I want to say that he is probably worried that I am going to throw up or need to go to a hospital or something. I finish writing and hand the board to him.

I love you too.

Gilbert smiles. "This is awesome, Birdie," he whispers. "Now get some rest." He pecks me on the forehead as I lay back down. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I begin to drift off. The last think I remember is the light shutting off, a blanket being draped over me, and two strong, protective arms wrapping around me as we fall into a wonderful sleep.

I actually had to add the word 'unawesome' to my dictionary on Open Office because the line kept annoying me xD Thank you, Prussia~

I hope you liked this chapter~ Dunno how many more there will be... And it will be another wait for an update~ Sorry D:

So, please review~ I love getting reviews 'cause they make me so happy n' stuff C: So please, please do so if you get the chance and have the time. Not only are you making me feel awesome, you're also helping me improve my writing which is why I write in the first place :)