Woohoo second chapter of the day!

This chapter we get a little NSFW material... I have co-written with my bestie a much more intense version that I will post (maybe) as a separate book for the older audience that likes to read more graphic action.

Enjoy!

~Awesome Maple

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (though that might be cool).

Warning: NSFW material ahead (so adult-themed content) that will be indicated as "NSFW START" and "NSFW END".

Chapter 11

Matt shivered a little as the quartet (Gilbert, Lars, Sakura and himself) headed out of the warm restaurant and to their respective cars. The stars shone and were clearly visible because the skies were clear, and the air was getting chillier.

The Canadian and German shuffled quickly across the parking lot and into the car, then proceeded to follow Lars' Honda Civic out to the carnival that was happening nearby.

After about twenty minutes worth of driving, the two cars pulled up into a packed parking lot and managed to park side by side, and emerged from them, walking over to the ticket booth.

"Four adult tickets," Lars said, and pulled out some money, but Matt stopped him, handing over the dollar bills.

"Let me pay," Matt insisted, and Lars pushed him back, "no, it's on me."

"But Lars you're broke—"

"Yeah well you're my guest—"

"But—"

"Children," Gilbert sighed, pushed the two away, and paid the ticket person as they continued to bicker. As Gilbert was handing over the money, he was surprised to see an old, familiar face…

"Roderich?"

"Oh," the Austrian said as he handed the tickets to Gilbert, rolling his eyes, "it's you."

"What do you mean 'it's you'?" Gilbert said playfully, taking the tickets and stuffing them in his pocket, motioning to his companions to go on ahead, "What are you doing back here?"

"Well I had to come back because I'm playing for a concert here next week," Roderich said and motioned for him to stand beside the booth rather than in front, "what have you been up to? Did you finish your history major?"

"Nah, I became a police officer at the police department downtown," Gilbert paused as a young couple paid for their tickets, then resumed, "I quit history after you left, but I've kept up my piano playing!"

"Good," Roderich smiled, "now let me get back to my job. I need to make some money, as the charity I play for needs some extra cash."

"Fine, bye," Gilbert said sassily, pointing behind him and raising his eyebrows, "but I better get free tickets to your next concert."

"Sure," Roderich sighed, knowing that Gilbert would get his way eventually, then passed a slip of paper, "here's my number."

"Sweet! You can come eat with Ludwig and myself sometime," Gilbert blew a kiss as he headed to the carnival to his impatient friends, "see you later!"

Roderich sighed to himself as he turned to the next customer. He knew he would have run into Gilbert at some point or another. He looked up with the same bored expression as always to see a gorgeous young woman smiling, her money out in her gloved hand.

"Was that your boyfriend?" She asked excitedly, "Because you are so cute! I love to see gay people so open about their relationships—"

"Er," Roderich's face heated up as the Hungarian woman in front of him ceased talking and he exchanged her money for a ticket, "he's not my boyfriend. We're old university friends and I haven't seen him in years. He's just weird…"

"Damn it," the woman sighed, disheartened, and then giggled, "I'm Elizabeta!"

"I'm Roderich," Roderich replied, "now miss, could you please move along? Thanks."

The gay-loving Elizabeta smiled to herself and moved along, a little disappointed that the albino and the Austrian weren't gay. She was a strong feminist and loved social justice—and she certainly promoted open relationships. It made her sad to see people all closeted up. Seeing openly gay people—men and women alike—always made her delighted. She came off as a major yaoi lover, but she wasn't really. She just... loved equality... That's what she told herself anyways.

The carnival was bright and bustling with people, lights flashing and rides whizzing, games making people cry out in frustration and joy. Sakura was quiet but enthusiastic and Lars laughed as she dragged him to go play games even though they lost most of them. When they won a fishing game against some kids, Sakura gave the teddy bear she won to one of her competitors.

Gilbert was jealous, to say the least. As he watched this simple, beautiful, yet perfect relationship between Lars and Sakura unfold before his eyes, he felt a bud of jealousy grow in his heart. He wanted a perfect relationship—heck, just a relationship, really. He tried to not let it drag his mood downwards.

Gilbert, you're not a third wheel, he thought to himself as Lars and Sakura gave each other a small peck on the lips after they bought cotton candy, you are a unicycle and they are your majestic training wheels.

Gilbert turned to a grumpy Matt, who had been sulking since Sakura and Lars had begun to act lovey-dovey. Matt wanted to hang out with his friend but ended up being a third wheel with Gilbert. Gilbert decided to lighten the mood.

