Olympic Fever
Breather
Goodness, I'm so sorry for the delay. In my defence, this chapter is long. The longest of them all. Bow before me, now.
Whoever finds the hint to one of my future stories wins a cookie.
Characters: France, Canada, Prussia
Rating: T+ for Francis and for sweet moments between Matthew and Gilbert
Warnings: Beach, sun, lots of fluff and other cute things.
Disclaimer: I HAVE ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT WEEEE! P.S. I had written France's dialogue in mostly English, but when I started typing, it felt too awkward so I changed it back to French, sorry! This chapter could almost be a story on its own…
Olympic Fever
Breather
Not before long, March the fourth came along and Matthew and Gilbert left for their little vacation. They took the plane out of Vancouver early in the morning and arrived at their destination late in the afternoon. The weather was drastically different than in British Columbia, but the change was welcomed.
When they got their luggage, they exited the airport and found a small man holding up a cardboard sign with Matthew's and Gilbert's names on it. The two were somewhat surprised, but walked up to him nonetheless.
"You are Mr. Williams?" The man asked in a thick French accent, when they got close to him.
"Er, yes, I am, who are you?" Canada asked him timidly. Prussia seized the man up with his eyes and readied himself to intervene if need be.
"Ah, I was sent out by Monsieur Bonnefoy. He told me to come pick you up and bring you to his villa. I am his driver, follow me." Gilbert and Matthew exchanged a look between the two of them, before shrugging and following the man to the fancy looking cab.
"Did Francis tell you he was letting us use his villa?" The Canadian asked him, once they sat down in the back seat.
"No, he didn't. I guess it might have slipped his mind."
"Have you ever been to St-Martin?" The chauffeur asked from the front. They answered in the negative and the man told them they would have a splendid time over here. The ride to the place wasn't all that long and they were too busy looking at the foliage to really pay attention to anything else. The palm trees were tall and green, the ocean's water was a clear blue and the sand was pristine white.
When the car stopped, they turned away from the window to look at the villa. They weren't surprised France owned this place. The building was grand and luxurious. It looked very much like the places in Francis' homeland. The villa was imposing and made of white bricks. There were three floors to the place and the grounds were quite lovely as well. The backyard led to its own private beach and there was more foliage as well. The driver helped them with their luggage and then gave them his number if they needed it for anything.
Once he was gone, Prussia and Canada started looking around the estate. Matthew was pleased to see the fridge was stocked and the pantry was bursting with food. After exploring the main floor, they made their way to the first floor and just as they were about to enter the bedroom, the phone started ringing. The two of them glanced at each other, before Gilbert went to pick up the phone he saw in the corridor, next to a small table.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Prusse! Je suis content que vous soyez là. Tout c'est bien passé pour vous deux?"/ "Ah, Prussia! I am happy you're here. Everything went well for the two of you?"
"Francis, it's you. Yeah, the flight went well. Thanks for the heads up on the villa, by the way."
"Ah, merde! Je suis désolé. J'ai oublié de te le mentionner. Comment trouves-tu la place?"/ "Ah, damn! I'm sorry. I forgot to mention it. How do you find the place?"
"It's great! Matt really loves it, the weather's good, it's quiet, there's no one shouting about Team USA or Team Something or Other." Prussia looked around and Canada signalled to him he was going to change into something more weather appropriate.
"C'est bien. Je suis heureux que vous aimiez la place. J'ai pris la liberté de faire nettoyer la maison pour vous et j'ai fait remplir le réfrigérateur. Si tu veux bien aller dans la chambre de bain, je leurs ai demandé de laisser un petit quelque chose dont je pense vous aurez besoin."/ "That's good. I'm happy you like the place. I took the liberty to have the place cleaned for you and I stocked up the food supplies. If you would just go to the bathroom, now, I asked them to leave you two a little something I thought you might need." Gilbert walked to the bathroom, side stepping Matthew, who was rummaging in one of their suitcases for a shirt, and opened the door his friend had mentioned. He immediately closed it shut when he saw what was in there.
