Hey and many apologies for the late update. I had some problems with my creativity, school and then I went on a much needed vacation for two weeks where I thought I was going to get something done but of course I didn't *sigh*

Either way, sorry for the chapter being a little short but I felt that I didn't want to focus too much on the drunken talk, this is just a stepping stone for them and a bit of entertainment for us!

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Lesson 4: Drinking!

An hour after the first sip of the whiskey both nations seemed to smile a lot more than usual. Both being cheerful, talkative and even a bit cuddly every now and then when they got too close to each other. By now Kumajirou had gotten up on one of the chairs in the room, curling into a small, fluffy ball and he was sleeping through every noise that came from the males.

Soon a silence fell over the room though, Gilbert being on the edge of the bed, about to pour up another glass of alcohol but he stopped himself when he noticed that Matthew just had gone quiet.

Slowly he put down his glass before then lying down on his back instead, head placed on the soft pillows, glancing over at the blonde. He was just about to open his mouth to say something when the other did the same, only that the Canadian was quicker and his timid words just barely broke the silence.

"To be completely honest, I'm glad you noticed me during that meeting. I'm tired of it all." His body flinched slightly when a hiccup escaped him and he looked down on the glass in his hand. "And here I thought hiccups were.." Another one came from between his lips, his whole body jumping slightly which caused the albino lying on the bed to chuckle. "..something you only see in cartoons..." He sighed quietly, filling his lungs with a deep breath of air, his chest pushing out and cheeks blowing up slightly, trying to suffocate the hiccups.

Without any warning though a Prussian with a mischievous smirk on his lips closed up behind the happily unaware blonde, soon wrapping his arms around the smaller boy and pressing a bit on his chest where the air was stationed for the moment.

The action forced Matthew to let the air out in a small cough together with another hiccup and he pouted towards the albino.

"Why was that necessary?" he complained, glancing to the side when he felt the weight of Gilbert's head on his shoulder, the other now resting his chin there and of course he was still smirking.

"It wasn't," he answered calmly with a shrug before he moved his arms down to around the blonde's waist instead, just relaxing them there. "I still felt like doing it though." It was quite obvious Matt wouldn't get much more than that out of the albino so he just sighed quietly and took another sip of the burning, sweet whiskey, then putting the empty glass on the bed beside him without caring about if it would stand or not.

"Silent treatment, hm? Well then cutie, why don't you tell me what you were about to say before the hiccups? Tired of what exactly?"

"Isn't 'tired of it all' specification enough?" the other answered, soon leaning his head back against the other's shoulder that was behind him, the blonde watching the ceiling and the ruby gaze of the other being placed on Matthew's throat that was moving slightly from when he swallowed.

"Well, it's impossible to be tired of everything, right? So no, it's more an exaggeration to get your point across." The comment earned a small glance from the Canadian but Gilbert was too busy studying the other from this angle to notice. He could see his own arms wrapped around the lithe body, hands squeezing the hips of the other nation and Matthew's chest slowly rising for every breath he took. Every now and then his body flinched from the small hiccups he still had and it made the albino chuckle quietly as he buried his face in the other's neck.

"I guess," came the answer from the Canadian, the blonde boy still having his eyes on the ceiling without really caring about Gilbert's hands on his body nor even the hot breaths against the naked skin on his throat.

Silence had fallen between them now, both nations having their attention directed against something and for the moment they didn't need to talk. It was nice hearing the other's breaths cutting through the stuffy air in the room that had slowly built up during their drinking and talking.

"It's gotten pretty hot in here," Matthew soon murmured as his gaze turned to the albino that still had a tight grip around his torso.

"So we have to take all our clothes off," the Prussian murmured with a small chuckle, earning a raised eyebrow from the blonde who just shook his head a little. Many of their conversations had ended with Gil saying something weird, pervy or just egocentric and of course this one had to do as well. Or conversation wasn't the right word, rather the innocent comment about the Canadian feeling that it was a bit hard to breathe in there and he had tried to hint to the other to do something about it, or at least let him go so he could do it.

