Idon't: Got an tournament tomorrow, ready to win!

Missouri: Good luck, let's just hope if you lose, the song: What Hurts the Most doesn't come on again.

Idon't: Leave me alone!

Missouri: *sighs* She doesn't own Hetalia.

Matthew's P.O.V

I was smiling before I got onto the bus, but then, hearing the whispers, and seeing the glares, I quickly frowned. I sat down and sighed, clearly seeing Gilbert off in thought; I pulled out my kindle and started listening to it, and went off in thought as well.

Does he know I'm bi? If he does, does he hate me and only staying around to be nice before he hurts me? Does he like Alfred? Is he bi or gay? Should I ask him? Should I ask him to the prom? What should I make for dinner? PANCAKES! Yes, I'll make pancakes.

"Matthew, we're getting off." A voice startled me out of my deep thought. Looking over, it's Alfie.

"Hey, Mattie, I'll be over soon, I have to grab my homework, if you don't mind can we work together?" Gilbert asked.

"No, I don't mind, if you don't mind Alfred and his 'friend'."

"Nope, don't mind at all, see you in a minute, okay?" he said, then jogged after Ludwig, carrying his stuff.

Gilbert's P.O.V

"Okay, guys, I'll be back later, I'm going over to Matthew's, don't worry about dinner, Matthew's feeding me, I hope." I shouted and ran out the door.

Rushing over, I straighten my hair a little bit to where it looks normal, kind of, and knocked on the door.

"Matthew, Gilbert's here." Shouted a blonde with glasses, looking back at the stairs, waiting for Matthew, who was right beside him.

"Here I am, just do your homework Alfie." Sighing, he smiled at me, and led me upstairs, already having snacks up there, and his history books, flute case, and a laptop out, and a polar bear plushie.

"Sorry for the mess, Alfred was in here, trying to steal some of the snacks."

"No, it's okay, way better than mine."

"Okay," he said, after I caught him staring at me, "let's get to work. What do you need help with." He asked.

With asking you to go on a date, I thought, "Math, definitely math first."

"Okay, let's see, here," he pointed to the question I hadn't answered yet, "x to the cubed, times a squared, equal what?"

"Let's see, x is sixteen so sixteen cubed is," looking at the calculator, I started to reach for it when Matthew handed it to me, our fingers brushing over each other. When I got it, I wrote down what it was, "so four-thousand ninety-six times, a, which is two-thousand squared, it equals four million."

"Right, so what does it equal all together?" Matthew asked, still a little red from blushing.

"It equals, I don't know how to pronounce this."

"At least you know it's a number." He teased.

Having already shoved a cookie in my mouth, I replied with a shut up, and slapping him gently.

"Want to help me make dinner?" Matthew asked.

"Sure, why not."

Getting off the bed, I helped him pack up his flute, and put up his case. Walking down the stairs quietly, I was right behind Matthew.

"Why are we so quite?" I asked

"I want to check on Alfred." He replied.

Walking into the kitchen, we could see into the living room. And what I saw, I was a little bit shocked.

"That's your brother, right?" I asked.

Looking happy, he replied with a yes, and he told me he was waiting for this to happen, explaining that Alfred, Him, and Arthur were really good friends, and that Alfred and Arthur started showing signs that they liked each other a year ago.

Peeking in there again, I saw them kissing, not making out or anything, but just a nice simple kiss on the lips. Blushing, I thought that maybe, just maybe, that would be Matthew and me.

"Hey, Gilly, get your butt over here, and help me make them." Matthew whispered.

"Okay, okay. I'll help." He smiled then I realized, I have no clue what we're making, "Umm, what are we making?"

"Pancakes." He replied, giddily, which made me smile.

Telling me what to do, I grabbed the stuff to make pancakes, and started to make the batter.

"Mind to boil some blueberries and sugar?" he asked, having the pot on the stove, and pouring in the blueberries.

"No, I don't mind."

"Thanks, Oh I need something, hold on." Matthew told me, and then walked into the front room, snapping a picture on his IPhone 4S, then giggling to get his brother and his boyfriend, I'm guessing now, and told them to go to the store.

Walking back in, Matthew nodding to them when I mouthed if they were dating, he was really happy I guess because he hugged me.

Blushing, I hugged him back, enough to let him feel it, and I saw him blush, then I asked, "What did you send them for?"

Seeing him pull away to check on the blueberries, he replied, "Whip cream."

"Hey, Matthew?" I asked

"Yeah, what is it?" he replied, without looking over at me.

"Do you wanna hang out at the Family Fun Center, this weekend?" I asked

He nodded his head yes, I asked what day and he replied with Saturday.

"I can't wait!" he said happily

"Umm, do you smell something good?"

"The pancakes, they're done. Do you mind to stir the blueberries, I'm pretty sure they're done."

"MATTIE, WE'RE HOME!" A loud voice yelled, and I heard the door slam.

"Just in time," Matthew said, setting the pancakes down on the counter, "dinner's ready."

Idon't: Hope you enjoyed.