"Tu as trouvé?"/ "Did you find it?" France had the nerve to ask. "Je me suis dit que ce serait pratique pour vous d'avoir du lubrifiant en surplus, au cas où vous en auriez pas apporté assez. Les bouteilles devraient être placées par ordre alphabétique de saveur. Si tu ouvres le tiroir en-dessous, tu trouveras des boîtes de c-"/ "I told myself it would be practical for the two of you to have extra lube, in case you didn't bring enough. They're placed in alphabetical order by flavour. If you open the drawer beneath it, you'll find boxes of c-"
"Francis, if you value our friendship and your life, you will not finish that sentence." Prussia growled out. His face turned scarlet and he tried to keep his awesome demeanour, but this conversation was making him uncomfortable. He normally wasn't one that would keep his sexual exploits a secret, but with Matthew, he liked keeping them private. There was also the fact that even though Francis was one of his best friends, he was also Matthew's father, in a way, and having his best friend hint at his friend's sexual life that he had with his son was rather disconcerting, to say the least.
"D'accord, d'accord, calme toi, je ne dirais plus un mot. Je vous laisse en amoureux maintenant, bonnes vacances!"/ "Alright, alright, calm down, I won't say a word. I'll leave you two alone now, have a nice time!" Before Prussia could say another word, France hung up the phone. Gilbert shook his head at his friend's antics and returned to the bedroom, where he found Canada wearing grey shorts and a colourful Hawaiian shirt.
"I'm surprised Francis didn't want to talk to me, he usually does." Matthew told him, as he started putting their clothes in the various drawers.
"I didn't give him the chance to, sorry." The younger of the two gave him a questioning look, but when Prussia didn't elaborate, he returned to putting the socks away. Gilbert took a seat on the bed. He watched his lover putter around for a while, before he decided he too should change into something much more appropriate. He dug out a pair of crop pants and the first short sleeved shirt he could find and swapped his clothes.
"D'you wanna go see the grounds outside?" Prussia asked his companion, after a while more of looking at him put things away. Canada stopped for a moment, before nodding. Matthew took his digital camera with him, before the two of them left for their little exploring adventure.
They ended up taking a nice walk along the beach and taking a few pictures as well. Canada was completely radiant with joy and it made Prussia happy to know that he did something good for his lover.
On their way back from the walk, the time difference between Vancouver and this tropical paradise finally seemed to have caught up with Canada. He leaned against Prussia's side for support. Gilbert linked their hands together and the walk back was done mostly in silence. When they arrived at the villa, Prussia made them supper, because Canada looked about ready to crash at any moment.
After their meal, the two of them retired to the bedroom and found France had fine taste in bed linens. Matthew changed the sheets beforehand, because he didn't trust his father figure when it came to matters related to a bed. Matthew snuggled up to Gilbert's side and before the Prussian even turned out the bedside lamp off, the younger man was out like a light.
The following morning, Gilbert woke up to the sound of waves and tropical birds singing in the distance. He opened his eyes and frowned when he didn't immediately recognize his settings, until he remembered he was on a small island in the south. When he turned around to face his lover, he found a piece of paper on the pillow instead. He sat up and took the note between his hands.
"I was too impatient to go to the beach so I left without you, sorry. There's breakfast on top of the stove. Meet me at the beach when you're ready.
Love, Matt."
Prussia folded the note and put it in his wallet for safekeeping with the others. He then changed into a bathing suit, before going to the kitchen, where he found a pile of Belgian waffles waiting for him. He ate them quickly and when he was done, he left the villa to go and find his lover.
It didn't take much time to find him, since the beach was private and reserved for those who were staying at the villa. Hence, Gilbert knew the man lounging under the parasol on his stomach, with his legs swinging in mid air, was none other than Matthew. Prussia walked to the spot where the rather large beach chair was placed and when he got to it, he took one of Matthew's feet in his hand and started massaging it. Canada tensed up at first, but when he turned around and saw it was only Gilbert, he relaxed visibly and returned to laying his head on his folded arms.
"Good morning to you."
"Good morning, liebling." Gilbert replied, murmuring the words close to Matthew's sole, causing him to shiver slightly. Prussia smirked a little and continued massaging the foot, moving down to the heel and then the calf.
"Mmh, Gil." Matthew moaned, by the time the other man reached his knee. The Canadian man turned on his back and it didn't help that Prussia started kissing every spot his hands left as well.
By the time Gilbert reached his groin and placed a kiss over there as well, Matthew draped his arm loosely around Gilbert's shoulders and his hand tangled itself in the older man's pale locks. When he finally reached the younger man's face, he was pulled close for a searing kiss and Gilbert could taste the rum punch Matthew made himself earlier.
