Matthew's fingers stumbled on the buttons of his white dress in nervous fear; what if Gilbert didn't like him after all the Prussian had made it a point to emphasize his heterosexuality, and it looked more like his friends had wanted them to date anyway.
"I still don't see why you are going out with that frog nudist's friend." Arthur grumbled as he brushed Matthew's fingers away from the buttons and fixed the shirt that Mattie had messed up in his nervousness.
"I like him." Matt's blush lit up his face.
"The Frog Bastard's friends aren't French perverts." Lovino pointed out from where he lounged on Mattie's bed.
"I know, but they are that bloody git's friends." Arthur counted.
"Antonio's a bastard, but he's a decent one." Lovi mused.
"Gilbert's arrogance is attractive." Mattie's blush spread further.
"I don't want to hear about your poor choice in men." Arthur grumbled, and added on under his breath, "Bloody nudists."
Matthew anxiously stood by the door of their apartment in wait of Gilbert.
A knock sounded on the door, and Mattie opened it to find Gilbert with a small bird.
"Why do you have a bird?" Matthew asked, and wondered why the chick decided to follow the Prussian around.
"This here's mein awesome bird, Gilbird." Gilbert smirked as he held the bird near Matthew, who squealed all of a sudden at how close Gilbert had placed the bird as he hadn't expected the sudden proximity.
"He has a unique name." Matthew muttered as he hesitantly reached out to pet the small bird.
"He's named after me." The Prussian announced.
Matthew squeaked before he could respond as Gilbird curled up on Mattie's neck beside his hair.
Gilbird rubbed his face against Matthew's soft skin.
"It usually takes longer for him to warm up to new people." Gilbert muttered in awe.
Matthew reached out to pet the small bird again, and Gilbird brushed even closer to the Canadian.
"Shall we go?" Gil asked, and he worried that Gilbird liked Matthew more than him.
"Y-yeah." Matt squeaked as Gilbird nudged him more persistantly with enough force to surprise the Canadian.
Gilbert took Matthew's hand to drag him away from the apartment, and Matthew's blush came back full force.
They went to an awesome skating rink that Gilbert almost fell over at, and they got pancakes for dinner.
"We should go to a club." Gilbert suggested.
"That's not a date." Matthew murmured.
"Why can't it be?" Gilbert pouted.
"I could never handle a place like that." Matt answered.
"Why not, Birdie?" Gil asked his date.
"You are more than likely thinking of a strip club, and why Birdie?" Matthew answered once he realised that Gilbert hadn't been talking to Gilbird.
"Gilbird warmed up to you the quickest like you were another bird. What upsets you about a strip club?" Gilbert asked after he informed him of the nickname.
"I could not deal with all of the half naked men and women that were probably forced in to it." Mattie mumbled.
"But you liked my naked body; what's the difference?" Gil asked.
"You aren't selling your self for money. You are a nudist, because you want to be." Matthew answered.
"I've been a nudist since I was a kid!" Gilbert seemed excited and prideful of that fact.
"You decided to continue to live your life that way rather than change it." Matthew continued his thought.
Gilbert chuckled, and shook his head.
"May be you like mein awesome body better than their's, Birdie." Gilbert smirked at his own answer.
Matthew blushed at the insinuation, and the nickname.
Matt stopped in front of his shared apartment, "Bye, Gil."
Before he could chicken out, he pressed his lips against his Prussian date's lips.
He darted inside the apartment to hide his blushing face, and so he could not see Gilbert's facial expression.
"Bye, Birdie." Gil finally muttered as he stared at where Matthew had once stood; his mind kept replaying the kiss from before, and he realised that that had probably been the best kiss that he had ever received.