A/N I love this chapter *w* I really do~ I hope you'll love it as much as I do! Maybe this story is a bit rushed... but it's kinda tricky to go with parallell POV's, and sometimes I don't know how to get it together Dx So yeah, hope it's fine ^^'' This is the longest chapter yet! 8D 600 words longer than the last chapter~ I'm proud of myself c': Anyway xD hope you like it~! ((Hope it's not too long and you'll read it all ;w;))

I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Chapter 6

"Hey, can't we take these cereals? They're way better than those you took! Have you heard the new single of what's-her-name, it's pretty good! And that new movie, the special effects are awesome, hey, don't walk away from me!"

Alfred blabbers non-stop as the two brothers made their way across the store, buying whatever they thought they needed.

Matthew ignores his brother, taking the cereals he wants anyway. All Alfred told him to buy was pure sugar anyway. Not that he could talk when he filled the shopping basket with maple syrup. It was pretty calming though, going shopping like normal people and not thinking about everything else than what to put in their basket. Mostly maple syrup.

"Do you want something else on your pancakes?" Matthew asks when they come to the section with jam and various marmalades.

"Um, nutella? Yes, chocolate! Nutella has to be the ultimate pancake topping! Well, except for maple syrup of course. Nothing beats syrup!"

Matthew shut Alfred's voice out again as he moved the nutella from the shelf to their basket, maneuvering to the check out. The constant sound of Alfred's voice didn't really bother him though, they had lived together for a week now, and every time Matthew felt that everything slipped out of his hands and he was about to lose it, Alfred was there with his strong warm arms and loud voice. That voice made him come back to reality and he felt safe in that embrace listening to soft nonsense. The slept together too, like the old days when they where colonies of England's and they had nightmares. The nightmares of being all alone, did happen too Matthew, and just waking up feeling someone beside him, helped.

Suddenly, the Canadian anthem came out of Matthews' pocket, and he smiled apologetic at the cashier leaving the paying to Alfred. He blushed a bit when he answered the phone, not knowing what to do or answer, or who it was. No one called him!

"H-hello?"

"Hey, Birdie!" it was Gilbert's voice in the other end, almost screaming and laughing his trademark laugh at the end.

"B-birdie?" Matthew asks, blushing and shocked that the former nation called him out of the blue. They had talked at the last meetings, and met at Francis' birthday party, and Matthew was happy and surprised that the Prussian always remembered him.

"Yeah, isn't it a really cute nick-name? Just as cute as you" he made a pause to smirk and Matthew blushes more. "Hey, where are you? I'm outside your house and freezing my balls off!"

"Y-you're outside? Wh-why?"

"Why? The awesome I wanted to pay his little Birdie a visit! So, where are you? You're not in another country are you? Then I'd be kinda screwed…" Gilbert talked, Matthew was surprised how soft his voice could sound, when he wasn't boosting or screaming or laughing that laugh of his, he sounded really sweet.

"No, I'm just out shopping… Don't worry, I'll make some hot cocoa and pancakes for you when we come back" Matthew reassures him, smiling at all the attention he's getting.

"We? Who are you with?"

"Just Alfred." He can hear Gilbert let out a relieved sigh and then he laughs again.

"Just hurry back, 'kay? I'm really freezing and I want to see you…"

Matthew blushes, and he can hear Gilbert gasp as if he just realized what he said and hangs up. The blonde stares at the phone with hot cheeks, not knowing if he should smile because of the compliment, or be angry because he hung up on him. He decides to do the first and smiles, still blushing at his phone. He really has to hurry now, huh.

"Hey, Matt! Who's so important you left me to pay?" Alfred asks and come up besides his brother who slips the phone into his pocket again.

"Gilbert is outside my house waiting for us to come back" Matthew says, and takes the bag from his brothers' hands. "Is it fine with you?"

"As long as you're fine with it" Alfred shrugs and takes the keys to his Range Rover Sport out. They step into the car, Alfred behind the wheel, steering the car with great care, showing with his smooth movements that the car, "Gabriella", is one of his darlings.

"She's going quite smooth" he purrs and pats the car panel, talking to the car like it's a dog or a baby.

Matthew only nods, not to anger his brother and biting his lip not to make fun of his love for his cars. He had even named them! Yeah, he made Matthew call them these names too, just to prove his point that they actually were alive. With souls. Very metallic, and car like souls, but still souls.

As they came closer to Matthew's house, said owner almost missed the albino sitting in front of his house, on the staircase blowing on his hands. His white hair melted into the snow and his red eyes glowed in the dim light of the afternoon.

As he heard the car pull up on the drive way, Gilbert looked up and flashed a grin towards the Canadian who opened the door and stepped out. The albino rose and approached the blushing blonde, shoving his hands in his pockets to hide that he was shaking.

"H-hey," He grins, shaking more for every blow of the wind.

"Gil, are you shaking?" Matthew looks horrified, shoving the paper bag into Alfred's arms, pulling Gilbert's hands out of his pockets and pressing them between his own warm hands. "You're freezing! How long have you been out here?"

Gilbert feels his cheeks flush a bit, hiding his face in his scarf, but not too much to show off his grin. "I don't know, an hour?"

Matthew sighs and rubs Gilbert's hands between his own, blowing at them. "You should have called sooner! If I knew you were coming, I'd hurried home earlier."

"I wanted to surprise you" Gilbert mumbles, looking at their hands. Matthew's so warm. His hands are so soft, if he weren't freezing he'd take them in his hands and kiss them, but right now he needs that heat not to let his fingers fall off.

"Hey Mattie! Where are the keys?" Alfred sounded a bit irritated as he stood at the door, shifting his weight from one foot to another like a little kid wanting a toy on the top shelf.

"I gave them to you!" Matthew answers, never letting go of Gilberts hands. "Search your pockets; I'm sure you have them!"

Alfred mutters something neither Gilbert nor Matthew could hear, Gilbert was too busy staring at their intertwined hands. Matthew slowed his rubbing, looking up at Gilbert. "Are you warmer now?"

Gilbert answers with twisting his hands so their palms are together and intertwines their fingers, rubbing his thumbs against Matthews. "Yeah… Thanks Birdie."

Matthew blushes and nods. They stand there, facing each other in the cold winter afternoon, when the snow slowly starts to fall down from the sky. Matthew looks up in the sky, and when he looks down again his eyes locks with Gilbert's. His red eyes glows with a glow Matthew has never witnessed and he blushes, not able to look away. Time seems to slip by their minds, and they don't know how many minutes they stare into each others' eyes, lost in those fabulous irises of the other. Gilbert got caught in how incredibly violet Matthew's eyes were, like violets flowering on a field. Matthew felt himself drown in the red of Gilbert's, thinking of roses and Santa Claus.

"Are you guys getting in today?" Alfred made himself reminded, popping his head out and eyeing them suspiciously.

"U-uh, y-yeah" Matthew stammered, still not making any move to pull away from Gilbert's hands. "We're coming…"

He let go of one of the albinos' hands and dragged him into his house. In the hall he pulls off his jacket, and helps Gilbert with his too since he's still stiff from cold.

"I'll make us some hot cocoa, eh? Alfred! Do you want some cocoa?" Matthew smiles at Gilbert before walking into the kitchen, where Alfred is already seated in a chair. The American nods at his brother, watching him prepare the drinks.

"Are you happy now, Mattie?" he asks after a few minutes, when they hear Gilbert struggle to untie his shoelaces with frozen fingers.

Matthew looks at Alfred in confuse, before smiling and walking over to hug him. "…Yes I am, Al."

Though that's not true.