A/N: Haftungsausschluss: Mir gehört nichts.

It was when the younger 3 were sitting at a table in clean and crisp classic tuxedos and the BFT was in maître d' costumes in front of them that everything seemed to be getting out of hand in Matthew's eyes.

"Eating food sexily." Gilbert started. It seemed that the Prussian would be leading this particular lesson."Your mouth is one of your most important weapons of seduction, and as we all know, seduction is one of our main goals as a trio!"

"Oui, main goals," Francis confirmed, "Much like other arts, eating seductively takes time and practice, (especially if you're not me)."

"Si, it takes time that we don't have. There are 5 more hours until the meeting and we have only one to spare for our eating lesson." Antonio continued.

"We will therefore be teaching you the easiest one," Gilbert finished, pulling a pointer out and pointing at a chalkboard that detailed their training. Even the BFT was not quite sure how they'd gotten to the meeting room from the ballroom, nor when they had had the time to change outfits as well as write out everything on the board.

Matthew was less worried about the logistics of these events and more preoccupied with Lesson Number 3 on the board, "Expressing displeasure elegantly?"

"Tsk tsk," Gilbert plucked Matthew's glasses off of his face and tutted, "Kein Schummeln! Böser Bub!" (No cheating! Bad boy!)

"You have to have no tolerance for their disrespect while still throwing your perfect respectfulness in their face," Ludwig read aloud.

"Shhhhh! We're not there yet!" Gilbert said, dropping Matthew's glasses so he could shake his finger at Ludwig while Antonio quickly flipped the chalkboard to the blank side.

"But-" Matthew protested, grabbing his glasses.

"Non," Francis set down a box.

Matthew's eyes widened as he put his glasses back on and he grinned, blushing happily, "Pudding!" He grabbed a pudding and a spoon and dug in excitedly, somehow not getting any of it on himself in his rush.

"Nein birdie," gilbert reached out one ghostly hand and took hold of Matthew's chin, effectively halting the Canadians eating. "While you look absolutely adorable all flushed and excited," Matthew blushed harder, "there is something you can do to make people think about dirtier things." He took a pale finger and dipped it into the pudding before smearing it around Matthew's mouth strategically.

Antonio pouted, confused, "I thought that I was teaching Mateo!"

"Shhhh." Francis waved his hands at the Spaniard in a motion that clearly meant 'shut up!'.

Gilbert ignored them and Matthew was too enraptured to notice anything else. "Be a little messier, linger a little more on the spoon, make spectators imagine what other activities could have you like this." The Prussian spoke lowly, his voice less raspy, and more gravelly than usual, "Flushed, clumsy and excited, lips covered in white." Their eyes met, and red and forget-me-not became maroon and royal purple.

"I still want to know about that disrespect thing" Lovino interrupted.

Gilbert looked over at him, breaking eye contact with Matthew and ending the moment "Nein."

"Ja" Ludwig argued, looking a lot more comfortable now that his older brother wasn't flirting with his friends. Friends, Ludwig thought, Is that what we are now?

"No" Antonio asserted, piercing through Ludwig's line of thought.

"Si" lovino replied

"Non" Francis insisted

Matthew was still dazed so Ludwig and Lovino replied for him. "OUI!"

"oui." Matthew finally chimed in; a little too late and a lot too quiet.

"NOT YET!" The BFT chimed simultaneously.

"The Italian and the german haven't even attempted this lesson yet," Francis said, "even though no one will be better than me, they still must try. Right?"

"Richtig!"

"Exactamente!"

A/N: sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. Entschuldigung.