Gilbert wasn't and most likely never would be a morning person. So it was a little shocking to say the least, when Matthew woke up without Gilbert next to him. Matthew sat up and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. 10am. Great. He had to be at work in an hour anyways. Figuring it would look a little bad if he showed up to work in the same clothes as the day before, Matthew decided to just borrow some of Gilbert's many articles of clothing. He didn't have any oversized sweaters so Matthew settled for one of the several shirts with a Prussian eagle on it. This one was white and red so at least Matthew still felt Canadian. Just as he slipped on a pair of Gil's baggy grey cargo pants, the door opened.
"It's not pancakes but I thought I'd be a good person and make you breakfast."
Matthew smiled when he saw Gil with a tray of food.
"Well if it's not pancakes you're useless to me…" Matthew sighed sarcastically.
"Well it's fruit loops so you're going to have to suck it up!" Gilbert set down the food on the bed and then looked at Matthew. "Those are my clothes."
"Mmhm…are you jealous I look way better in them?" Matt flopped onto the bed with a stupid grin on his face that immediately made Gilbert smile. He figured he wasn't the only one who had changed because of this relationship. Matthew had too, he was more confident. He had found his voice with Gilbert.
"Better? No fucking way. You do look sexy as fuck though. Then again…the awesomeness of the Prussian eagle is enough to make anyone reach the height of sexiness…" He winked. Matthew went bright red.
"I-I-…well…I-I'm not r-really uhm…" At least that much hadn't changed about Matthew…He was still a blushing mess when it came to anything even close to the topic of sex.
"Hey. Stop that. Yes you are and you're also adorable" Gilbert flinched slightly, the guilt was tearing him apart. He had actually almost run away last night. He may have only gotten as far as the lobby when he ran into Elizaveta, causing him to remember when that jackass had beaten Mattie up for being gay. He quickly remembered how instantaneously murderous he had felt when someone had hurt Matthew and he remembered how he said he would never let anyone hurt Matthew again, including himself. Gilbert was forced to think about how Matthew would feel if he left and he realized he couldn't bring himself to hurt him like that. So he went back and just watched Matthew sleep peacefully all night. Forced to think about how absolutely selfish he was. Leave Matthew? How the fuck did he think that would ever be a good idea?!
"So tell me about your first day filming! How was it!?" Matthew spoke with a mouthful of fruit loops, making him look a bit more like his brother.
"It was…it was pretty fucking great syrup." Gilbert explained every detail of his day. He explained how easy it was for him to get into character and how much he loved most of the cast members other than that one creepy Russian guy who's character was probably even creepier on the actual show. He told Matthew about how long it took to do his hair and make up even though he ended up looking exactly the same as he normally did. Finally he explained the feeling he got whenever he was about to read a line.
"It…it felt like home Mattie…it was only my first day but I've never felt like I've belonged somewhere more than I belonged there…"
"I'm so happy you liked it Gil…" Matthew said, taking Gilbert's hand. Goddamn it. Gilbert couldn't handle how stupid it would have been if he had ran away from Matthew…
"Yeah…totally, syrup. So! Enough about me! How many university acceptance letters have you gotten yet?" Gilbert grinned. Matthew raised an eyebrow; Gilbert actually didn't want to talk about himself?
"Uhm…none yet really…Well…I did get one. Uhm Gil is something wrong? You seem weird." Matthew was being quieter than usual, Gilbert could be a bit dense sometimes but he wasn't an idiot.
"No I'm fine. Mattie what university was it?" Gilbert asked bluntly.
"Oh it's uhm...a really nice one."
"Shit. How far away is it?" Gilbert's heart sank.
"I-I don't know what you're t-"
"Matthew! How far is the university!"
"Gilbert... I uhm...Well…the flight is only like an hour really…but uhm…if you wanted to drive there it would be about…uhm…4 hours maybe…" Matthew murmured and Gilbert quickly thought about it.
