Sleeping Cutie
It was silent for a few moments until Ludwig cut in. "Oh, yes, Matthew; Gilbert mentioned something earlier about liking older men. What did he mean?"
Matthew blushed deep red as the aforementioned albino laughed boisterously. "I... uh… I'm sort of… One-hundred and sixteen years old…" The blonde prince blushed deeper.
"Excuse me?" The Germanic prince looked perplexed. "How does one come to be one-hundred sixteen and look as young as you do?"
"I was… sleeping for a very long time. The person who put me to sleep was already one-hundred twenty-three when I was born. He should be dead by now." Matthew scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Who puts another to sleep for so long," Elizabeta asked, intrigued.
"Ah, well… he had planned to kill me, but the Angel put me to sleep instead," the French prince responded, glad the king and queen were not partaking in the conversation.
"Who is he," Ludwig asked, being pulled into it more than he would have liked.
Matthew couldn't bring himself to say that dreaded name, so he looked to Gilbert for help. "Ivan the Terrible Death," Gilbert answered gravely. His husband paled at the name. There was a sharp intake of breath from the king.
All eyes were on him, looking for an explanation. "Ivan was, uh, killed by some of my men some twenty-odd years ago. They burned his ashes and what-not; the Brittania Angel took care of details."
Immediately, Gilbert growled, "Don't mention that bastard by name." It was almost like a reflex answer!
"Who is bastard," questioned a smooth, accented voice from the opposite end of the dining table. Gilbert glared. Brittania looked over to Matthew. "Nice to see you, lad. I hope Gilbert hasn't done anything to upset you recently." Matthew shook his head quickly. "Okay, then. Anyways, Matthew, you left Kumajiro behind. What have I told about leaving without him?"
"To not to," the blonde mumbled. "It's unsafe. Come Kuma," he called out, as if it were protocol. Almost instantly, the bear appeared next to his master. Gilbert scooted his chair further away from the creepy bear.
"Who," the bear asked. The queen and Elizabeta yelped when they saw the little bear talk.
Matthew sighed. "I'm Matthew, the one who feeds you. Honestly, Kumasauce."
"I thought it was Kumajiro," the Hungarian wondered aloud, getting over her earlier shock. "He's adorable, by the way."
"Oh, is it? I can never remember. Kumapolis never seems to remember me, either." Gilbert rolled his eyes at Matthew's forgetfulness; he had long since learned to ignore the blonde's names for the bear. They were never the same, though the "Kuma" part stayed constant. "Isn't that right, Kuma?"
"Hungry," it replied, and not a second to soon; the fourth course—steak—was out. Matthew felt bad at the wasted food no one seemed to be eating, but Kuma seemed happy eating everyone's leftovers.
"Don't let him pig himself out, lad," Brittania cut in.
"He's fine, mom," Gilbert said, sarcastically. "Matthew knows when the bear has had enough."
"You bloody twit, I'm just reminding him! Don't make me punish you again? Maybe twenty years with no one around?"
"You damn bastard, you didn't have to subject us to ten years alone? What sort of sick ass does that to people regularly? Apparently you," the albino prince outburst. "It really screws with people's heads, fucker." He glared at the angel.
"If I didn't do that you would have stayed the same asshat you were barely a week ago! And you wouldn't have fallen in love with dear Matthew. You should be on your knees giving me your thanks a billion times over!" By now, Brittania had stomped over to Gilbert and looked as if he were to slap him.
"What is this about punishment and ten years," the queen asked, finally speaking after Matthew's outburst.
Matthew was the one to answer, surprisingly. "Well, when Gilbert woke me up I kind of slapped him," he started, and was surprised when Elizabeta made a pleased expression. "We got off on the wrong foot. We pretty much hated each other, so the Angel subjected us to ten years solitary confinement; time ran differently for us. It wasn't until the third week in that we could stand talking to each other. And, uh, yeah, we got married." An awkward pause. "Also, my parents should be showing up in a few days."
From that point onwards, dinner became a quiet affair. It went off without another hitch. They ate in silence, the Angel not having to eat and the couple sharing and giving Kuma whatever they didn't eat.
Dinner had just dispersed and Gilbert once again dragged Matthew off into the castle. Thankfully for the blonde, it wasn't far.
"Now, Birdie," Gilbert said, for once in a hushed tone. "You've gotta be super quiet or else he'll stop." The albino led them into the grand ballroom of the castle. Pink marble covered the floor and blue marble made up the walls with white pillars scattered along the room. It made one think they had stepped onto clouds.
At the opposite end of the room was a pure white grand piano with obsidian and ivory keys. Someone was seated at the piano and looked as if he was just finished warming up. The man seated had dark brown hair with an odd curl sticking out, though Matthew was one to talk with his own curl. He wore glasses and had a mole on his chin. He began playing and it was a sweet trilling tune that spoke of young love.
It was the most perfect thing the French prince had ever heard. Matthew snapped out of his trance when his husband pulled him into a waltz that swept him off his feet and made him feel weightless. It was like he really was dancing on clouds in this magical ballroom.
"Matt," Gilbert whispered. "I love you." The albino man smiled the uncharacteristic smile he put on anytime he was sincerely happy.
Matthew loved seeing it.
"I love you, too, Gil," he replied, a sweet smile made its way onto his face. The smile was sweeter than the cotton candy room around him.
And they danced on, living happily ever after… sort of.
The End.
A/N: So, uh, Merry (belated) Slaughter the Turkeys and Eat Day! I hope y'all are still stuffed!
And, yes, it is the end, so, uh, yeah! Been a nice little journey! Buuuuuuuut Imma add a little tag chapter tomorrow coz I simply hate odd numbers. XD It'll probably be tying up some loose ends.
Thanks, everyone, I love you, too!
