Hello everyone, chapter 3 here! Didn't make you wait as long this time since I had more inspiration to this one! One awkward moment after the other in this story, and I'm suppose to not be able to stand things like that in movies and books... But frankly, Canada flirting? Can it be anything but awkward?

Ah well, hope you enjoy the story and I would like to remind you of the poll on my profile where to vote for the next Canada pairing for a new fanfic I'm working on! If you could spare some time and click the one you like it would mean the world to me since I really could use some help, thank you! By the way, Germany is actually in the lead, just an observation.

Oh and also, this is now officially a PruCan fanfic! Got so many votes for that pairing and since I hinted with it already in Chapter 2, why not some more? Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters in the story, except for the taxi driver from Harvard and her colleagues!

Lesson 3: Going with the flow!

The building was supposed to be even more grand than Matthew could ever expect when Alfred had invited them all to, quoting the American, the party of their life. It was located in the outskirts of the city, meaning a 55 minutes long trip in the first, best taxi that had stopped for them and it had actually been Matthew that had waved it in, something he was still proud of.

"Are you sure you know where this place is? We've been going for almost an hour." Gilbert didn't look too happy where he was to Matthew's right in the back seat, arms crossed over his stomach and the red eyes glaring at the back of the driver's head.

"Of course sir, I can assure you I have taken the quickest and cheapest way, that's the policy of my company after all." The man looked up in the rear-view mirror, meeting those impatient eyes with his own calm ones before turning to the road again.

A huff escaped the albino as he leaned back into the seat, Matthew smiling softly while looking out in the forest that surrounded the small road, tall trees reaching up towards a darkening sky where the moon and stars had started to become visible.

"It must have been full moon not long ago, seeing how thin it is now." Matthew tipped his head a bit to the side, the golden locks softly moving together with it. "It almost looks like a smile, don't you think?"

Gilbert had barely been listening since he was busy correcting the tight pants that had twisted around his leg but when hearing the last part he turned his attention up towards the sky, the small shard looking like it came straight from Alice in Wonderland, if it only had been a little bit bigger and hidden an invisible cat behind it.

"Maybe," the nation soon answered with a small nod before turning his ruby gaze forward, watching the road that was lit up by the car's headlights. "I know we would have a smile in here as well if this trip was over now."

"Sure that smile won't be outside as well since I doubt you would be seated for long enough?" The small Canadian gave the other a snicker before leaning back in the seat himself, actually feeling a bit excited about the evening. The nervousness was hidden beneath it though, threatening with breaking his nerves and give him cold feet, seeing that he was suppose to socialize with people on this party instead of staying in a corner of a couch somewhere.

The young blonde usually didn't do things like that since the others never noticed him and from years of the same treatment he had grown accustomed to it but now it was all about to change. His whole life would possibly turn around in one evening and it was all because of the male beside him in the taxi. Gilbert, being lost in thoughts like he had been for most of the trip, didn't seem nervous about it all but why would he? He looked great in those skinny, dark grey jeans that showed up his long legs, a simple yet well-fitted, white T-shirt beneath it with a small V-shaped neck and a navy blue tuxedo inspired jacket over that, of course unbuttoned since he had a smaller version of his usual black and white cross in a chain around the neck and he wanted it to be visible.

"We are soon at the mansion gentlemen," the driver said, being surprisingly polite towards them but Matthew guessed it was because of the British accent, he had to be from England. The American taxi driver he had met when going from the airport had been driving like his life depended on it, screaming curses out the window and shaking his fist when he should have had both hands on the wheel. The young male was still glad he had made it out of that car alive.

"Finally," it came from the Prussian, the man walking outside as soon as the taxi stopped and since Gilbert had paid for all the clothes Matthew pulled out some American dollars he had converted from his own currency and paid the man, thanking him for the ride before he got out himself, quickly being taken aback as he saw the mansion in front of him.

It really was more grand than he could have expected and it was now clear why the hotel hadn't been the fanciest five star rated one in the city but a pretty ordinary four star one. This mansion had to cost a fortune to rent, the building being so incredibly big and luxurious that it exceeded any mansion Matthew had seen before.