When they broke away for some air, Prussia looked at Canada's flushed face. He brought his hand to the other's face and caressed it with the pad of his thumb. Matthew brought his own hand down and put it on top of Gilbert's. The two of them looked into each other's eyes and smiled.
"Je t'aime."/ "I love you." Canada murmured against his palm. Prussia smiled at him and pulled him closer. They laid side by side under the parasol, until Matthew asked him if he put on any sunscreen.
"No, I didn't bother to, I don't believe in that stuff." Canada frowned at him.
"Gil, that's not good and you have such fair skin, you're going to burn up and then you won't be able to move around for a while."
"But sunscreen is not awesome and I don't do un-awesome things."
"Alright then, don't come crying to me when you look like Antonio's ripest tomatoes." With that said Matthew got up and sauntered off to the water. He didn't waste much time, before throwing himself in it. Prussia watched him for a moment, before looking at the tube of sunscreen left behind. He took the foreign object in his hand and opened it. Immediately, he was assaulted by the foul smell of coconuts, so he closed it quickly and threw it back on the beach chair. He then ran after his lover and tackled him back under the water, when he got close enough.
They spent the majority of the rest of the day goofing off in the water. Matthew found some snorkelling equipment in the closet and they had fun looking at the different schools of fish and other sea life that was hidden in the water.
Near the end of the afternoon, they returned to the villa for a late lunch. Canada made them some sandwiches, served with cold beer and when he patted Prussia's shoulder on the way to his seat, the older man hissed out at the contact. Matthew looked closer and realized that, just as he predicted, Gilbert had sunburnt all over.
"Whatever am I going to do with you?" The Canadian sighed out, after he finished his meal and after Gilbert realized Matthew hadn't been lying, sunburns really killed.
"Love me tenderly and take care of the awesome me?" He chanced.
"You're lucky I do care about you, or else I would leave you suffer. Come upstairs, I know what to do." He first ordered him to take a cold shower, or bath, whichever was less painful, and then told him to lie on his stomach. What came next, Gilbert wasn't expecting. Something gooey and cool was being squirted onto his back. It was a strange sensation, but with Matthew's feather light touch, the feeling was divine to his skin. When Canada was done with his shoulders, he made Prussia drink two glasses of cold water and then he continued applying the aloe Vera to his back.
By the time he was done, Gilbert was snoring softly into the mattress. Matthew smiled to himself, before kissing the corner of Prussia's mouth and leaving him to rest.
The following two days were spent visiting the two sides of the island. Canada bought a hat for Prussia, while they were visiting the French side of the island so he wouldn't get sunstroke. (Gilbert no longer complained about sun protection being un-awesome.)
The second day, they spent it visiting the Dutch side of the place and they met up with a local who showed them around. Matthew kept on thinking she looked familiar, but ultimately, he let it be.
They ended up having supper at one of the many restaurants on the main street and then walked along the roads that were crowded with locals and tourists alike. They went to a bar for drinks, and by the time they returned to the villa, Matthew was laughing at everything Gilbert was saying and the Prussian man was making funny faces and imitating his brother.
When they woke up the following morning, they were tangled within the linens and not quite on the bed. At least, they had a good time. Prussia's back still hurt him because of the sunburn, but with Canada giving him aloe Vera massages, everything was good.
On the fifth day, they returned to the beach. Prussia made sure to apply as much sunscreen as he could he wore a kerchief on his head. He was glad this was private property, because he felt he looked completely stupid, even though Matthew kept on telling him he looked good with a bandana.
That night, Prussia made them a special picnic and brought Canada to a small clearing on the grounds. The water was calm and the moon shone brightly on the surface. They could hear the crickets chirping and the weather wasn't too hot or too muggy. Gilbert set up their little picnic, while Matthew sat down and observed their surroundings.
Canada was impressed by the set up and the effort Prussia put into it. He was deeply touched and found it quite romantic. They dined under the stars and enjoyed each other's company. Once they were done, they walked back along the shoreline, hand in hand, shoving at each other playfully, until Gilbert tripped on an uprooted tree root and went falling into the water.
The basket shot out of his hands and landed on the sand, safe from the water. Matthew couldn't stop himself from laughing, when he saw Gilbert emerge with seaweed dangling from his head and patches of sand covering him up.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" Matthew continued laughing, while Gilbert got up and ran after the younger man. When the Canadian noticed his lover wasn't sprawled in the sand anymore and he was fast approaching, he broke out in a run.
