Hey guys! Sorry for the sudden long break. I had a family emergency to tend to and was away about three weeks. I also got two jobs so finding time between them is tough. And then you know… I have to actually write this stuff and that takes time. But I'm back now and should be back to a normal schedule.

I have a new poll on my profile page. Please make sure to take a look at it. And I want to know what you guys think about it. Please leave your thoughts in the review or message me. I want to know if this idea is completely dumb or not.

The reason I haven't put up a new Vigilant yet is I'm working on outlining the rest of the story. I have it outlined through the current chapter, but I didn't get past that. I have a bunch of ideas, and I'm researching how to cure Matt's mental illnesses. Please just be a little bit patient on that piece.

There is a new chapter up of Trainer, Coordinator, and Breeder. I'm pretty proud of it. It's Gilbert's back story. Already people are a bit surprised of the violence in a Pokemon fic. I guess I should have said at the beginning it's like Pokemon for adults. There will be sex in it later. Just FYI.

The rating on this fic is going up to M this chapter. Just a heads up!

Reviews!

~Starember19: I love how you love on Gilbert in one sentence and hate on him the next. Prussia is still Prussia and will fight for what he wants. Though I hope that I can help show this more in the future with Gilbert. My theory about him is this: Gilbert's outer shell is the "I'm Awesome! 5 meters! Muhaha!" guy that you see on the anime. That is the scheming Prussia side. Once you break through that shell, he has this soft inside that's shy and a little awkward. It's how he can be so gentle around Matt in one scene, then turn and be Prussia in the next.

~Utaria: I understood your explanation. Don't worry. I've tested this threesome in role plays. I know it works very well.

~Everyone: Don't worry, Gilbert will be okay.

On to the story!

Sadiq's belly pressed against his waistline full of delicious lasagna. Dinner had been wonderful since Matt was such a great cook. At the moment, Matthew stood inside in front of his sink scrubbing at the pasta pan. He had insisted that the Turk didn't worry about dishes, and that Matt needed to clean this one glass pan before the food stuck. So Sadiq sauntered outside to sit on the Canadian's back porch to enjoy the twilight as the setting sun cooled off the summer day.

Sadiq gazed over Matt's garden. Vancouver was drastically different from Ankara. It was so peaceful here unlike his home. At all hours of the day, he could hear people shouting from the street vendors, car horns, and police whistles as they directed traffic. Matt's home was different. He had taken the time to buy up enough land and have it fenced off. Even though he lived in the suburbs, the back yard held a fairly large flower and vegetable garden. A small pond laid down the hill while several acres of forest surrounded the property. Matt mentioned he wanted to make sure Kumajirou had plenty of space to roam around without disturbing the neighbors. And of course the shed where Matt stored and worked on his motorcycles stood in the yard.

The only interruption of the small countryside was Matthew's neighbor. Her fence pressed close to his garden. She was a cranky old woman with wild hair. A scowl smeared across her face. She rocked in her creaking chair on her back porch. Slowly, she stroked the cat in her lap and glared at Sadiq. This woman gave him the creeps.

The back door opened, and Matt stepped out with two glasses of ice tea. Handing one to Sadiq, he sat on the porch step beside him. "We're going to have a nice evening tonight. It's starting to feel great out here." He sipped his drink.

Sadiq glanced over again to the old woman then back to Matthew, "Your neighbor is freaking me out. She's just… staring at me!"

"Oh, that's Mrs. McGillicutty. She hates me," he answered like nothing was wrong.

"She hates you? Why?"

"Watch this," Matthew stood up and waved cheerfully calling over to the woman. "Hello Mrs. McGillicutty! How are you today?"

This woman answered in the most stereotypical Canadian accent Sadiq had yet to hear in all of his time visiting Matt, "Oh, I see it's another one of you gays, eh?"

"You could say that madam!" Matthew remained pleasant. "This is my boyfriend."

"One of them Mexicans, eh? Too many of them around."

Sadiq frowned. This woman was senile and racist!

Matthew laughed his voice thick with fake kindness, "No, madam. He's from Turkey."

Her eyes narrowed at Sadiq, "Even worse! One of them Arabs!"

"Mrs. McGillicutty, I just wanted to let you know something," Matthew's smile turned into a Russia like grin. "If I see your cat in my yard again messing up my flowers, I'll let my bear eat him."

The old woman palled at that, "I should report all you gays and that bear of yours!" She hurried back inside with her pet slamming the door and yanking the blinds closed.

Matt sat back down again and calmly sipped his tea. Glancing to his boyfriend, he frowned, "What? What's that shocked look for?"