They were standing outside black gates, spears pointing up towards the sky with a beautiful pattern between them, meeting in the middle to form decorated circles that split in half when both of the gate's halves were moved to the side to let the newly arrived guests in.

Around the mansion was a thick stone wall in a sand colour, matching the mansions warm looking façade. The top of the wall was decorated with waves carved into stone and here and there was bronze decorations ornamenting the otherwise plain stone. Just beside the gates were the wall a bit higher than the rest and on top of it were two black lamps, spreading a pleasant light over their faces.

When entering through the gate you were met by a big circle filled with gravel, in the middle of it another circle where a fountain was placed with a bit of grass and colourful flowers around the edges.

The fountain had a small pool at the ground, a pillar reaching out from it's middle, balancing a wide bowl filled with water that spilled its content down into the pool below, another pillar holding up a smaller bowl that also had water running from it. Lights were on all three levels beneath the water surface, spreading the same light as the lamps beside the gate and the rooms inside the mansion.

Around the bigger circle filled with gravel were palm trees, roses and plain green bushes, flourishing against the walls of the building and right in front of the two males were a temple like entrance, highly decorated with angels and something that would probably represent demons.

The many windows from where you could look out over the mighty forest surrounding them all had black sunshades above them and the mansion had at least seven balconies to walk out on and this was just the front of the building.

The black roof looked ruffled, like it hadn't been tended to but the roof base had beautiful ornaments portraying small angels with wings.

"And that cheap American couldn't even get us into a nicer hotel," Gilbert said with a huff as he took in all the details, soon putting the hands in the pockets of his jacket, walking towards the small building as his yellow bird peeked up from his collar, chirping loudly.

Matthew was just standing in the same spot in front of the enormous building, his mouth slightly open from awe and he didn't even notice that Gilbert was walking away until the albino was through the double doors and the blonde had to half run after him to catch up.

"Well, I guess this is the reason for lack of a fancier hotel," the Canadian said, trying to defend his brother like he always did, just like Alfred always stood up for him as well when he felt he needed to.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go and look for the party now." The taller male grabbed onto Matthew's free arm, the other one having a grip around his polar bear friend, and he pulled the other male with him through a well lit hall, a red carpet being on the floor and the light yellow walls covered in beautiful paintings of everything from a magnificent cherry tree to what looked like a royal family posing on a couch in front of whoever painted them.

Soon the rhythmical beating from music could be heard echoing between the walls and it was so loud it was incredible they hadn't heard it when standing outside. It was a dubstep beat as a ground but a more melodic sound over that with a dark male voice singing about a life on the run from himself, or at least that's what Matthew could get out of it when he listened.

Soon they entered a well-lit room, the ceiling stretching out over their heads, decorated with a pattern of thorns and roses around ten metres above them.

The walls were covered with large windows, starting one metre above ground and continued up to the ceiling. Through them you could see right into a blossoming garden, having a similar fountain like the one in the front of the mansion.

Inside the big room the other nations were mingling, dancing and eating. Many of them drinking as well since it was an open bar, free for anyone who wanted to drink themselves beneath the table.

Feliciano was standing at the buffet table, loading some kind of pasta dish onto a plate while happily rambling to Lovino who wasn't as social for the moment, though Matthew couldn't remember a time he had ever seen the country try to socialize. Could be due to the fact that he wasn't often close to the Italian brothers though.

Ivan was heaving down vodka right out of the bottle, to no one's surprise, already having an empty one on the table in front of him. Francis was sitting beside, being happy with his glass of wine, watching almost every nation in there like a predator looking for dinner. He was bored with other words and he wouldn't mind having someone to come and sit by him, someone else than the drinking Russian that is.

