A/N: You guys make Preussen feel loved, y'know that~? QwQ

But I'd like you to know I was laughing my butt off reading those reviews (I'm such a bitch sometimes, amirite? )

ANYWHO~ On to the THRILLING CONCLUSION of Canada's birthday present~

Lol, NOT.

I got something better for you guys~ ;D


The thing that worried Matthew the most, was the fact that Gilbert was currently in his kitchen. Cooking. Not just cooking, oh no. Gilbert wouldn't just leave it at that.

He was cooking pancakes.

The young (ish) nation couldn't help but suppress a shudder as he remembered the mess of what happened last time Prussia decided to steal his kitchen in an attempt to make something edible. 'Almost as bad as Arthur…' He thought solemnly as he watched Gilbert fry up another pancake. 'At least he hasn't burned anything…yet'.

He sighed and turned back around on the couch so he was facing the TV screen again. Gilbert had barged in not even five minutes ago, a look of determination on his face as he shoved a box of pancake mix into his arms. The sheer energy rolling off of the man had him worried. When he offered to help with the cooking, the Prussian quickly shot him down. Gilbert had insisted that he do it himself ( because he was awesome enough to do it on his own ) and for "Mattie" to just sit and watch TV until he was done. Awesome people needed to concentrate, y'know?

Matthew fiddled idly with the corner of one of the couch pillows, wondering just what on earth Gilbert was up to. Yes, he had seen Gilbert energetic and hyper. No. He hadn't seen it to this degree.

He glanced back at the kitchen, fearful that Gilbert was going to set something on fire, but everything seemed to be going fine. Nothing smelled burnt yet, and the smell wafting into the living was rather…delicious.

Matthew gulped slightly. Not just delicious. Mouth watering. He quickly turned, staring blankly at the TV screen as a commercial popped up. He began fiddling with the remote, looking for a distraction.

Just as he settled on a good channel, however, Gilbert plopped down next to him and handed him a plate of pancakes drizzled with syrup.

"Here." He said, grinning. Matthew noted that Gilbert, although he tended to always look this way, seemed a tad bit more…mischievous than usual.

"O-oh. Thanks." Matthew gave it a good look over before actually taking the plate from the albino. "So why the sudden need to make pancakes?" He poked them idly.

Gilbert merely shrugged. "Part of your present I guess." He took a bite and continued. "Is bin ofer a week." He swallowed. "Figured I had to do somethin' to pay you back for being so late." He scooped up another bite.

Matthew scrunched up his nose slightly. He forgot to mention in his journal that although Gilbert did have a very…proper…way of eating, he always failed to swallow and then talk. "It's fine." He said softly, smiling slightly before digging into his own stack of mapley goodness. "I didn't really mind waiting. I was just curious. Besides," He waved his fork slightly in Gilbert's direction. "You were sick. You have a legitimate excuse."

Gilbert smiled rather crookedly. "Yeah. Quite a shame too…" He murmured before chuckling softly to himself and taking another bite.

They continued talking about nothing in particular. What Gilbert had been up to as of recent, what Matthew was having to do with parliament these days, and then eventually future plans for the week. It was about then that Gilbert had his idea of going to the ice cream parlor down the street thwarted when Matthew reminded him they had another world meeting to go to.

Gilbert let out a rather irritated curse. "Well damn." He mumbled. He stared down at his last bite.

"We could…uhm." Canada fumbled with his words slightly, wondering why Gilbert was so quiet all of a sudden. "We could just go afterwards." He said quickly. "I mean, it'll be a little late but-"

"Nah." Gilbert waved him off. "Just figured it'd be somethin' fun to do. You hardly ever leave the house unless I drag you off somewhere."

Matthew looked a little miffed at that. "I do to!" He set his fork down. "I just never leave when you're around." He sighed heavily looking down at his remaining few pieces of pancake. "So…uhm…" He pushed one of the pieces around, gathering some of the extra syrup that had pooled on the plate. "My birthday present…?" He said, rather hopefully as he looked up at Gilbert.

Gilbert arched his eyebrows and gave him a side long glance. "Right now?" He said, just before eating his last piece.

Matt duly noted the smirk starting to spread across Gilbert's face.

"I…I guess. I mean…If you wan- What's with that look?" Matthew stopped midsentence when Gilbert started staring at him. His smirk had grown into a full out grin.

"Nothing~" Gilbert sniggered as he set his plate down.