"You threatened her with your bear."

He shook his head, "Kuma would never hurt it. He doesn't like the taste of cats."

Sadiq smirked and leaned against a porch railing, "You really surprise me a lot. You're so sweet and kind and gentle, and then you threaten your neighbor like that."

"She's a cranky old woman whose one goal since her husband died is to watch me and criticize me. I know she's lonely, and I've tried so hard to be nice to her." Matthew ran a hand through his hair. "But damn she's stubborn."

Sadiq snickered at him and looked over the blond. The redden sun made those purple eyes glow darker to deep indigo hues. Every time they looked into his eyes, Sadiq still felt that same charge surge through him. That energy felt exactly how it did all those months ago when they slammed into each other in the hall. Sadiq had lost many nights thinking about that charge. He would pull up Matthew's photos from emails and videos that the blonde sent him. There was something about those eyes that struck a very deep cord in him. It was like he had told Matt on his first date, it was like remembering a very distant memory Sadiq couldn't quite grasp.

"Sadiq?"

The Turk snapped his head up and glanced to his boyfriend, "Sorry, I sort of zoned out there for a moment."

"It's okay."

A scratching sound rapped on the back door. Matthew stood up and opened it.

Kuma gandered up to him and cocked his head, "Can I lay outside with you guys? It's stuffy in here."

"Sure," Matthew moved aside and let his bear out.

Kuma clomped down the stairs and sprawled on the grass, "Ahh, much better. I love this weather."

Sadiq rolled his eyes, "You're probably the only polar bear I know that is pro global warming." Once Matthew sat down again, Sadiq draped an arm around his shoulder and pulled the blonde close.

Matthew snuggled into his side and sighed contently, "This is nice."

"Yeah, it is. I'm excited to see this mysterious room of yours."

Matthew squeezed him a little harder, "It's not that great."

"You don't understand," Sadiq gently combed his fingers through Matt's hair. "Because you have done so much to avoid me seeing your room, this image of what it's going to be like keeps growing more and more ridiculous in my head. I personally believe that you have unicorns, the Holy Grail, a small circus, and all of the nukes from the Middle East that America couldn't find in there."

Matthew laughed leaning more against the Turk. He kissed Sadiq's cheek, "No, nothing like that. I guess… Well, you'll see tonight. I don't want to talk about it. Just… I'm only giving you two minutes to laugh, and then you can't laugh anymore!"

Sadiq pulled him close and chuckled against Matthew's neck, "Alright, I promise I will keep all laughs, snorts, and chuckles within the two minute time limit." With a smirk, Sadiq nibbled on the soft skin and relished the surprised gasped from his boyfriend. That was one of many good things about dating a virgin. It was easy to make him flustered and turned on. Like with what happened last week…

Matthew gawked at the article of clothing that his boyfriend held up. Sadiq had came to visit him and the pair were shopping around Vancouver. Currently they were looking in a clothing store popular among teenagers around Matt's human age. It was a store Matthew had passed several times, but rarely shopped in. After a few minutes of browsing, Sadiq had found something he wanted his young boyfriend to try on. Matt eyed the clothes with disdain. "Those are jeggings!"

"I think they would look good on you," Sadiq ran his hand over the material. "You're skinny and they would make your legs look amazing."

"You don't like my clothes?"

"Don't get me wrong. You're one of the few people who make sweater vests look good. It's just to try something a little different. You're always dressing older for your age. I can tell you were raised by England! I want to see what it would look like if you actually wore clothes for a nineteen year old. Come on, Matt. You sometimes wear bow ties with your formal clothes."

"Bow ties are cool," mumbled the Canadian knowing that Sadiq wouldn't catch the reference. Jeggings were a drastic difference to his normal outfits. He had never been a fan of tight clothes. They felt so constricting and flaunted the out of shape parts of his body.

Sadiq realized he wouldn't win this battle and hung the pants back on the rack, "Alright, no trying on things for fun. I just wanted to see you in something new. That's all."

"If I try them on, I don't have to buy them right?"

"You don't have to try them on."

Matthew ran a hand through his hair as he considered the pants. Picking them up again, he lightly tugged the waistband and tested the stretchiness, "Okay fine. I'll try them on. This doesn't make me a hipster."

"What the hell is a hipster?"

Shuffling to the dressing room, the Canadian closed the door behind him. It wasn't a big deal. They were just a pair of pants. He undid his belt and slipped out of his own clothes. The jeggings were stretchy. After a little wear, they probably wouldn't be so tight. Though, he did see a problem right away. There was no way to wear these things with his boxers on.