His blue eyes stopped though at the newly arrived pair of males, first glancing at the albino and feeling calmer now than he'd had earlier in the afternoon. They were friends after all, good ones even, but he just happened to be a bit over protective, not to mention possessive, when it came to the young Canadian. The last thing he wanted was to see him get hurt and he knew by experience that it wasn't always easy to think about the other's feelings when attracted to someone but not being in love.

When having spaced out for a minute or two he moved his gaze to the golden blonde locks that were brushing against the albino's shoulder and at first he couldn't say who it was. The little body was dressed in a pair of skinny, light blue jeans, looking slightly ragged since they were paler down the knees and thighs. On his feet were the black sneakers, matching the black button-up dress shirt. It was slimming, almost making him look thinner than he was. It missed a button further down, making a bit of pale skin visible and if the shirt had been in any other colour you wouldn't have noticed but now it was practically black against white, making it become more than notable. The shirt was a bit open in the neck as well, showing a teasing glimpse of sharp collarbones and more flawless skin.

Matthew did feel a bit uncomfortable since he now noticed how some people stared towards them but he told himself it was because of Gilbert, looking incredibly handsome as always.

An arm was suddenly wrapped around his shoulders the violetblue eyes looking up at a very familiar face, Alfred.

"Bro! I barely recognized you, being away from your boring, plain and ugly suit, it's nice!" Matthew didn't know if it was suppose to be a compliment or just an observation but either way he guessed it was better than nothing, it came from his brother after all.

"Eh, okay, good I guess." As usual it was merely a whisper, something that earned him a small stare from Gilbert. He was suppose to show confidence after all and that was not what he was doing for the moment.

"It is good, people might actually notice you." He smiled widely before a puzzled expression appeared on his face, the nation looking around. "Oy, Mattie, where did you go, bro?"

The other blonde felt an aching in his heart, pouting slightly as he looked to the side. Weren't they suppose to see him now when he was different? Or had he just jumped out of his comfort zone for nothing at all?

That expression didn't seem to go unseen though and Alfred quickly shook his head, giving his brother a sheep-like smile.

"N-no, I was kidding, I promise! You know your hero would never not notice you." Something that wasn't true since it had been plenty of times Alfred hadn't seen him but at least he did notice him more often than not. "I'm joking around as usual, heh." It all just became awkward but Matthew nodded slightly and glanced over at his brother.

"Okay, if you say so," he murmured, his brother breathing out a bit from relief before a wide smile once again took place on his lips.

"Yes, I say so! Now, go and take something to drink and eat and you'll see this party will be awesome! I got some McDonald's for us, grab a cheeseburger, it will turn that frown upside down!"

"Hamburgers doesn't solve everything you know," Matthew said with a sigh, smiling slightly though as Alfred huffed and put his hands to his sides.

"Of course it does! I was super sick once and then I ate a super size menu and I felt better right away!" He nodded a bit but soon flinched when a finger poked him on his stomach, the American quickly protecting it with his arms.

"Sure your super sickness wasn't just hunger?" It was Arthur, raising a thick eyebrow and poking on Alfred's hands this time instead. "You should keep the fast food to a minimum, you are getting a bit..pudgy." Alfred pushed away his hand, pulling in his stomach and out with the chest, putting on an important look on his face.

"I'm not pudgy, I'm hugable. It's a big difference!" He just earned a snicker from both Arthur and Gilbert, Matthew giggling quietly since his brother was the same as always.

"You know hugable isn't a word right?" Matthew said with a smile, earning a pout from Alfred who wrapped his arms around his brother.

"You are suppose to be on my side, bro! What happened to sticking together through sun and rain, through sandstorm or hurricane, even through a tsunami!" The Canadian just patted the male a bit on the shoulder, Alfred soon letting go and sighing. "Ah well, I'm gonna take a cheeseburger and I'll show you I will feel a lot better after that!" He nodded in a determined manner before stomping away towards the closest buffet table where he had the burgers, probably going cold soon but everyone in the room had a feeling they wouldn't be there for much longer.

"Well, Francis seems to want something, guess I'll go talk to him." Gilbert raised a hand to say goodbye to the two blondes before heading towards the third one, wondering what exactly the male could want with such an eager expression on his face.

