So, yeah. I'm obviously pretty involved in this story. I don't think I've ever updated this often... I like it.
Hopefully it will last, da?
Um, sorry if it seems kind of odd. But I don't feel like rushing limes/lemons.
If you guys have any sugestions... Feel free to let me know.

Almost two hours had passed, bringing the day to mid-afternoon. Still sitting at the table, the remnants of food scattered in front of them were being ignored as the two nations continued to talk. Matthew could hardly believe how long Prussia had been here, conversing with him like they were old friends.
And to think he would have normally spent the past two hours staring at Kumajiros' eyelashes...

A comfortable silence fell and Kumajiro yawned, signalling that he was ready for his afternoon nap. With a small sigh, Canada stood from his chair, patting his polar bears head lovingly. "Just let me clean up, Kumajiro. Then you can sleep."
He gathered the dishes, finding that it went quicker than normal. Usually he had leftovers to put away but, instead, Prussia had taken care of those. Turning the water off, Matthew picked up Kumajiro, padding off to put the bear down for a nap.
As he returned, he was surprised to find his new friend staring at him, amusement obvious on his face. Feeling self-conscious, the blonde stood in the doorway, discreetly checking to make sure he didn't have food on his face or in his teeth. "W-what?" he stammered, casting the Prussian a confused look.

The albino just simply stood from his chair and shrugged, that dammed amused smirk still placed on his lips, taking a few steps forward to lean on the counter before replying, "You're like a mother. It's kind of cute."
Matthew could literally feel the blood rush to his cheeks and his whole body suddenly grew warm at the comment. What an inconsiderate, rude, insulting thing to say! He was not like a mother!
Sputtering out a response, he balled his fists, turning his head to the side in an attempt to hide his red cheeks. "Casse-toi! What kind of thing to say is that?"

His smirk growing, Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle at the French insult that had slipped out. It seemed that for Matthew the line between anger and embarrassment was quite thin.
"Oi, no one insults the awesome me!" He replied, waving his arms before moving closer and lugging his arm around the shorter nations shoulder. "I just meant that you care for that bear of yours almost as much as a mother."
Eyes widening as the other male let his arm fall around him, he felt his blush subside, feeling stupid that he had assumed Prussia meant something else. "Mon Dieu!" He whispered angrily, rolling his eyes. "Well, don't say stuff like that..."

Frowning for a moment, Gilbert studied the smaller males' reaction, briefly confused. After a few seconds, his smile turned into a mischievous one. Letting go of the blonde, he moved so he was bending over slightly, looking at him with glinting eyes.
"Macht sie eroten?" He mused, his German accent becoming very prominent as he slipped into his mother tongue.
Not knowing any German, Matthew had no idea what the other had said but just his expression and the tone of his voice were enough to bring his blush back. Biting the inside of his cheek, the Canadian shifted away, wondering why he suddenly felt intimidated. A few minutes ago, the Prussian had been completely different.
"I... don't know German," he muttered, his violet eyes fixed on the intricate emblem dangling from the other nation's neck as he avoided eye contact. The switch in mood had confused Canada; wasn't Prussia his friend? Why was he trying to embarrass him now?

Gilbert grinned at this, surprised that he had picked up on the subtle change in the tone of his voice. The albino began to move forward, raising his eyebrows teasingly as Matthews back connected with the hard surface of the wall. With a small smirk he caged the blonde in, resting the palms of his hands on the wall behind them.
"I said..." he leant in close, close enough for his breath to tickle Matthews' ear, "Does that make you blush?"

A small squeak escaped the trapped Canadian, the sudden contact with his wall not something he was expecting. Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes, Prussia's breath against his skin felt strange. Before he could nod, a strange noise caused both of the nations to freeze.
Looking towards the other side of Matthews' kitchen, the pair saw something they would never have dreamed of seeing. Seated comfortably in one of the dining chairs, sat Russia, a pleased smile on his face. He was humming a tune too happy for a nation of his status, twirling his pipe without taking his eyes off of them.

Straightening up, Prussias' eye twitched, the pipe distracting him from everything else. GilBird tried to hide deeper in his pocket, not daring to make a peep.
Canada stared at Russia, blinking a few times before pushing his glasses back up on his nose, the shock making them slide down a few centimetres.
The room was suddenly silent except for Ivan's humming and the soft swish of air as he twirled his lead faucet.
Finally, Gilbert forced himself to say, "What do you want, Russia?" His voice was apprehensive and totally did not show off his awesome self.
The grinning Russian stopped humming, looking genuinely surprised that someone had addressed him. "Oh, hallo Gilbert, what did you ask? What Russia wants, da?" The tall nation stood, the pipe still dancing past his fingers effortlessly. "I just vanted to ask, vat are you doing to Matvey?"

Opening his mouth to reply, Gilbert was peeved to find that nothing came out. What was he doing? He had only just met the blonde and he was already teasing him like family.
Glancing over to said blonde, Prussia swallowed loudly. The Canadian was staring straight back at him, almost as if he expected an answer. What if he and Russia had a special relationship...? He really did not want to deal with the maniacs' wrath again.

"Lyubimaya, ne volnooysya... If you become one with Russia, all will be forgive, da?" The Russian cocked his head to the side, grinning happily.
Sucking a deep breath in, Gilberts eyes widen. There was no way in Hell he was joining that Commie bastard... He was about to spew threats off in German when the painful noise of nails against wood filled the room, making Russia's smile fade.
With a nervous laugh, he ran towards the window, muttering something about never having a day to himself before flinging it open and jumping out. As he disappeared into the white snow, the two nations could hear Belarus calling after him, "Brother! MARRY ME~!"

Translation Notes
Casse-toi! -Shut up! or Fuck off!
Macht sie eroten - (I think...) Do I make you blush?
Lyubimaya, ne volnooysya - Don't worry, darling.