Disclaimer: It's late, I have nothing witty. I DON'T OWN HETALIA. Or Twix.

"Hey!" Alfred said, dragging Arthur over to a gun. "I used to have one of these!" He said.

Arthur looked at the American as if he had gone a bit insane.

But given, he was already insane, so Arthur shrugged it off. "You used to have one? A war relic from the seventeen hundreds?"

Alfred nodded, and let go of Arthur's arm (when did he grab it?) "Yeah!" He said. "I think it's still in the storage room. I'll have to ask Mattie."

"You just keep a gun in your storage room?"

"Well, yeah. Where else would I put it? In a safe?"

Arthur shook his head and mumbled something about 'bloody Americans' .

But they went on about their…

IT WASN'T A DATE! No, why would you think that? Because if it was a date, then Alfred would have asked me come with him…

Well who the bloody hell goes to the museum for a date?

Besides Feli and Ludwig.

A couple walked past Arthur, hand in hand and laughing. And besides them.

He spotted another couple making out in the corner. And another one sitting on the bench. And a pair of old folks walking along slowly…

WHAT THE HELL? What's with all the couples?

Needless to say, the rest of the day was rather painful for Arthur.

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So after Matthew's general freak out, and Gilbert's many tries at grabbing said Canadian's ass, they decided to leave, because it was getting a bit cold out, besides the fact that it was almost July.

They went out to a little restaurant on the beach. It was packed, being a Sunday night. Gilbert and Mattie managed to find a spot at the bar. After a long wait and quite a few drinks, their food finally arrived.

But by that time, they were both completely wasted.

"MATTIE! WHERE'D YOU GO?"

"I'm right here! You're…You're un con!"

"A What?"

"An Asshole!"

"Speaking of ass…"

"NO! GIL!"

Gilbert ordered two more beers. "Aw, fine. But you have to drink this."

Matthew eyed the beer suspiciously. "Why?"

"Because you need to be drunk enough."

"Drunk enough for what?"

"This." Gilbert leaned over and practically ate Matthew's face off.

Matthew was fine with it at first…but then he realized how much Gilberts mouth tasted like beer. And how his own mouth tasted like beer.

How many did I have? Five? I don't feel to good… Oh god…I really don't feel good!

And then Matthew introduced Gilberts shoes to his dinner.

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By the time the museum was closing, Arthur was close to a mental breakdown. The whole time, he was comparing himself and Alfred to random passing-by couples. And they fit.

A perfect match.

Alfred would ask where Arthur wanted to go next. He grabbed onto his arm, opened doors, smiled, joked around. He kept talking about school, and summer classes. He talked about Matthew, and he asked Arthur about his life.

AND ARTHUR ANSWERED BACK.

Even when Alfred asked if he was a virgin.

WHAT THE HELL?

Why would someone ask that? Of course Arthur had said yes. He was a virgin. But the second that slipped out of his mouth, he regretted it. But freaking oblivious Alfred just got distracted by something shiny, and he dragged Arthur over to go look at it.

It's like it didn't matter to him if Arthur had said yes or no.

And for some odd reason, that bothered Arthur.

So, while they were walked down the cobblestone sidewalk, their shadows growing and shrinking with the street lamps, Arthur opened his stupid little mouth and asked:

"So, are you a virgin, Alfred?"

"Yep!" Alfred answered immediately.

"Oh. Okay." Arthur looked down, trying not to so much as glance at the man walking beside him.

But he had no reason to fret, because, after all, this was Alfred we were talking about.

"Artie! I forgot! Dinner!"

"Huh?"

"We should grab something to eat!"

Arthur shook his head. "I don't have any money." He felt embarrassed, but as he watched Alfred turn out his pockets, even in that stupid brown bomber jacket, his worries frazzled away.

Alfred was a college student. He wasn't exactly loaded.

"Oh." Alfred said, coming up with a paper clip, a piece of candy, and the book he bought earlier.

"Well!" He said, beginning to unwrap the candy bar. "We'll have to make do until we get home!" He split the thing in half, and held one side to Arthur.