"How about I get you a drink then, Matthew?" Arthur said with a friendly smile, putting his hand on the Canadian's back to softly push him towards the open bar. "They have a syrup drink, I'm sure you will like that."

Matthew nodded slightly, glancing over at Gilbert who had now abandoned him to try and finish this lesson by himself and he just hoped he could make a good impression on Arthur with a bit more confident personality and a whole new wardrobe.

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"Come on, you can't just sit here, some have had their gazes towards you for a while now, isn't that what you wanted?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow as he stood in front of the Canadian now being placed on one of the soft, black couches. The blonde was mostly looking down at the syrup, milk drink he had gotten, almost tasting as good as a pancake breakfast except for the alcohol taste in the background.

"Well, yes. But I don't know what to say," he answered quietly, stirring the beverage slowly with a pink straw as he tried to think of something to say if he actually would get closer to someone. He had talked to Arthur a little, the man actually apologizing for the mistake earlier with calling him Alfred, and also trying to give him a friendly warning about not inviting males like Gilbert into the locking room when changing.

Of course the comment had made the younger blonde feel awkward and his voice had probably gone quieter than it usually was. He had even tried to explain the situation but he had just gotten a sceptical glance and it had ended with him sneaking away when the older blonde had turned to fill his own drink with something the Canadian didn't know what it was.

"It's easy!" the Prussian soon exclaimed, leaning in closer to the smaller male and glaring with his ruby eyes into the other's. "Charm them. Flirt, make conversation. Just go with the flow. Actually I think that will be the name for this lesson rather than making conversations. Go with the flow." He shrugged and soon straightened his back again, noticing that he had caused Matthew to press himself back into the couch to avoid being so close to the albino's face.

"You make it sound easy but it's not. I never...converse casually with people otherwise. Or well of course I do, though most often with Kumajirou and he may have his moments but that's not often. And charm someone? Gilbert... I wouldn't be able to charm a cat if I so was made out of cat nip, I just don't have it. I would not be able to say anything that would make sense."

An irritated sigh made the blonde look down on his knees, Matthew knowing he was probably annoying with his self-esteem but it was hard to change when you were used to something being one way. He only waited to hear footsteps leading away from him but they never came, instead he felt a pair of slender fingers under his chin, raising his face and once again he looked right into those glistening eyes that belonged to the Prussian nation.

"Of course you can, Matthew." The name had a new ring to it than usual, the male's eyelids being half down and having a half looped smile on his pale lips. Without being able to help it Matthew had to swallow once, his eyes widening slightly when having Gilbert so close and looking like that. "Have I ever told you I've always liked your eyes? You might be quiet but your eyes are so easy to read, giving a new meaning to the expression 'mirrors of your soul'." Anyone else using such a line, it would probably sound cheesy and Matthew would have turned away but the voice, it was a bit darker than usual, sultry even. "See, I have you captivated already."

The fingers from his skin disappeared, even the hot breath having smelt weakly of mint and beer was now gone from his face and with that the magic moment was over. Matthew had almost wanted to whine, grab the Prussian and pull him back but he really didn't know why, this was the first time ever feeling something like this.

"I-I can't do anything like that," he stuttered, his cheeks heating up as he realized what Arthur had meant with a man like Gilbert. He had always heard rumours about the nation knowing his ways around with ladies and men, a heart breaker without shame but this was the first time he had seen any proof of it. "Maybe I should take a taxi back to the hotel, you tried but this won't work."

He hugged Kumajirou that was in his lap, having just remembered the bear that had been there, curled into a ball lazily while his owner had gotten lost in a ruby haze.

"No! I won't allow that, I will teach you this if it so kills you in the process." He made a determined nod, the smaller nation not feeling much better by that comment but he obediently stayed on the couch, not touching his phone even though calling a taxi was very tempting.

"I still don't think I'll be able to charm someone. Though I will try and converse properly with a person, that shouldn't be too hard." He smiled slightly, trying to build his confidence again since it couldn't be much different from talking to Gilbert and he had done that plenty of times already, something he had never believed he would when taking his plane to America.