Matthew obviously didn't believe him. "Gil…" He frowned. "Seriously, that's kind of a creepy face. What-"

"You want your present?" Gilbert interrupted, swiveling in his seat next to Canada so he was facing him directly.

Matthew found it hard to swallow all of a sudden ( but that could in part be due to the maple syrup, he wasn't really sure ). He only nodded in response.

"Well? I need a yes or no." Gilbert inched a bit closer.

"I-I don't get…Gilbert can't you just-"

"I'm not telling you what it is, Mattie. Now either you want it, or you don't."

"Gilbert I-"

"Just answer the question, Mattie."

Matthew's cheeks flushed slightly. That nickname was starting to get a little embarrassing now ( and just when he thought he'd gotten used to it! ) He bit nervously on his bottom lip before finally answering. "S-sure."

Gilbert's grin suddenly turned feral and Matthew would have never expected what came next.

In a split second, Canada was pressed up against the couch cushions, Prussia looming over him. He let out a startled squeak when Gilbert leaned down, laughing. "Happy belated birthday, Mattie." He murmured coolly into the younger nation's ear. Matthew's eyes widened, his face a deep scarlet now.

"G-g-gilb-ber-," He was immediately silenced when Gilbert pressed their lips together.

The sweet taste of syrup was the first thing Matthew noticed on the kiss. The second was the fact that, unlike the wild and crazy man on top of him, it was soft and subtle. Gilbert didn't urge on more than was necessary.

He didn't expect his body to respond in such a way as it did. Perhaps it was the syrup, but for whatever reason, Matthew pulled down on Gilbert's shirt, urging the Prussian in closer. Gilbert was more than willing to comply with the silent request, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest.

And then it ended. (A/N: killjoy, I know. )

Matthew felt himself hoisted back into a sitting position, too dazed and short of breath to really know what was happening. He shook his head slightly to gain his bearings only to see Gilbert giving him the most peculiar look he had ever seen.

His red eyes were glinting with the same mischievous looks as before, however, they also held something else in those oddly coloured irises. What It was, Matthew wasn't sure.

What he was sure of was that he was spewing out a butt-load of French and English mixed together. And he couldn't stop it. "I-pardone- s-s-s-sorry~ I mean! I- C-c-c-c'est-" Gilbert started laughing when Matthew finally gave up and clamped a hand over his mouth. He started shaking his head side to side, staring wide-eyed at the Prussian.

"I've…" He coughed nervously. "I've gotta go…erm…do…something…" Matthew rolled off the couch ( literally rolled ) and hoisted himself to his feet unevenly. It was hard to think straight when his face felt so hot. He also found it hard to walk straight. He could barely hear Gilbert's mad fit of laughter because of the sound of his own heartbeat as he stumbled towards the bathroom.

And once he was in said room, Matthew quickly squished himself in between the toilet and the bathtub ( he managed to knock off a leather book from the bathroom counter, but he didn't pay much mind to it). Cradling his head in his hands as he stared at the tiled floor, taking in a shaky breath. He squeaked softly when he smelled, and tasted, the maple syrup still left over from that…that…

…that wonderful kiss…

His cheeks immediately flared up again and he let out a slight groan.

This was going to be a long week…

July 11

Would you believe me if I said It's about three o'clock in the afternoon and I still haven't left the bathroom…?

I wonder if Gilbert ever-

Gah!

DAMN THAT MAN!!!

Canada tossed the cursed book across the floor, his cheeks a bright pink with just the mention of his name.

Yes….This most definitely WAS going to be a long week…If he could ever get the courage to leave his own bathroom that was…

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy~ :D I'm definitely looking forward to what you guys have to say about this one, seeing as it's not (entirely) done in journal format, but hey. I don't think Mattie would ever be able to write something like THAT down on paper ( even if it WAS in a journal )

Just a few side notes that I probably should have mentioned earlier in the story:
1) Spelling errors~ :D There's probably a ton in the whole story itself, but I'm not gonna fix them until I actually FINISH it. (( lol, lazy, I know )) Until then, just…say it…erm…ADDS TO THE REALISM. :D
2) Alfred doesn't entirely HATE Gilbert (( as a matter of fact, I can see them getting along eventually )) But although he DID help out America during the Revolutionary War, I can see Alfred not very much liking Gilbert for his harsh military training (( even if it did get all those men prepared for war ))
3) There is no three, I just thought I'd waste a few more moments of your time.

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