"No thanks." Arthur said, pushing away Alfred's hand.

"You don't like Twix?" He asked, an expression that mirrored that of someone who was just told their mother died.

"I've never had it."

"YOU'VE NEVER EATEN TWIX?" Alfred screamed.

"Alfred! Hush! Some people might be sleeping!"

"YOU HAVE TO TRY IT NOW!" Alfred continued, ignoring Arthur's nagging.

Arthur shook his head and looked away, crossing his arms. "No."

"Please Artie?"

"No."

Alfred literally got down on his knees, and grabbed Arthur's hand with his free one. He held aloft the candy bar like it was some precious jewel. He looked into Arthur's green eyes, his best kicked-puppy expression. "Please, Artie?"

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No. No. Don't do it. Just don't look! Yes! This will work- Shit. Okay…resist…resist…c'mon, Arthur old boy you can do this…I can do this…Shit. I can't do this.

Arthur grabbed the now melted chocolate bar and stuffed it in his mouth. Alfred let loose something close to a 'fan girl scream'. He jumped up and pulled the Brit to his chest.

"Aw! Thanks Artie!"

'Artie' continued chewing angrily. Almost…relaxing against Alfred.

Alfred, who had chosen to be oblivious all day, noticed. He smiled and rubbed the blonde's back. He chuckled to himself quietly, blaming it on the chocolate.

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Gilbert walked towards his apartment. He shared it with Francis, Antonio, and a recently added Romano. It was pretty big, but Matthew would have to sleep in his bed, because usually Romano made Antonio sleep on the couch. Unless they were….yeah.

So, Gilbert made his way up the stairs with Matthew over his shoulder, completely passed out. He unlocked the door and immediately went to his room, throwing Matthew on his bed.

Then he took off his shoes and took a shower.

Once he dressed in a pair of sweatpants, he went to the kitchen to grab a snack, only to find a certain Frenchman there.

He was sitting at the table, his hands folded in front of him. "So. You are home."

"Yeah…" Gilbert said, grabbing a bag of Doritos and sitting across from Francis.

"What, precisely, have you been doing all night?"

"Francis, it's nine O' clock."

Francis shook his head. "Don't avoid the question!"

"I was out with Mattie!"

"AHA!" Francis stood up, pointing his finger accusingly. "I KNEW IT!"

"No shit Sherlock. You were there when I asked him out."

"…"

"…"

"oh."

Gilbert faced-palmed, actually face-palmed, for the first time in his life. "I'm going to bed."

"Bonne Nuit!" Francis cried with a wave, happily strolling to his room.

Gilbert sighed, passing Antonio on the couch, flipping through the t.v. channels.

"Night Antonio."

"¡Buenas noches!"

Gilbert entered his room, patted Gilbird in his nest, and curled up next to Mattie, his buzz already fading.

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Arthur pulled away, much to Alfred's disappointment. He liked hugging Arthur. He was cute!

"It was okay." Arthur told him.

At first, the American thought he was talking about the hug. But then he realized he was referring to the chocolate. He had completely forgotten about the candy.

And he NEVER forgets about candy.

"Hmmm…" Alfred said, beginning to walk to his house again.

Arthur followed him, nagging him about how chocolate is bad for you, and blah blah blah.

When they finally got home, Alfred made some canned soup and they ate in silence.

After dinner, he and Arthur watched some movie about football. It was around eleven by the time it was over.

Arthur was curled up next to Alfred, his head on the American's shoulder.

Alfred turned off the T.V. and shifted so he could sleep too.

And soon, he was closing his eyes.

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Hey guys. Do you know how late it is?

Not late at all.

But I need to be getting to bed, I have school tomorrow. And I need to take a shower...

So, I didn't proofread this before posting. This poured straight out of my mind and onto the screen, so sorry if it doesn't make any sense. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I'll get back to you ASAP.

Thanks for reading, my pretties! And Your little reviews too!

Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!

-Mallory