"Heyyy Matt," Gilbert moved beside his colleague, matching his walking speed as they walked behind the soon-to-be-married couple, "are you grumpy because you're lonely? I know you're lonely—"

"I am not lonely, Gilb—"

"Yes you are," Gilbert put his arm around Matt's shoulders, "so I'm going to be your boyfriend!"

"What—"

"You know you want me," Gilbert winked, and Matt tried to shove his arm off, but suddenly a woman stuck her head awkwardly between the two.

"Gotcha!"

"What?" Gilbert and Matt asked in unison, confused, sliding apart to face the longhaired woman with bright eyes.

"I found gay people at last!" She cheered, a couple heads turned, but Matt glared at them and they turned away.

"We're not gay," Matt seethed, but Gilbert put a hand in front of his 'boyfriend's' mouth, and told her enthusiastically that indeed, they were.

"Oh, you are so cute!" She squealed, "My name is Elizabeta and I recently moved here to work at the hospital. Who are you?"

"We are Matt and Gilbert, paramedics!" Gilbert said proudly as Matt's face burned in shame. He slapped Gilbert's hand away as it tried to snake around his waist.

"We're not gay! He's lying," Matt jerked his thumb in Gilbert's direction, "don't listen to him."

"Sure," Elizabeta said sarcastically, not believing him, "well, you two are cute, I hope to see you around!"

With that, the cheery Elizabeta walked off to enjoy the carnival.

"You ass!" Matt slapped Gilbert as Lars and Sakura walked up to them, clearly amused. They had been hiding behind a popcorn stand, watching the scene unfold. Lars decided Gilbert was really a good guy, and he noticed that Matt seemed a little less violent since Gilbert had arrived in his life.

Matt was clearly cleaning up a bit more lately by taking more showers, brushing out his hair and shaving (and Lars thought he could see a lack of a unibrow). He stopped wearing his glasses and began wearing his contact lenses once more, which was a pretty big deal, as he always claimed they were too much of a hassle.

Matt was laughing a lot more and his slaps were less painful, and Lars could clearly see that he'd begun to eat properly again since Gilbert had moved in, and that the Canadian stood just a little straighter and kept his chin just a little higher up. So Gilbert was a hooligan and Matt had to practically babysit him… But he was a pretty good influence nonetheless, apparently. The physical signs were showing improvement, but did the physical body reflect the healing of badly wounded emotions?

Lars smiled as the two men continued to bicker, wrapping his arm around Sakura and following them as Gilbert insisted to go on a children's ride with Matt, who heavily protested but eventually gave in to Gilbert's wishes.

This night was turning out to be pretty great.

"That was so much fun!" Gilbert exclaimed again (as he had been the whole way home from the carnival) once Matt had locked the door behind them.

"Yes, okay, great," Matt pulled off his jacket and shoes, "now go to bed, it's already midnight."

"Wow what a party-pooper," Gilbert whined childishly, but then grinned and thanked Matt for the awesome night (again).

"No problem," Matt smiled tiredly. He retired to his own room after a quick teeth-brushing session and after changing into his pyjamas, uttered a quiet goodnight down the hall, which Gilbert returned, and he settled into his bed, content, falling asleep quickly.

Gilbert waited until he could hear Matt snoring away and then padded down the dark room to the entrance. He hit his leg against a stool and suppressed a hiss of pain, then listened for Matt's snoring. It had stopped… But then resumed. Gilbert breathed a sigh of relief, his heart pounding as he went out into the hallway of the apartment complex.

He didn't even have to knock on Carla's door when she opened it and dragged him in, shutting the door and pinning him against the wall.

NSFW START

"You're late babe," she murmured dangerously in his ear.

"Y-yeah," Gilbert said as her hand travelled up his shirt, "I know."

Carla quickly led Gilbert to her bedroom, and pulled off Gilbert's shirt, exposing his pale skin.

"Hot damn," she murmured and winked as Gilbert's ears turned pink. She moved in and felt Gilbert's hands slide up her back and Carla removed her top easily, and they began their kiss, slowly leaning onto the bed. They hastened to remove the rest of their clothing.

"Got any condoms?"

"Shit," Gilbert swore as he started to sit up, but Carla stopped him and pushed him down gently. Carla patted his head and reached into her nightstand.

"I am always prepared," she winked.

"Ready?" Gilbert asked once he'd put the condom on quickly, ready to take her. She simply kissed an approval, and away they went.

"That was good," Gilbert laughed, and Carla giggled along.

"Thanks Gilbert," Carla grabbed his hand, and he breathed, "no problem."
Once they regained their breath and Gilbert rolled the condom off throwing it in her garbage, he dressed (with her help, as he was still weak in the knees), and she helped him to her front door.