"You'll never get me, seaweed man!" The younger of the two shouted. He ran as fast as he could, the both of them laughing to stitches, but the flooring was uneven and Matthew tripped along a few times, until Gilbert caught up to him. When he did, he picked up the younger man and walked into the water. Matthew tried to defend himself through his peels of laughter, but it didn't work.
"Don't you dare drop me in the water, Gilbert!"
"Don't worry, I won't drop you, I'll toss you!" Prussia declared, before tossing him into the water. Matthew didn't resurface immediately and Gilbert feared his lover drowned, Matthew then sprung out and jumped on him. They pushed at each other for a while until Canada kissed his partner in the hopes of stopping him from throwing more sand down his shirt. However, Prussia only brought him closer to his body and deepened the kiss.
They let the waves guide them back to the shore, where Gilbert found the abandoned picnic basket. He rummaged through it for a moment, before finding the large blanket they sat on before. Once he placed the blanket on the floor, Prussia pulled Canada back to him and they became an entanglement of limbs, as hands reached out to peel off their shirts and explore familiar territory.
There was an unfamiliar saltiness on their bodies, but they were too caught up in their moment to really notice. Gilbert was glad they were on private property, since no one could hear them.
When they were done, Matthew pulled Gilbert to him and kissed him tenderly, before looking straight into those ruby red eyes he loved so much and smiling at him. The ex-nation returned the smile and the kiss, after looking in the depth of those violet eyes. Canada snuggled up to him and the two observed the vast expanse of the sky and the stars for a moment, blissfully content.
After a few more minutes passed, Matthew suggested they go back to the villa, because the salt and the sand were starting to get to him. They wrapped towels around their waists, since their clothes were soaked and cold, before picking up their things and heading back to the place.
Matthew decided they should shower together, since the water supply was finicky on the island and Gilbert should have seen it coming, but he didn't and the moment they were both towel less, the younger man pinned him to the shower wall and what should have been a simple shower to wash off sand and salt turned into something much more sensual.
By the time they were done, they were both left panting and completely sated. Matthew was putty in Gilbert's hands, so he helped him rinse the last of the soap suds from his body, before closing off the water and towelling themselves off.
Once they were both dry and clad in briefs, Gilbert led Matthew to the bedroom where he tucked him in, before spooning behind him. It took the moment for Prussia to murmur "I love you" and Canada was fast asleep.
The following day was their last full day in St-Martin and they spent it at the beach. They had drinks by the shoreline and Matthew packed some sandwiches, so they didn't have to go back inside for their meal.
That night, they went out on the Dutch side to a local restaurant that had live entertainment. The two of them had a pleasant time and Gilbert was invited to come and sing on stage, much to Matthew's amusement.
When the early hours of the morning crept by, they left and returned to the villa for their last night on this tropical paradise. Matthew finished packing the last of their things, while Gilbert made sure to call Gaston, the chauffeur, to have him pick them up the following morning. They went to bed shortly after, since their flight left early the next day.
When the alarm went off, Gilbert would have liked nothing more but stay in bed for a few more hours and spend some more quality time with Matthew on this island, but they couldn't so he eventually got up and went to start breakfast, while his lover slept in a bit.
Gaston arrived on time and drove them to the airport. They thanked him for his services and then they were heading back to Vancouver.
The first thing they noticed when they arrived back was that the streets were almost as full as they usually were. When they walked into Matthew's home, they left the laundry for the next day, took a quick shower and went to sleep, since they were both exhausted from the traveling.
Before falling asleep, Matthew thanked Gilbert once more for the wonderful trip. He then snuggled up to his lover's side and was gone for dream land. Prussia watched him for a moment thinking that another good side to the Olympics was being able to take a nice vacation with his lover. With that final thought lingering in his mind, Gilbert closed his eyes and joined Matthew in his dreams.
OWARI 25
TO BE CONCLUDED
Oh my goodness, the last chapter is the next one!
I always wanted to write out the beach scene. It took me eight stories to finally get it done.
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Started writing: March 12th 2010, 2:48pm
Finished writing: March 14th 2010, 7:27pm
Started typing: March 14th 2010: 7:56pm
Finished typing: March 14th 2010, 9:52pm