"Damn," he groaned to himself looking down at his plaid underwear. He never considered in his life going commando. But if it was only for a few minutes to make Sadiq happy, it was okay. He shoved out thoughts of how many other guys' junk had touched the insides of the jeggings as he slipped out of his boxers. Now the tough part: actually getting these tight things on.

He didn't want to sit on the bench in the changing room with his bare bottom. Who knows what had touched that thing? Leaning back, his shoulders rested on the wall to help steady himself. Matt slipped his foot into one of the jegging legs. Right away he met resistance. His foot followed by his calf both snagged in the material. Just as he thought they were too small for him, Matthew figured out how to pull the fabric up his leg inch by inch. After a few minutes, he had one side on.

Someone tapped on the door. Matthew huffed and glared at it, "Someone's in here!"

"It's Sadiq. Are you okay? You're taking a long time."

"These are hard to get on!"

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Take your time."

Matthew heard Sadiq walk away. This was ridiculous. Canada had fought in two world wars, recovered from the Halifax Explosion, got through a plethora of blizzards that rendered him helpless, and survived the European diseases from the settlers. He could put on a pair of jeggings damn it!

With a little more wiggling, hopping, groans, huffs, and sigh of discontent, Matthew finally buttoned the pants. He turned and looked himself up and down in the mirror. They were a bit uncomfortable since he had to do some tucking, but they weren't terrible. Sadiq was right. They made his legs look great.

Matthew eased open the door and peaked out. Sadiq leaned against the wall in the dressing room and watched people mill about. Pushing the door open the rest of the way, Matthew stepped out and motioned to the jeggings. "How do they look?"

Sadiq's eyes trailed down his boyfriend's body as his mouth opened but no sound came out.

A small, pleased blush fluttered on the Canadian's cheeks.

Coming over, Sadiq slid his hands across Matthew's hips, around his sides, and tucked his hands in Matt's back pockets. A light growl slipped out, "Ooo, they're tight. I like them. You look… you look so amazing in those."

"You think?"

"Oh yeah," the Turk leaned in as his voice dropped low, "You have no clue how many naughty thoughts just popped into my mind."

Matthew exhaled slowly and shuddered. They were probably similar to the things racing through the Canadian's head. Taking Sadiq's hand, Matthew glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. He yanked Sadiq into the dressing room.

The moment the door closed, their lips locked together as they indulged in tasting one another. Sadiq slid his hands into Matt's back pockets again and pulled their pelvises together. Both moaned as the bulges in their pants caressed against each other.

Matt's back pressed against the mirror and stared blearily up at his older lover. He adored when Sadiq's eyes darkened in lust. It made Matt feel empowered, that he could bring the once great Ottoman Empire into this kind of pleasure. Little Canada… who would have thought he could do this?

Sadiq pressed his entire body against Matt's, inhaling the scent he had came to adore. "You intoxicate me," he muttered into the Canadian's ear between small nibbles on the earlobe.

"Mmm, Sadiq," Matthew savored how the name lingered on his tongue. The Turk's hands drifted across his body and rested on Matt's hips. Sadiq pressed his thumbs into the hallow of Matt's hips making the young man squirm in his grasp. "Sadiq! These pants are getting too tight."

"Then let me help you with that," purred the Turk as he fingered the button.

A loud rap on the door broke their concentration as a woman's voice called out, "Sirs! May I ask you both to come out here please?" It was a sales clerk for the store.

Matt and Sadiq exchanged looks, both taking deep breaths to calm themselves. Opening the door, Matt frowned. Oh shit, it was the manager! She didn't look happy at all. "Sirs, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave. We received some complaints about you both moaning in our dressing rooms and making other customers feel uncomfortable."

"Um, um, um," Matt's mind raced trying to think of an excuse. "I couldn't get the pants on!"

"What?"

"These pants! They're so tight, I couldn't get them on. So my boyfriend here was helping me."

The Manager gazed from Matt to Sadiq and back to the Canadian. Her lips curled up into a small chuckle, "I see. I promise you're not the first customer to need help getting jeggings on. Honestly, I don't see the appeal of them. I apologize, gentlemen, for the inconvenience."

"No problem," Sadiq tried to hold in a snicker at the situation.

Matthew didn't find it amusing at all. His cheeks burned, and he could hear the other customers whispering about it. "I'm going to change," he mumbled and shuffled back into the dressing room.

The Manager smiled coyly at Sadiq, "Too bad you're gay. I would have given you my number."

"I'm not gay," Sadiq leaned on the wall beside her. "I guess if you had to call it anything, I'm bisexual. And I wouldn't say no to your number."