The dictated expression softened up into a smirk of victory as he made a spin on his heel, dumping himself into the couch with his long arms on its back, one almost touching the blonde's shoulders.

"Great! Next person walking inside this room, that is the one you will have to talk to and I demand you try to look at least a bit charming, it's better than looking awkward.

There went the confidence again.

"O-okay, if you say so." Matt murmured with a small sigh, leaning back, feeling the arm behind him and for a few seconds Gilbert's face so close to his had come back in his mind and he swallowed once again, taking a breath and looking towards the entrance to the big ball room.

One minute turned into five, soon turning into ten but then a shock of blonde waves became visible and a knot tied in the young nation's stomach. Francis? Why did it have to be him of all persons, another person knowing everything about charming and flirting without even trying and now he would have to try something like that on him?

"How about...best out of two?" Matthew said hopefully, giving the other a sheep-like smile but only earning a raised eyebrow in return and it was motivation enough for the Canadian to leave his furry friend with the albino, slowly getting up from the couch before hesitatingly moving in closer to the France nation.

"Ah, papá," he said and raised a hand to wave, soon having a slender arm around his shoulders and a leering Frenchman beside him.

"Oui? You wanted something?" Francis asked with his usual smooth voice, having a glass of wine in his hand while Matthew still had the fudge coloured drink in his own. "I must say, you're looking stunning tonight mon chéri."

The knot seemed to tighten but Matthew managed to smile either way, taking a deep inhale as he put his free hand on top of the other nation's, trying to think exactly how he should move forward from this point.

"Well... We haven't talked in a while. And I thought it would be nice to do so, before we both go our separate ways." He was barely able save his drink as the older blonde pulled him into a tight hug, smiling widely.

"Ah, that sounds wonderful! Let us sit down, no?" Matt just nodded slowly, being half pulled towards another couch, glancing over at Gilbert that just gave him a big thumbs up, Kumajirou having curled up in the albino's lap by now, as lazy as ever.

Soon the blondes were both stationed on the furniture, looking at each other for a little while as Matthew desperately tried to come up with some way to continue the conversation before it turned into an awkward silence.

"So, how did you like the meeting?" he soon blurted out, managing to smile even though he saw the slightly disappointed expression on the older man's face. What else could he do though, it was a question as good as anything else and maybe it could get some form of conversation started.

"Well, as any other world meeting I guess. Boring, a bit plain. Though I must say it was fun seeing you raise your voice, guess you could call it a bit..intriguing." The French leaned in a bit closer but Matthew had turned away without noticing it, taking a sip out of the straw and Francis had to lean back with another foiled expression.

"Yes, I just thought it was a stupid subject to argue about, no one of us wins at it. Besides, let the human stay wherever he wants as long as he doesn't destroy or kill anything." He was a bit annoyed that Alfred actually blamed him for something as a teenage pop-star. It had been different if he had blamed him for an invasion or an atomic bomb but no, the biggest threat to the American right now was obviously a human with more fan-girls than most celebrities for the moment, how terrifying.

"Indeed," Francis murmured as he bit his lip a bit, looking at the other's pale ones while he tried to think of the right move to do next. He had always liked the smaller nation, though of course, he liked most of the countries, especially the ones he could flirt with without getting a fist or pipe bashing his head in.

"But just one day left now, then we can go home," Matthew continued, moving a bit awkward in his seat while putting his hands between his knees, almost like he was trying to keep them warm. It was a habit of his, not having any explanation or reason other than it gave him somewhere to put his hands that otherwise would just be uneasy in another place. "Though it's nice to meet people again since it easily gets rather empty and lonely when away from everyone."

Francis just nodded once again, his blue eyes being set on their goal as he tried to figure out something to answer to that. It wasn't that lonely for him since most often he would cadging others or hanging out with his two friends, having some fun as the bad trio they were.