"Really? That was just... Ah what the heck, I'm out of complains, just open the window." Matthew sighed, by now waiting for the usual chuckle from Gilbert but he couldn't hear it, instead the other released his grip and got up from the bed, in a slow and lazy manner but he did it nevertheless, and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Hopefully it wouldn't smell like a brewery now if someone decided to enter the hotel room.

"You still haven't told me," the Prussian soon said, the words merely a whisper as he closed his ruby eyes to breathe in the slightly chilly air outside. "What are you tired of?"

The blonde sighed, having thought they were past this conversation but he decided that it seemed impossible to avoid since Gilbert had asked again even after such a long time from when he mentioned it.

"I don't know." He sent a small glare against the other, noticing how Gilbert opened his mouth and he was very sure that the albino was about to comment something that he didn't want to hear. "Or I'm not totally sure why I'm tired of it is probably a better thing to say. I guess I should be used to it all by now, it's been like that since I grew up. No one seeing me, my voice disappearing just by someone else's breathing. I have things to say, I have opinions, good ideas but everyone's attentions goes to Ludwig with his baby blonde hair and army-like voice, Francis with his constant flirting or..or Alfred. That loud mouth always gets all attention, even when we were small. I found a super pretty flower or something and then he had to come and save me from it because he was the hero and then he had to tell Arthur about it and always got a pat on the head while I stood there with my crushed flower." A sting of bitterness could be heard in his quiet voice but some strength was behind the words, Alfred most likely being a touchy subject for the young Canadian. "We're not two different countries, to everyone we are exactly the same, all of it a big lump called America and it's Alfred's big face covering all of it." Gilbert did have a comment on that but since Matthew finally opened up he swallowed it reluctantly before slowly making his way over to the bed to sit down beside his fellow nation. "Why are we so alike...but still so different?" The question made the albino frown, not having thought about it before but it was a thing to ponder and he understood if it was something that annoyed his newly found friend.

"Well, everyone is different in some way. Even the best friends, closest partners or twins. You can love the same things, have the same hobbies, want the same but somewhere you will always have different opinions. One maybe likes blues but the other prefers rock, romantic comedies over horror films and yeah, you get the picture. You look alike, you really do but you are nothing alike. Alfred is..loud, pretty obnoxious and that he seriously believes that McDonald's can cure illness? It's sad even. Sure, he can have one or two good opinions every now and then but most of the time he just says what is on his mind for the time, be it important or not."

"And what about me?" the blonde soon asked, glancing over at the other nation who now was the one to study the ceiling for no good reason. He noticed on the other's frown though that Gilbert didn't seem to understand what it was that he wanted to know so he sighed quietly and tipped his head a bit to the side. "I mean..what is your opinion on me? How am I acting?" He was glad that he couldn't be seen as loud and obnoxious, or at least not loud, something positive.

"Well... You are quiet, too quiet since no one can hear you. Though when we do hear you you usually have something gumptious to say. Or you ask someone to stop sitting on you." The Prussian gave the other a teasing smile and Matt just gave him a tired glance but you could see a small twitch in the corner of his mouth, sieving about a hidden smile. "Either way, even if you aren't seen as much or heard as much.. I still value your voice more than Alfred's." The words made the blonde's expression turn into a surprised one but he soon turned his glance down on his knees, the smile now fully visible if it wasn't for his hair covering the face off.

"And then you have the naturally awesome people, like me, that everyone just loves whether they want to or not." A sigh escaped Matt as he raised his head again, the smile having turned into a grumpy pout instead.

"Way to ruin the moment," he muttered, earning that familiar chuckle from Gilbert but the smile soon came back to the Canadian's face as he got up from the bed and refilled his glass together with the albino's. "Either way, let's drink some more, shall we?"

Gil nodded with a smile, taking his now refilled glass and emptying it almost right away, enjoying the burning sensation in his throat. Matthew was a bit calmer with his drinking but he enjoyed it either way, smiling slightly for himself as he sat down on the bed again, putting the glass against his soft lips, tipping the liquid down his throat.

oOoOo

A few hours passed by, Gilbert half sitting against the headboard of the bed, an empty bottle beside him and another, half empty one on the other side. The both of them had gotten quite drunk by now, the Canadian being on the opposite side of the bed, looking down into his soon empty glass while slowly moving it, watching the amber coloured liquid make small swirls.