"And cheat on your boyfriend?" she slinked past him. "I don't date cheaters."

Sadiq trailed his eyes down her backside and smirked. Crossing his arms, he waited patiently for Matthew to fight his way out of the jeggings.

Matthew tilted his head away as he giggled, "Stop that! You're beard is tickling me!"

"Like this?" Sadiq nuzzled into the Matt's neck again, enjoying watching the blonde squirm. He laughed and sat back. He didn't want to push Matt too much. As eager as the young man was to participate in the physical parts of their relationship, he was just as easily pushed too far. Sadiq didn't want to go too fast for the virgin. So he settled for holding Matthew in his arms and watching the sun set over the trees.

"Thank you," Matt sank back against Sadiq's chest and kissed his cheek. "Though, I do like it. I wish I could grow a beard."

"You would look so ridiculous with a beard."

Kumajirou lifted his head, "You really would."

"Oh shut it you," Matt huffed and returned his gave to Sadiq. "Beards and body hair are just so manly, so masculine. You look like a man."

"You look like a man too," Sadiq shot back.

"I look like a pre-pubescent boy-"

"No you don't."

Matthew held up his arm and compared it to Sadiq's, "Look at your arms hair. It's dark and coarse and sexy! It's what makes men tall, dark, and handsome."

"Matthew," Sadiq ran a hand over the Canadian's arm. "You're skin is so fair and smooth, finer than any of my silks. With your hair and those eyes… which haunt me when I'm not with you, you're like an angel. If you had body hair to ruin that, you would look like France."

"Gross!" Kuma chimed in.

"You're beautiful and handsome in your own way," Sadiq concluded kissing Matthew's nose.

The blonde smiled slightly. Though he was still envious of Sadiq's manly looks, he loved how the Turk made him feel better about his appearance. Since they had formed their friendship and relationship, not once had Sadiq compared him to Alfred. In fact a few weeks prior, Sadiq spotted a photo of the North American brothers together and blurted out, "Oh, that's Alfred there? Huh? That's what you would look like if you were ugly." It was an amazing change to have someone other than Gilbert remember his name or not call him America.

"Hey Kuma," Matthew nudged the bear with his foot. He might not remember the bear's full name, but he could always remember Kuma. "It's going to be nice out tonight. Why don't you sleep outside?"

Kumajirou lifted his head as a toothy smirk appeared on his furry face, "Oh? You mean that you two are finally going to do it, and you want some privacy?"

"KUMA!"

"Ha!" Sadiq tossed back his head while laughing and slapped his knee. "Oh really? That's why I'm getting to see your room?"

"No! Maybe! I don't know!" Matthew stuttered and fiddled with his fingernails.

"Yes, Bear, if that's the case, you might want to be outside. Who knows if Matthew's a screamer," Sadiq leaned away from the blonde just in case he would get hit.

"Oh he's loud!" Kuma sat up. "When he whacks off, he keeps me up all night just calling out 'Ooooohhhh Saaadiq! Oooohhh!' I can't sleep at night!"

Matthew's face had become the darkest shade of red Sadiq had ever seen. Standing up, Matt stomped down and picked up the bear by the scruff of his neck, "Keep talking like that and I'll make it to where you'll sleep forever."

"Matt, put him down," Sadiq stood up and calmly walked to the blonde. Once Kuma was safely on the ground and had scurried away, Sadiq cupped his boyfriend's cheek and tilted his chin up, "Hey, why are you so embarrassed by that?"

"For Kuma to say something like that in front of you!"

"I do the same thing," Sadiq smiled and kissed Matt's eyes. "Whenever I think of you, it gets me hot. I've touched myself plenty of nights thinking about you, pretending it's you. It's normal. It just means that I'm attracted to you and that you're attracted to me."

"Really?" Matt sniffled as some relief washed over his face. "You do that while thinking about me?"

"Yes. It's nothing to be ashamed about. You're an adult with adult feelings. You have to find relief somewhere. It's actually quite healthy for men to do that," Sadiq tucked some hair behind the blonde's ear and grazed their lips together. In a low whisper, he spoke against Matt's lips, "So no more of this embarrassment, okay?"

"Okay." Matthew pressed his lips chastely against his boyfriend. Sadiq could feel the anxiety slipping out of him. To add to the comfort, he pulled Matt into a tight embrace. It wasn't sexual, but comforting, accepting, protecting to let his young lover know it was okay to feel this way.

As the kiss broke, Matthew stared up into Sadiq's eyes, "Want to go upstairs? See my room?"

"I thought you would never ask."

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