Soon Matthew came in closer to the older blonde's face, making Francis look down with a bit of a surprised expression. The petite hand of Matthew having wanted to move to the unshaved chin but had ended up on the toned chest hidden beneath a pink, lace shirt instead and he was now looking straight into those blue eyes that belonged to the Frenchman. He tried to do it as Gilbert, lowering his eyelids just slightly but instead of looking confident and charming the flushing cheeks and the violetblue eyes constantly glancing away made him look insecure as he wasn't too far from the other male's face now.

"I really enjoyed meeting you again though, since we haven't been able to speak in a while and your voice always relaxes me." A comment made to be flirtatious but it sounded more adorable in Francis' ears, especially together with that shy smile and a wide grin was now spreading over his own lips, the larger male leaning in closer so their lips were almost touching.

"I'm glad to hear that, chéri," he whispered in a seductive tone, putting some extra strength in the last word and he looked so confident and now it was the older one pushing in, Matthew leaning back to not actually touch lips with the other.

A hand being placed on the boy's cheek and for a second the time seemed to stop, the older one coming closer and closer and Matthew had no idea how it could take so long for them to touch, they were so close. It would take him some hours to later realize that while Francis leaned in the Canadian leaned back, soon shaking his head and getting up from the couch.

"T-that's not how it was suppose to go!" he complained, his voice being a bit louder than usual but still only for Francis to hear, or maybe also for a curious Prussian who seemed to have moved in closer to see how it would go, now having the fluffy bear in his arms instead of knee.

"Suppose to go?" Francis repeated, looking rather puzzled but Matthew had already turned away and sprinted out of the room, heart racing inside the protecting rib cage surrounding it. He had wanted to pull it off smoothly, having Francis feel like he had done when Gilbert had gotten close but no, the French just had to take his own initiative and try to kiss him, making it all just awkward and wrong.

Soon Matthew's frenetic running came to a stop, the boy now realizing he had absolutely no idea where he was as he looked around, the only thing surrounding him being walls and doors, lots and lots of door leading to god knew where.

"Great..." He sighed quietly, now missing the warmth and weight in his arms from Kumajirou, the polar bear usually being able to calm him even in the worst, or in this case, weirdest of situations. Would he even be able to show his face in there now? Francis would probably wonder what was wrong with him and if anyone had seen that, which at least half of the room probably had, it was going to be so many rumours the following day about him and the Frenchman.

With a tired sigh he choose to just sit down in the hallway, knees up against his chest in a tight hug as he looked into the wall in front of him, it was all so typical somehow, nothing going like he wanted it to.

A sudden nudge on his left arm made the nation almost fly out of his skin, his violetblue gaze turning against a fluffy, white head that looked up at him with big, black eyes. Kumajirou put his front paws on Matthew's arm, giving him a soft lick on the cheek with the pink tongue, the blonde boy quickly picking him up in a small hug.

"Kumijayo," he murmured into the silk like fur, smiling a bit for himself before hearing steps in the hall and he remembered now where the polar bear had been while he had been flirting with, being flirted by, Francis.

"You will probably never stop surprising me," the familiar voice said and when Matthew looked up he could see a smirk, a shock of white and a ruby gaze. "What was that all about?" Gilbert leaned against the wall across from where Matt was sitting, the arms being crossed over his chest and he looked incredibly amused for some reason, something that irritated the Canadian a little.

"He was trying to kiss me," Matthew answered, the irritation barely being heard in his whisper. "He wasn't suppose to do that.." He looked down at the bear instead, stroking him softly over the back with a little smile before he sighed and shook his head. "I just wanted to be able to talk properly with someone and..be a bit flirtatious like you but I failed miserably."

"You are talking properly with me right now, aren't you? Besides, you are charming enough for Francis to actually try, isn't that always something?" It wasn't usual for Gilbert to be so encouraging but the albino felt like he didn't have much of a choice now since if Matthew pulled out of their deal now he would have a hard time finding someone else that would need enough help for him to teach Ludwig a lesson. Besides, seeing the small Canadian give up was a pretty miserable sight since he looked so down in the dumps.