"This really is quite good," he soon murmured, smiling a bit as he turned to the man that sat behind him, the ruby eyes still closed, just like they had been for the last ten minutes. "Are you asleep?"

"Nein." It was a quick answer and the Prussian slowly opened his eyes, looking over at the smaller male. "And of course it's good. I made sure to pick something I thought that you could like. Nothing pure like that Russian vodka or anything. Though I felt I needed something I can drink as well so no fluffy, pink drinks or anything like that." He huffed quietly before he sat up a bit more, yawning once as he felt that he was actually a bit tired, something that surprised him a bit. Though they'd had good conversations during the evening and quite a few drinks and together with the party and everything else, well, he had all the right to be tired if you asked him.

The alcohol seemed to have another effect on Matthew though for the boy had emptied his glass and was now busy tracing his finger along the small grooves in the blanket that was over the cover of the bed. He crawled over the mattress, following the same groove with a focus that would shame even a sniper aiming for his target and the Prussian couldn't help but chuckle quietly, something that made the blonde wake up from whatever he was doing and he looked up at the white haired male.

With movements like a feline out to hunt the Canadian slowly moved towards Gil, causing the albino to frown as a pair of arms suddenly was placed on both sides of his thighs, the ruby gaze only being able to see the other nation's face for the moment that just come in closer and closer.

Gilbert looked rather surprised when he suddenly was face to face with the blonde male, Matthew being so close that he could feel the fragrance of cinnamon and whiskey on his breath from those fireball drinks earlier.

"Hm, what...?" He didn't get further before the Canadian got closer, eyelids half shut, lips slightly parted and so damn close to the albino's that the Prussian could feel his heart try to jump out of his chest.

"This was how I was suppose to do with Francis," the other soon murmured, his body moving in a bit closer to the other and he tipped his head a bit to the side. "Being confident, like you. To move in close." His hands brushed softly over Gilbert's thighs, the albino not knowing if Matthew even noticed that small detail but he certainly did and even though it was weird seeing the usually timid Canadian this forward he really enjoyed it.

"I should invite you over for alcohol more often," he said with a small chuckle, soon wrapping his arms around the blonde who with a surprised huff got pulled into a tight hug, ending up in the larger male's knee.

"Hey, you ruined my confident spree," the blonde complained when Gilbert so carefree pulled him in close, making him into the person he so usually was. Or not the person he usually was, he felt much more confident when close to the albino. He was actually heard and even seen now, maybe not by all the other nations but at least by someone.

Matthew had always been able to speak his mind but no one had ever been able to hear it or if they had they hadn't cared. Kumajirou was one of the few that listened and answered, they always had each other as close friends even though they couldn't even remember each other's names. A strange friendship perhaps but he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Silent treatment huh, revenge is quite childish you know." The Canadian couldn't help but smile though, his head leaning against Gilbert's shoulder for the second time that evening as he slowly closed his eyes. "Well, to take the chance when you aren't talking, thank you for listening to me earlier. Just going on about how I feel, it must have been dreadful to listen to."

"Yeah, you did sound like a woman you know," the Prussian replied, that well-known smirk being back on his lips as the blonde glared up at him.

"I did not. It's not like I'm talking in a girly voice or anything. Besides, you were the one asking so suit yourself." He huffed quietly and crossed the arms over his chest while a small chuckle escaped Gilbert.

"Okay, a very masculine woman then?" the albino asked jokingly, very well noticing the second glare that was sent his way, this was very entertaining.

"What do you mean with very masculine?" That complaint Gilbert hadn't expected though and he frowned, looking down at the blonde that seemed pretty grumpy where he was sitting in the other male's knee.

"Wait, you're going to complain about me calling you a woman..but then complain about me calling you masculine? Are you having that time of the month or something?"

