Listening to: Trick and Treat- Kaito, Gakupo, and Len

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Mathew sat at the small outdoor café, pushing his food around the plate with his fork. His father, Francis, had taken him to visit his hometown in France for the weekend. Even though he loved seeing the places he used to visit as a kid, he couldn't help but feel rather bored.

Francis glanced up from his glass of wine. His brow furrowed when he saw Mathew's expression.

"Do you not like it?" he asked, gesturing to the mille-feuille left neglected on his plate.

Mathew shook his head, tucking a stray piece of blonde hair behind his ear. "Eh, no it's not that."

Francis took a sip of wine before replying. "Something else is bothering you then."

"It's just," he began "I feel so out of place here. I don't really remember much from when I was a kid I guess."

Suddenly, there was a shout from across the street of the café. A man with paper white skin was stumbling across the road, narrowly dodging cars. He was about halfway through when a truck sped towards him and he stopped to stare at it, frozen in place.

Without putting much thought into the matter, Mathew sprinted across the road, shoving the stranger to the sidewalk. They landed in a crumpled heap just as the truck flew past, not even bothering to slow down.

Mathew turned to the albino, and he saw the whites of his eyes were red. He was drunk.

"Are you gonna move, or would you like to cuddle for a while longer?"

Mathew looked down to find their legs were tangled together, and his hands were wrapped around the others torso. He felt his cheeks heat up as he quickly untangled himself. The stranger just laughed.

Mathew shook his head, pushing his glasses up. "Are you ok?"

"I would have been fine if you hadn't decided to play hero."

"You would have died." He replied.

"You don't know that." The stranger replied, getting to his feet shakily.

"That truck would've ran you over, you stopped in the middle of the road!"

Francis' voice suddenly sounded from behind him. "Gilbert?"

The stranger glanced up, and smirked. "Hej Francis! How's it going?"

"You're drunk."

"Tipsy." He corrected. "Besides, when was the last time I was actually sober?"

Francis sighed, running a hand through his hair. He turned to Mathew. " Mathew, this is Gilbert. He's an old, um, acquaintance of mine. Gilbert, this is my son Mathew."

"My knight in shining armor." He replied, winking at Mathew suggestively.

Mathew blushed again, and a small smile played on his lips as he looked down at the cement.

Gilbert fished his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. "Well, I would love to stay and chat, but my boss expects me back in ten minutes."

Francis rolled his eyes. "You're just going to go to another bar Gilbert."

Gilbert shrugged. "So? It's not even five yet." He shoved a finger towards Mathew. "I will definitely be seeing you again though."

With a final smirk he disappeared around the corner of a building, leaving Mathew utterly speechless.

Apologies for the length of this chapter. And wow, I have so many of my headcannons on past relationships in this chapter, it's not even funny. I felt bad for writing a death scene, so I hope this lightened the mood a bit. Also, I may or may not write their super awkward first date together, but I'm not sure yet.

Shiary: I hoped this fixed your request. I know you wanted Canada saving someone from the FACE family, but I sincerely have no idea how to incooperate that into a PruCan fic. I hope Canada saving Prussia will work.