NSFW END

"Thanks Gilbert!" She murmured softly. It was around 1:00 AM. Gilbert nodded and planted a kiss on her lips before winking and slowly entering Matt's apartment.

"No strings," Gilbert winked one more time and disappeared with the door closing behind him.

Carla sat on her still-warm bed. They agreed no strings attached... But the man was handsome. Besides, she wanted Matt. She scolded herself.

"Just go to bed," she muttered, and fell soundly asleep within a matter of minutes.

When Gilbert turned around once he'd shut the door softly, without even a click to be heard, the lights flickered on, nearly blinding him, and he groaned as he saw Matt leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he glared. He'd been caught red-handed.

"Did you have fun?" Matt asked sarcastically, and Gilbert thought one word, and one word only:

Shit.

The next morning, Matt pounded his fist violently against Carla's door, and she opened up a few moments later, confused. Without any warning, Matt dragged her into his apartment and sat her on the couch beside a red-faced Gilbert. Gilbert didn't even look up as she sat beside him. He had never been so ashamed.

"I know what you did," Matt said in a strict tone, and the adults in front of him didn't bother denying it, staying silent as they stared at their feet.

"You are not allowed to see each other for the rest of the time being, is that understood?"

"Yes," they replied in unison.

"Good. Now leave, Carla, and don't show your face around me again for the rest of the time Gilbert is here."

Carla stood up as fast as she could and scurried out of the room, completely ashamed and regretful. She could only imagine what would happen to Gilbert.

"Why did you do it?" Matt asked once he heard his apartment door close. Gilbert didn't look up.

"Why did you do it?" Matt asked again, a little louder, "Answer me!" This time Gilbert looked up shamefully, and pressed his lips in a tight line.

"Answer me!"

"I-I don't know," Gilbert finally choked out, "I guess she kind of… I… I'm sorry Matt. You could call her a femme fatale, I guess. I didn't mean to do it—well, I wanted to—but I didn't want—no—I don't—" Gilbert couldn't express himself and Matt could see the tears in his eyes and Gilbert swallowed audibly. Gilbert was like a small child being scolded for something he thought was right or at least okay, and Matt felt some pity for him.

"Stop looking like that!" Matt whined childishly himself, looking away at Gilbert's pitiful expression, "Fine, I forgive you, you stupid bastard!"

"Yes!" Gilbert whooped in triumph and as he was jumping up, he was swiftly kneed in the groin and he fell over in pain.

"Don't do it ever again though, okay?" Gilbert nodded, as he lay curled up on the floor.

"What do you want to do?" Matt asked casually, as if his companion wasn't nearly crying from the pain. He walked over to make some breakfast.

"I don't know," Gilbert said as he collected himself painfully and stood, "but I have to meet a friend soon, so I could call him up and maybe we could go hang out with him for a bit."

"And this friend would be…?"

"Roderich, the guy at the ticket booth last night," Gilbert paused, "actually, wait, he has a concert we will see him at. He's pretty busy…" Gilbert dismissed the thought of meeting up with Roderich. The guy was really busy all the time.

"Huh… What kind of concert artist is he?" Matt asked as popped some bread into the toaster and got out some orange juice.

"He's a pianist who plays for charities," Gilbert sat on one of the two bar stools and watched Matt prepare their breakfast, "we were really close friends in university, but the bastard moved away before we could finish our history major."

"I see," Matt said, and the two lapsed into a comfortable silence.

The rest of the day was spent doing small errands, running into a few friends and enjoying the crisp weather, admiring the frost that had settled on the red and orange leaves—winter was coming prematurely, and soon the leaves would have to fall.

But nonetheless, the two got along peacefully for once as they went about their day together despite the morning skirmish. They didn't once revive the subject.

And so their day went.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Voilà!

So the NSFW was very much watered down compared to the original... heh. I might post, might not... Help me decide! A couple of you might be going "pfft! I've seen sooo much worse!" but keep in mind this is rated "T", which means: "Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes." So I had to make a very watered-down version.

We've met Roderich (Austria), Elizabeta (Hungary) and seen some Lars-Sakura, though not in detail. I'm not sure if I'll expand on it or not. I hope Elizabeta didn't come off as too much of a yaoi lover... who am I kidding. That's exactly what happened. Sorry about that...

There are so many unresolved mysteries! Fem!Spain, FACE family, GerIta, Austria's concert... But I've got it all to be tied up in the end! Don't worry!

There you have it, a double update. I'll try not to do it in the future again... but school happens. We'll see. Whenever I end up skipping an update, it is accumulative. So if I skipped, say, 5 updates, you'd get 5 updates (+1 for the day it uploads, so 6). I will make sure this doesn't happen.

~Awesome Maple