That earned him not only a third glare but also a light slap on the forehead, Matthew getting up on his feet, not really being able to stand properly though after all the glasses he'd been drinking earlier.

"You called me a very masculine woman, I'm not! I'm a very normal man and don't you forget that." The Canadian had quite interesting drunken talk, that Gilbert had to admit but he did miss the weight of the other in his knees which made the little statement from the blonde incredibly boring right away.

"Okay, okay, a very normal man. Happy now?" The Prussian got up on his feet as well, obviously being a bit more clear in the head than his fellow nation.

"Yes," Matthew replied with a determined nod, about to walk towards the bed again as he seemed to lose control over his feet and he was about to fall face down on the floor. Luckily for the drunk Canadian a pair of strong arms caught him in the middle of the fall, another chuckle being heard and it was clear for Matt that he seemed to be the source of amusement for Gilbert's whole evening.

"Easy there, we don't want you to break your pretty face now do we?" Gil's lips curled slightly, the usual smirk being a much softer smile now when Matthew was busy looking down into the floor. It changed quickly though when that blue gaze was turned towards him and he smirked against the other, soon dragging him up on his feet.

"Thank you," Matthew murmured quietly before sitting down on the bed slowly. He fingered a bit on his pants, the other only nodding slowly but for once Gilbert didn't say anything. No mocking words, not even that chuckle. Instead the other nation was leaning in closely, pale fingers lifting the blonde's chin so he could look into those beautiful eyes. Beautiful? Gil had never thought of a male with that word before and for his first time he never thought it would be the eyes he would be thinking about.

Slowly, god so slowly, he leaned in the last centimetres, a hot breath washing over Matthew's face before lips pressed against each other, the Prussian feeling a sweet taste coming from the alcohol still resting in Matthew's mouth.

The Canadian had been everything but prepared for the sudden kiss, a soft one on the lips maybe but such an intense one, it caught him by total surprise and he sat there like a deer in headlights, something Gil didn't even seem to notice. The albino was completely occupied with tasting the other nation, his hands moving over the small chest and down his hips.

As the intensity of the kiss slowly turned into a softer touch even Matthew could relax into it and he slowly closed his eyes. It didn't take long for Gilbert to notice the positive response from the other and he slowly moved his hands up, soon removing the blonde's glasses to put them to the side.

Stifled protests could be heard from the Canadian but what he said was unclear, the albino would surely not have cared either way as he was lost in the moment. It was something he had wanted to do all evening but he had never felt that the timing was right. Or it might have been, before he started to call Matt a woman. Though this had worked out as well so it wasn't anything he thought about for longer than a second or two.

Soon the kiss died out though, something not feeling quite right as Matthew started to sag a bit in his hold. Slowly the red eyes turned up against the Canadian who still had his own eyes shut and it soon came clear to him, the boy was asleep.

In the middle of the kiss the little drunk had fallen asleep on him? The Prussian muttered something quietly but soon couldn't help but smile, slowly pulling Matthew into his arms so he could lift the blonde, only to pull away the cover and blanket from the bed and put him on there. It would be a shame to let the newly bought clothes act like a pyjama though so while trying to be as respectful as he could to the sleeping boy he undressed him, leaving him in his boxers only to pull the covers over the lithe body after that.

"Sleep well cutie. I think I have a very good lesson for you tomorrow, whether you like it or not." He sighed quietly and put a hand over his forehead before he undressed as well, revealing the well-trained, pale body before slipping down beneath the covers and closing his eyes. A small chirping could be heard as Gilbird lazily flew over to the pillow, landing beside the Prussian's face and nuzzling in against his cheek which rewarded the little down ball with a small patting on the head.

"And you sleep as well now, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." The quiet chirping soon died out and turned into inaudible breaths from the little creature and even though Gilbert felt tired it took him almost an hour to fall asleep, his ruby eyes studying the peaceful face of the Canadian. He almost looked forward to tomorrow, wondering how Matthew would be able to handle what was to come.

Chapter 4, done! Hope you enjoyed it and that you look forward to the next lesson Gilbert has planned for his pupil!

Dictionary:

Nein - No