Gilbert sighed quietly to himself, he really didn't want to talk to him but he was the best with this kind of thing. "Yo Francis where the hell are ya? he called after he threw the door open.

"Bonjour Mon Ami, what an honor it is." France mocked bowing softly.

"Oh shut up." Prussia snapped then blushed and looked down "I . . . I need your help with something."

"I know." he grinned.

"What? How?"

"Its a secret. Now do you want my help or not?"

"Want, no. Need, yes." grumbled the ex nation.

"Well tell me then."

"Alright so there's this gu . . . er . . . person and I didn't realize but I guess I have been watching them for a while but I spent some time with them at an, uh, meeting and it was great. Then when we were apart I fuckin' kept thinking about them, which is way weird. And I spent the whole day with them yesterday and it was fuckin' outstanding but this morning they said something, then I said something and I didnt even know I felt that way in the first place!"

"What did you guys say?" France asked 'Mathew didnt say anything about this.'

"He said that as long as I want him I'll have him, and I said that i'll always want him."

"I see." the blond man chuckled.

"Why the hell are you laughing?" Prussia growled "This isnt funny! I'm seriously confused."

"Ah but it is. You both are so ignorant of your feelings."

"What do you mean by 'you both'?"

"I just got off the phone with ton petit Matheu."

"What!?" well that was a shock 'Wait did he just call him 'mine'. "And dont call him mine."

"You two are more alike than I suspected." Francis giggled.

"For the love of god what the fuckin' hell are you talking about?"

"You love Matheu . . . " almost serious he added "And he loves you."

"What?!"

"Will you stop saying thatits getting annoying!"

"Only if you stop talking nonsense and make some damn sense I will." Gilbert retorted, slightly annoyed himself.

"I am not talking nonsense." France pouted "I never joke when it comes to Amour."

"Yes you are. I mean how the hell can we be in love, we barely know each other?"

"Well then get to know him."

"How?"

"Simple, spemd time with him, duh."

"You mean like d . . . dates?"

"Yes thats one way of putting it."

"I guess it could be awesome."

"So are you going to ask him on one?"

"Sure and theres no way he can say no to the Awesome Me!" Prussia grinned striking a pose.

"And the ego is back." France laughed.

"What ego?"

"I'm not even going to start on that one but I suggest you leave unless you wish to be here when Mon Angleterre arrives."

"I'd rather not, eyebrows doesnt like me that much."

"Amusez-vous." sang the French man.

"Peace." the prussian called in return as he shut the door behind him then climbed into the car he had rented. He really had nowhere to be so he figuered he would just drive around and think about what france had said, so he started the car and took off.

"A date? Hmmm . . ." it certanly was a good idea no denying it. So when should they? "Well I guess theres no time like the present." he sighed pulling out his phone and made reservations. When he looked down he remembered he was still wearing the same clothes " Fuck well I guess I'll just buy some. I dont feel like going home to get any, West is still cranky." he cringed at the memory of the phone call they shared after he got his new phone.

Walking into the clothing store he glanced at the young man at the counter and made his way to the mens section.

"Is . . . Is there 'anything' I can help you with today, sir?" he turned to see a tall, curvy, woman with long brown hair and murky green eyes. Catching her emphisis on 'anything' he smirked.

"Why yes, I belive you can. You see I have a date tonight and I need something to wear. Can you possibly help me find something that would look good on me?" he said laying on the charm 'This will be fun.'

"Yes of . . . of course I can." she smiled slightly dazed "So, um, lets see. Dark colors definatly compliment you complexion so lets, um, play off those and, uh, maybe a little red to bring out you eyes. Yes I think that would be nice."

"What ever you say." he winked and followed her. Soon she found him a 'suitable' shirt, as black silk button up with an intricate red design on the left shoulder.

"So, um, what are they like?" the woman asked as she searched for pants.

"Who?"

"Your, um, date."

"Oh weel they have hessy blond hair almost to their shoulder and bright blue eyes, really skinny but tone, and their a few inches shorter than me. They are an awesome cook and their kind, forgiving, understanding, funny, thoughtful, smart, and nice though they can be a bit violent when provoked, or playing hockey." he couldnt help but smile.

"They sound nice." she replied sounding slightly depressed. 'Fuck I just ruined the game. Damn it Mathew why do you have to be so fuckin' great.'

"Yeah."

"So whats their name?"

"Mathew." he grinned wickedly, maybe there still was some fun to be had.

"Mathew? Thats kinda weird."

"How so?"

"Well Mathews a guys name right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You dont think its weird for a girl to have such a distinctly male name."

"And who said we were talking about a girl?" 'And here comes the best part.'

"What!?" she squeaked.

"I never said I was going on a date with a girl. If you must know though I'm going on a date with a sexy ass guy and his name is Mathew."

"Hi . . . His!? You, your gay?"

"And what of it?" he purred leaning in close.

"I think these would go nicely." she stammered quickly holding up a pair of black skinny jeans with red stiching.

"Thanks."

"Wi . . . Will that be all?"

"Yes." he said blankly 'Humans are so weird, but fun.'

"Well good . . . good day." then she turned and scurried off to anouther customer.

Sighing he made his way to the checkout pausing as a sparkly silver belt caught his attention he quickly grabbed it and proceeded to the counter.

"So your gay?" the young man at the regester asked seductively after he had payed.

"How'd you guess?" he sneered, begining to get annoyed. 'Only in France.'

"I have good hearing." the boy shrugged.

"So you obviously heard that I'm taken."

"For now." he took the recipt, wrote something on the back and put it in the bag with the clothes then handed the bag to Gilbert. Grabbing the bag Prussia strided out of the store while fishing around inside said bag to find the recipt. Grinning when he found it he flipped it so he could read the message. He couldnt help but roll his eyes, writen on the back was the boys, Alex's, name and phone number. Balling it up and dropping it in the gutter as he climbed into the car he laughed at the predictable move. Still laughing he made his way to the airport where he dropped off the car and got into his personal jet.

He changed while he waited for his pilot and when said man walked in and ask where they were going now he told him back to Canada and the man just sighed and went to ready them for the flight. Gilbert smiled when he felt the plan take of a short while later he was giddy with excitement. 'Why the hell am I so excited its just a date . . . with Mathew?' he asked himself pausing when the things Francis had said earlier flashed into his mind. Maybe he really was in love with him but what about Mathew he would hate to have his heart ripped out. He wondered how Mathew would look for the date. . . 'Shit, I havent told him yet! Fuck!' He pulled his phone out and dialed in the blonds number from memory. 'Hey Sexxi! itz the awesome me ;)' he texted, impaitiently waiting for his phone to vibrate.

## Hi ##

was the reply. 'Whats up' he asked.

## Same old same old ##

If he knew Canada that probaly ment he was sitting at home . . . alone . . . with no plans . . . "Perfect!" he said to himself, looked at his watch, remembered the time of the reservations, then replied 'Good get dressd & b ready by 7 30'

## Why ##

Such a sweetly innocent reply shouldnt be allowed. Smirking he gave the simple reply of 'Date' and slid his phone back into his pocket. He then leaned back and daydreamed of their date.