"I guess I am," Matthew said, glancing up towards Gilbert once again as he thought about it, trying to have a positive attitude but now afterwards he felt a bit embarrassed over the encounter with the Frenchman. "I still wished that hadn't happened though. By the way, you two are using the same technique, the whole, putting force into the name or nickname or whatever you decide to call the person and touch the face."

"He had to learn it from someone now didn't he?" Gilbert said with a snicker, Matthew not being sure if he should believe in that or not but he just shrugged, starting his try to get up with a Kumajirou in his knee but the albino soon came to his help, holding out one of his pale hands. The blonde looked at it for a short while before taking it, the other pulling him up on his feet with ease before giving him a pat on the back. It was with a bit too much force in it though, causing Matthew to lean forward with a small cough before sighing and starting to walk.

"I don't want to go back to the party," he said and looked around in the hallway. "Not that I know how to get back either way but still." He noticed how Gilbert disappeared from his side and he stopped and turned around, noticing the albino standing there, obviously thinking about something.

"How about going back to the hotel then? We've been here for a good amount of hours by now and to be honest, the monotonous pop music is starting to get on my nerves." He shrugged a bit before giving the other male a small smile. "Do not think for a second though you will be skipping out on any lesson just because of this, I know something that will certainly serve you later on in life and it's probably better to do that in the hotel."

Matthew frowned a bit, wondering what kind of lesson that could be but he couldn't help to feel that it sounded a bit wrong in his ears, something that surprised the young blonde since his thoughts never wandered off to strange things otherwise. It was probably just what Arthur had said earlier that had made him think Gilbert had mostly one thing in mind and even if that was true the albino had shown no signs of having any interest in the Canadian.

"Okay, I'll just send Alfred a text when in the taxi so he won't call me in the middle of the night since it's always around 3 or 4 AM he notices me being gone or not having gone to the party in the first place.

Gilbert just huffed quietly by that but he didn't say anything, just putting a hand on the blonde's back and shoving him through the hallway.

"Do not worry about the taxi, since it takes such a long time for them to get here they are already standing outside, waiting for us. God knows how much it has cost to actually have the drivers wait outside for hours but who cares, really? We can get back right away."

Matthew looked a bit surprised, almost feeling a bit sorry for the drivers but it was very convenient for the nations since no one felt like waiting for almost an hour after having decided on going home.

As said the yellow cars were standing outside the gates, the drivers seeming to play cards on a bonnet but they all looked up when someone finally came out and one hefty woman was quick with walking over, smiling against them.

"Can I drive you gentlemen somewhere?" she asked, the others she left behind seemed to be a bit irritated that they hadn't walked over to get the chance to drive back to the city.

"Yes, we would like to go back to the city," Gilbert said and soon smiled lightly. "But first, we need to make a quick stop at a supermarket that still is open, I have some things to buy." The woman nodded with a smile, leading the nations to one of the cleaner cars before getting inside, Gilbert first opening the door for Matthew, closing around him and then walking over to the other side to get in himself.

The blonde was a bit surprised by the act but smiled lightly, being a bit curious about what the albino was going to buy but when he tried to ask Gilbert just grinned, refusing to say anything.

The drive back to the city was during silence, or at least between the nations, the woman was more than happy to tell her life story about graduating from Harvard but leaving a life in glory to follow her dream. Only to fail and end up driving people around the whole country, it was actually quite sad but she seemed more than happy to be a driver either way so he just nodded politely every now and then, giving her a smile.

Soon they stopped outside a supermarket, Gilbert excusing himself and heading inside, leaving Matthew to listen to more talk but it was quite interesting. The woman told him about the time a customer had tried to skip the bill and she had hunted him down, tackling him so he fell face first into the street.

"Remind of paying you when we reach the hotel," Matt said with a small smile, the woman letting out a loud laugh and a nod while she kept her eyes on the exit to the supermarket to see if Gilbert would come soon.

