A/N OMG, two numbers ;w; Nothing can describe my happiness right now QwQ I'm really happy for all of you who like this story and reviews, I'm really sorry for late update, but I hope you'll continue reading, since from now on, it'll get fun 8D I wanted to name this chapter after the cafe in it =3= FYI 8'D Anyway, enjoy chapter ten!

I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Chapter 10

"Finally! How long are those meetings?" As soon as Matthew stepped out of the meeting room, he felt Gilbert's arms wrapping themselves around his body.

"Long enough" Matthew reached up and squeezed Gilbert's arms. "Let's go eat lunch, I'm starving!"

Gilbert smiles and leans down to whisper in Matthew's ear, so the nations who're still coming out from the meeting room won't hear.

"Hey, let's run away from this." He whispers and plays with the hair in Matthew's neck making the blond shiver. "We could go on a date."

He pulls away from Matthew's neck and walks around so he can see his boyfriends flushed face. He grins at the flushed Matthew and takes his hand. "You don't really have a choice."

"Isn't that like kidnapping?" Matthew chuckles and intertwines their fingers. Gilbert's hands are always so warm.

"Just look at it like prince charming saves the lovely princess from the tower surrounded by dragons and evil witches" Gilbert smiles and kisses Matthew temple. "And then takes her for dinner. Deal?"

Matthew tries to hide the blush growing across his cheeks, trying really hard to frown at the grinning albino. "When did I become the princess?"

"Just now, you have all the qualities" Gilbert continued on, running a hand through Matthews blond hair and kissing down the side of his face.

"Such as…?"

"The golden hair, the beautiful smile and the sparkly eyes" Gilbert places his forehead against Matthew's, staring deep into his eyes. "And I have to save you."

He laughs his trademark laugh and pulls away before Matthew can slap him, even though he's smiling and secretly really flattered, he made a move to slap him maybe not so soft as a reward to the princess-comment. He really enjoyed being called beautiful, but not the saving part.

"OH, just shut up and take me out already" he rolls his eyes when he realizes he can't slap Gilbert after all and just settles with crossing his arms over his chest.

Gilbert grins and pulls out one of Matthew's hand and drags him to the door. "Great! I know this wonderful little place!"

He dragged Matthew out of the building and down the street, not letting Matthew say anything to protest.

He doesn't stop until they stand in front of a small open-air café, and Gilbert looks at Matthew expectantly. The Canadian looked at the café with sparkly eyes, he loved it. He loved to sit in small open-air cafés, feeling the sun hit his skin and the taste of pancakes (he always ordered pancakes, if possible drenched in maple syrup) hit his taste buds. He admires the wooden chairs standing on each side of the tablecloth clothed tables, the small flowers hanging in pots from the sun blind above the window that shows the cafés inside, and the low white fence surrounding it all.

"So?" Gilbert grins and wraps his arm around Matthew's shoulders.

"I love it!" Matthew says when he's pulled out of his amazement. "It's perfect! How did you find it?"

"Just strolled around" Gilbert shrugs, no way he'd tell Matthew he had searched like crazy on the net and in all kinds of brochures to find the perfect place for their little afternoon date, and when West had locked him out from the meeting room, planned of course, no one would dream of shutting Gilbert's awesomeness out on purpose, he ran out just to see if the café actually exist. He wants this to be perfect, only the best for his little Birdie. "Shall we go inside? You said you were starving."

Matthew nods and tugs Gilbert's sleeve, eager to get inside. "Do they sell pancakes?"

Gilbert freezes inside. He forgot. How un-awesome, he forgot to check if they sell pancakes. Oh well, let's press his luck a bit. "Of course! Why wouldn't they?"

Matthew smiles wider and drags Gilbert inside the shop, which is decorated with flowers everywhere. The patters on the pink walls, on the carpet, on the tables in vases and in the waitresses' hair, it was everywhere. The café had just opened, and a few people sat around the pink flower room, that was the name of the café by the way, "The pink Flower room".

"Two plates of pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup" Matthew says cheerfully to the cashier who smiles back at him and walks off to the kitchen behind another pink wall. Matthew reaches for his back pocket and wallet when a hand captures his wrist and pulls it away.

"Don't worry, I'll be the awesome boyfriend I am and pay" Gilbert takes out his own wallet and puts the right amount of money on the counter. Matthew tries to protest, but Gilbert put a finger over his lips. "Shush, as the one asking you out, I'm the one who should pay."

"It wasn't really asking…" Matthew smirked and let Gilbert pay the cashier before they went outside again, to sit down in the sun.

"Let's just call it that" Gilbert smirks back and pull out the chair for Matthew to sit down. The blond blushes, sits down and watches Gilbert retreat to his own chair. "It'll sound more romantic when I tell everyone about it."

Matthew laughs softly and watches Gilbert as he starts to talk about everything. The past three months he has been really sweet, the perfect boyfriend. He has taken him out on dates, paid it all, bought him presents and given him all the attention and love he has ever wanted. And sure that his feelings for the albino has gotten a bit stronger, but he has yet to forget his feelings for Francis. And this meeting didn't make it better. Francis is obviously happy in his relationship with Arthur – they openly held hands! – and he told him he wished Matthew was happy too. No, he thought Matthew was happy too. And he was, a bit. He still had that sting of usual sadness he always felt when Francis wasn't with him, the sting that had grew stronger when he knew the French had a relationship, but he was kinda happy with Gilbert. They had been together for three months after all. He wouldn't have stayed so long otherwise, right?

"Birdie, our pancakes are here" Gilbert taps his shoulder and wakes Matthew from his thoughts.

"Ah, yes! Sorry for spacing out" he smiles apologetic and reaches for the bottle of syrup to drench his pancakes in it.

"I'm used to it" Gilbert smiles gently and pokes at his pancakes. "You've been a lot spacier than usual, Birdie. Are you okay?"

"Ah, y-yes, I'm fine Gil" Matthew drenches his pancakes in the sticky liquid. "I promise."

Gilbert raises one eyebrow at him, and watches as he puts the first bit of pancake in his mouth. The Canadian almost melts when the sweet taste of pancake and maple syrup wraps his taste buds with its heavenly taste and he quickly shoves more of the treat in his mouth. The albino smiles a small smile at his boyfriend who's eating like a child. He doesn't even notice some of the syrup getting on his cheek.

"Hey Birdie" He says and leans forward over the table. Matthew looks up, and blushes when he realizes that the albino is so close. "Got some on your cheek."

Matthew reaches up to feel where, but Gilbert is faster with sticking his tongue out and licking it up. "You're thinking about that other one. The one besides me."

"G-Gil… what…" Matthew stutters, is he a mind reader or what?

"It's obvious" Gilbert smirks and leans even closer to nibble his ear lobe. "But that's fine. Soon enough, I'll make you mine."

With that said he leans back in his chair, smirking a content smirk, and starts to shove the pancakes into his mouth, leaving Matthew blushing and staring at the man who was so determined, content and sexy just seconds ago. He can't really take his eyes of the red eyes man, who after some breathtaking seconds notices this and smiles at him. Matthew's heart skips a beat and he looks down at his pancakes again. Gilbert resists the urge to laugh at this sight.

Soon Birdie, soon I'll be the only one on your mind.