A little short again, but there is some cuteness! Yay... I hope it doesn't seem awkward. -worried look-
I'm just a perfectionist when it comes to my stories. -sighs-
Oh well, thank you for all the reviews! It makes me happier than Russia with vital regions to invade.
Wait... what? Just sayin.
Waking up to the sound of birds chirping, Matthew winced, his neck screaming in protest as he sat up straight. Rubbing his eyes, he frowned, groaning tiredly. Why had he slept so horribly? Glancing down at the tabletop his head had been resting on moments ago, he sighed... Oh. Right.
He had fallen asleep on the table after wallowing in self pity for a few good hours.
Adjusting his glasses, he yawned. "Jeez, feeling sorry for yourself really makes you tired..." He wasn't really talking to anyone, just thinking aloud. Forcing himself to get up, he called for Kumajiro, hoping the bear had managed to find their bed last night.
To his relief, the polar bear poked its head around the corner, blinking a few times. "Who are you?" It questioned, looking un-amused.
"I'm Canada." The blonde replied, already making his way to the cupboard for the ingredients to make pancakes. His stomach growled, demanding food. As he opened it, he was met with... nothing. No flour, sugar, maple syrup or maple butter to speak of.
"Oh that's right... I have to go shopping today," he sighed, tapping his chin with his hand before leaning his forehead on the counter. "I don't want to go..." He mumbled in dismay. All he wanted to do was sit at home, watch hockey and eat maple ice cream. That was what other countries did when they were sad, right?
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After bundling Kumajiro and himself up, he made his way to the store, still pouting about last night. He usually wasn't one to dwell on things like this but something about the other nation made him happy when he was around. And when he wasn't... well, it was a reverse effect.
He continued to think, stocking up on random things he knew he would never eat. Of course he had grabbed the staples – maple syrup, flour, sugar, butter, eggs, maple sugar, maple ice cream and some more maple syrup, but he had also started to put items that weren't on his list into his cart. Things like sushi, wurst, bacon... All things he would never eat.
As he turned the corner, he ran smack into someone and instead of knocking them over, he flew to the floor. He managed to keep his glasses perched on his nose but his tailbone was not enjoying all of the abuse. In fact, it seemed like this had happened to him just yesterday.
Looking up, he saw the familiar boots, leading to the blue uniform. By the time he reached the other nations face, he already knew who it was. Gilbert.
Immediately he jumped up, ignoring the spot on his lower back that would bruise for sure. "U-uh," he stammered, pushing his glasses up again. "I'm sorry." He wheeled his cart the other way, avoiding the Prussians surprised eyes. A firm grip on his shoulder prevented him from getting very far.
"Wait, Matthew, please." Gilbert pleaded, sounding slightly awkward. He obviously wasn't used to apologizing. He turned the blonde around to face him, his crimson eyes boring into Matthews. Internally the Canadian groaned; he was horrible with apologies. No matter what another nation had done to him, he had to accept them.
"I... I'm sorry," the albino finally said, after much stammering. "I didn't mean to leave without saying goodbye. Really, I didn't. I... you..." He paused, cursing under his breath in German.
Watching the other with a small frown, Canada knew he was blushing. It was one of his faults, to blush at the worst times. He averted his gaze from the Prussian, hoping to escape the pleading eyes. They were not making it easy to be mad at him.
Before he knew what had happened, Gilbert was dragging him by the hand into an employee's only back room, backing him up against the wall with a determined expression.
Trapped by Gilbert's arms on either side of him, Matthew stared up at the other nation with a bewildered expression, his blush only deepening when he saw the look in his eyes.
"I-I um," he tried to stammer, hoping that if he accepted the apology, he could go home and forget any of this ever happened.
Before he could get another word out, the Prussian silenced him with his lips. The kiss was fierce, making Matthews' eyes widen. A small sound of surprise was muffled, almost sounding like a moan. After a few seconds, his brain began to function again and his hands shot up, pushing away the albino with a shocked expression.
Gilbert allowed himself to be pushed off, despite the fact that the other nation had no chance with his strength. He didn't look smug or threatening like the Canadian expected him to look. No, he just looked apologetic. They were both breathing heavily, lack of oxygen and the kiss taking their breath away.
"W-What...?" Matthew couldn't even form a sentence, let alone think straight. He felt slightly dizzy so he held out a hand to support himself on the wall. Had Prussia actually just kissed him?
Gilbert ran a hand through his hair, looking a little sheepish. "It was the only way you would listen. I really am sorry. I like you... a lot." He paused, looking defeated. "I just wanted to show you that."