Ten minutes later said male came out with two bags in his hands, the blonde trying to see what was in them but whatever it was it was well hidden and Gilbert put them by his feet when inside the taxi.

"So, onwards to the hotel," he said in a mighty voice, the woman giving him an amused glance before she stepped on it, probably going faster than what was allowed but at least they arrived at the hotel quicker than what was expected and after paying the woman what they owed her they stepped out and walked inside of the hotel.

"Can't you tell me what's in those bags now?" the blonde asked curiously, trying to sneak a peek but Gilbert just shook his head and pulled them out of his view.

"Nope, you'll see when we are at the room," he just answered before entering the elevator and for once Matthew didn't even care about the music, he was curious and he wanted to know what could possibly be so secret about what he had bough in a supermarket.

Soon they were finally on their floor, Matthew being the one shoving Gilbert forward this time with both hands on his back. The albino was quite surprised by not only the other nation being so forward but also the strength that the small body could generate.

"Okay, okay, just let me take out the keycard." He chuckled quietly before he got it out of his pocket on the slim jeans, opening the door and walking inside.

A happy chirp was heard from the man's collar and out of it the little yellow ball of feathers came, having hidden there the whole time and to be honest Matthew had forgotten about Gilbird.

"So you finally decide to show yourself? I know you don't like loud music but still." The Prussian smiled affectionately at the little bird before it jumped down on the bed, Gilbert now turning to Matthew instead and dangling the bags almost right in front of the boy's face. "Curious?" He stretched the word out with an alluring tone, smiling overly amused over the fact that something so small could bring forward a new side of the Canadian.

"Yes," Matthew answered, a little bit irritated that he hadn't gotten to know yet and he really wondered what exactly it was in there.

"Good! I don't know if I should really let you pass on lesson three though, you didn't go with the flow as much as you should have. But you talked to people more than you usually do and you tried to flirt, even though it ended with you running out looking like a tomato. So okay, here comes lesson four." He gave the other a smirk before suddenly pulling out two big bottles from one of the bags, holding them up and Matthew understood rather quickly what it was and now what the lesson would be all about.

"Drinking! I said it would serve you later in life. The best way of bonding with people is buying them a drink, or getting one bought for you in your case probably, and then just talk! Besides, the alcohol will help you loosen up so, it can be a continuation of lesson three as well... But mostly lesson four." The Prussian smiled, Matthew being a bit disappointed since he had though it was something more exciting with Gilbert keeping it secret but he should have been able to guess it. The bottles had plastic around them though, the reason for them not hitting against each other in the very familiar sound that otherwise would have told the blonde right away what it was.

"Okay... I guess it's worth a try," Matthew said with a shrug and put Kumajirou on the bed before sitting down himself on the edge. "But I don't think I'll be able to learn how to handle alcohol better because of one night of drinking."

"That's not the goal, it's to test you. I bet you have never gotten drunk before or even tried drinking more than just a drink here and there, right?" Silence fell over them and Gilbert raised an eyebrow, studying the Canadian on the bed. "Right?"

"Ah well... Not intentionally drunk... It kinda just happened," Matt whispered, scratching the back of his head and ruining the hair Gilbert had struggled with.

"Hm, either way, we're going to push your boundaries a bit, I even bough some more flavoured things than just pure alcohol for your sake. Cinnamon whiskey, for an example." He pushed the bottle into Matthew's arms before walking over to the mini-fridge, taking out two glasses and giving one of them to the blonde and the other for himself, soon having both filled with the goldenbrown coloured liquid. He soon raised his glass towards the other and gave him a wide smile as he watched Matthew slowly starting to understand what he wanted and raise his glass as well.

"So, cheers. For us and for lesson four!"

Hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully Chapter 4 will be up within a week, as soon as I'm done with my tests the coming Friday. Will also try and get Chapter 3 out on my Soul Eater fanfic 'A joker in the deck'.

Dictionary:

Papá - Father (though used more as a nickname, used very lightly and not seen as an actual father)

Oui - Yes

Mon chéri - My darling