"Fuck Matthew it's in Canada isn't it?" Gilbert knew he was screwed. Matthew loved Canada and to go to school there would be an absolute dream for him. He couldn't stop Matthew from going no matter how badly he wanted to.
"Uhm…yeah…G-Guelf…Ontario."
"Like I would fucking know where that is…" Gilbert huffed.
"I-I haven't accepted it yet Gil…I'll only go there if I don't get in anywhere else. Don't be mad…"
"I'm not fucking mad!"
"G-Gil please don't yell...it's not like I'm leaving you for good!"
"I'm not yelling! I'm not mad! I just want to know why the hell you would leave me like that!"
"Gil…I have to go to work now. When we can actually talk about this without you yelling at me then let me know…" Matthew sighed and grabbed his things. Gilbert stayed silent as he left the room. Him and Matthew had never really fought before, of course there were silly arguments about which avenger was the best (Matthew insisted it was Hawkeye but Gilbert fought for Captain America) or which country had the coolest national anthem (to which Gilbert always insisted it was the Prussian national anthem only for Matthew to exclaim that Prussia was dead and then Gilbert would get pissy for a while and just yell LONG LIVE PRUSSIA to anyone who tried to talk to him.) But this fight actually left both of them feeling mad. Gilbert was mad that Matthew could be so selfish as to leave him while he went off to university in Canada. Matthew was mad Gilbert could be so selfish as to deny him his education in Canada while he stayed in New York to live his dream. What? Gilbert could have his dream of fame and he couldn't have his? Ridiculous. Matthew spent his entire shift at work silently complaining to himself about Gilbert and how selfish he was…mostly he was just trying to ignore the fact that he still managed to love Gilbert no matter how ridiculous he acted. And Gilbert was trying to ignore the fact that no matter how hard he tried to point out Matthew's flaws…he just couldn't. And every time Gilbert found himself getting sort of bored…his mind immediately turned to. 'I should text Mattie.' 'I should go see Syrup at work.' 'I should call Matt…'
"Damnit…I need a fucking life!" Gilbert groaned. Eventually, approximately 32 minutes later, Gilbert had decided that being mad at Matthew sucked and wasn't really worth it.

Gilbert knew where Matthew lived. He'd just never been there before. So he decided to do what any awesome boyfriend would do and show up at his house. It was around 4:30 in the afternoon so Matthew should have been home from work. Gilbert found the fire escape to Matthew's apartment and easily climbed up it to the 3rd floor. Matthew's house. Perfect. Gilbert grinned when he looked through the window and he saw Matthew sitting at a shabby looking desk, chatting with someone on facebook or something. Matthew had a facebook?
"Pst. Syrup!" Gilbert tapped the glass and Matthew spun in his chair and Gilbert groaned when the window slid open.
"Hah! Wrong room bro!" Of course it was Alfred.
"Is Syrup home?"
"Who Mattie? Yeah he's in his room being a nerd! Come on in!" Alfred cackled and went back to his desk.
"Oh, awesome." Gil climbed in through the window and started to wander through the apartment. It was tiny. The kitchen was part of the living room, there was old ripped up curtains, a tv that looked like it was from the stone ages with two picture frames on top of it. Gilbert took a second to look at the photos. One was of what looked like a young Matthew with what Gilbert assumed to be his mother. And the other was of Alfred and what looked like his father. Those were the only photos in the house, everything else was bare. Gilbert started to get nervous so he looked in the fridge to see what they had. It was basically empty. A few pudding cups, a six pack of sprite, leftover Chinese food boxes and a bottle of maple syrup. That was it. Gilbert bit his lip and went to the only other room in the house besides Alfreds.
"Alfred what have I told you about knocking befor-...Gil?" Matthew wanted to die on the spot. The rich and almost famous Gilbert was in his run down, piece of shit apartment. "G-Gil I told you not to come here..."
"Matthew...I...Are you...poor...?"

My note to you:
Ah just one problem after the other. Well...Mattie being poor isn't a problem...is it? Hopefully Gil will be ok with it...
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