Well Chick-a-dees, here's the bonus I promised you all. I kinda procrastinated all week and spent New Year's Eve writing up most of this. This is unbetaed so fair warning there will probably be A LOT of grammar mistakes. A special thanks to my reviewers pototo chip, ButterflyFlutterCry, b2, The Forgotten Traveller, halfdragonbooknerd, killerkitty15, DaPandaGirl, and QueenOfOlympus as well as everyone who favorited and followed this story. I'm so happy that everyone loved the story so far and now without further ado...Happy New Years everyone. Enjoy~

Warning: Profane language, obscene amounts of fluff, and an actual lemon which encompasses Man on Man kissing

Disclaimer: I wonder what would happen if I said I did own the rights to Hetalia? *thinks about it and shudders* Yeah, no. Not gonna take that chance. All rights go toHidekazu Himaruya and Gentosha Inc.

Omake (1)

Waking up to the familiar smell of maple was definitely in my top ten favorite moments of life. Eyes only half lidded, I turned to the side to seek out a familiar sight. With a smile, I stared at blonde strands spread out on the pillow we shared, at rounded cheeks (one of which was cutely smashed up against the pillow), and at pink lips that were parted slightly with just a bit of drool seeping out of the corner. The sight was more adorable than it should have been, and it was then that I knew that I was ruined for anyone else. What I had then and there was enough, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

Eyes opening fully, I thought about something. This was the first time that I had woken up before the other man. Usually I would wake up to the smell of those heavenly pancakes and whatever side he picked for the day. Since it was New Year's Eve and the opportunity presented itself, I decided to return the favor...well...as best as I could anyway. I wasn't completely hopeless in the kitchen, having my own apartment helped me form a sense of self-preservation and I can do simple things. Besides it's the thought that counts, right?

I hoped so as I slipped out of the bed silently and made my way downstairs, walking through the halls with familiarity. I had gotten used to the wooden beams and glass walls of the cottage that I had been inhabiting for the past few days. As well as the twists and turns of the halls and various trinkets from Canada's sparse travels. Even Kuma's sarcastic remarks barely fazed me anymore. Speaking of which, the fluffball was already in the kitchen once I made my way to the room.

"Guten morgen," I greeted him, trying to see if I could break his undaunted facade. But of course not.

"Bonjour," he returned with a pink tongue peeking through sharp white teeth in what could have been a cheeky smile.

That little cub had been giving me strange looks ever since I arrived, and making a point to be around whenever his owner and I seemingly had a moment alone. I swear he wanted to hog all of the blonde's attention, which was funny because once Canada confided in me that for a while the bear forgot him most of all. And yet his moist nose was always coming between us whenever we tried anything more than kissing. My boyfriend saw nothing wrong with what had been happening and just coddled his pet, giving it whatever it asked for. Even cake!

I sighed, not believing I actually felt threatened by the presence of the small mammal. Choosing to ignore the polar bear, I searched through the cabinets and refrigerator for something within my abilities to fix. In the end, I chose to make some crepes since I couldn't hope to compete with the blonde's special pancakes. Crepes at least could be filled with anything, and anything was just my style. I could feel the dark gaze of Kuma on my back the whole time I was gathering ingredients and it wasn't a comfortable feeling. There was tense silence between us while I mixed the batter, and it continued throughout the whole process of me preparing the fruity filling. Finally, as I was decided whether it would taste better to add a kiwi or not, he spoke up.

"What's your intentions with my owner?" The question was out of the blue and it shocked me immensely, making me choke on the filling I was sampling.

"I'm sorry, my...my what?" I asked, my tone incredulous mostly because of the choice of words. The pet's vocabulary had been growing it seemed.

"Your intentions," he clarified with a step towards me and I didn't know whether to laugh or gulp because I really couldn't tell if the pet was serious or not. It's not really an emotion you could tell on his furry face, but the sudden thick tension in the air helped the choice.

"I'm his boyfriend," I said, but I knew that wasn't the answer Kuma wanted. The slight growl affirmed that and I thought about how to word my next words. This wasn't really something I had ever planned for. "I have no intentions other than to make...your owner happy." I paused a bit not knowing how to address the nation in the bear's company. I figured it was safe to use the same term he did.

"You better not hurt him."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I mean what could a 2 foot ball of fluff do to me? My laughter was cut short by another growl, this one louder than before and I watched as before my eyes Kuma grew in size until he reached my shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight and my breathing might have hitched as well, but no one needs to know that.

"D-does..." I coughed nervously. "Does your owner know you can do that?"

"Nope." Well, that's interesting. His voice was deeper too. Oh joy.

"Okaaaay." I drew the word out before taking a deep breath to calm my nerves before I did something unaswesome (like fainting). "Look, I have no plans in ever hurting your owner. I will be by his side for as long as he wants me there." I stared steadily into the black orbs that were now only a foot below my own. That seemed to appease the polar bear because after a long pause (that had my heart hammering in my chest) he shrunk back into his more adorable form.

"Good," he said before waddling out of the kitchen. I heard a 'good morning, Kuma' and a few seconds later a sleepy eyed Canada walked into the kitchen and I smiled fondly at the sight, previous nerves forgotten. He was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand in a feline fashion and I wondered if I should change his nickname to Kätzchen. I quickly changed my mind when his gaze landed on me and he let out his usual sound of 'eep' in surprise.

"Gilbert! I-I didn't know you were down here. I would have made myself more presentable," he blushed while trying to rake his fingers through his bed head. It was too cute for words and I shook my head while walking over to him. I didn't care how he looked in the morning and I told him so with a kiss to prove it. It was a chaste though, since I was very mindful of morning breath.

"What are you doing down here anyway?" He asked after the kiss.

I swept my arm out in a dramatic fashion to the slight mess behind me. "Breakfast!"

"You're making breakfast?" he asked, taking in the scene. I snorted at the apprehension in his tone.

"No need to sound so scared, Vögelchen." I laughed. "I can make something simple as crepes." I made my way back to my half finished work, grabbing the batter and turning the stove on.

He perked up at that word. "Crepes?"

"Yep, with a mystery fruit filling."

His nose scrunched up cutely at the 'mystery' part. "Sound...interesting. Okay, I'll bite. Anything you need help with?"

"Nope."

"Hmm...okay, I'll wait in the bedroom for you."

I nearly dropped the bowl in my hands. "B-bedroom?"

"Uh-hun," he affirmed before turning around and heading back towards the steps. "I want breakfast in bed," he said, looking over his shoulder and I had to smile.

"Yes, Milord," I told him, placing one hand over my heart and giving a slight bow. My goal was obtained when I head his giggle and then retreating footsteps.

I hummed throughout the process of frying the batter and stuffing the crepes with my fruit medley of a filling. The end result was two hefty light brown crepes that smelled pretty good and didn't look like they got run over by a rhino stampede. So success! I found a tray and put the two plates on it as well as two glasses of orange juice. I smiled triumphantly at the awesome display before grabbing the tray and heading upstairs. Walking carefully up the steps, I couldn't stop the giddy feeling that filled me. I felt like I was only a few centuries old again and trying to serenade a potential lover.

But Canada was more than that, he was nothing like those I had lain with in the past. Mein Gott, how to begin to describe what the blonde meant to me? It's like when we met, the world became brighter just by being around him. When we talked, I paid more attention to his words rather than wondering what else that mouth could do. When we kissed, this incredible warmth spread throughout my body that left me with such a happy feeling.

And I was, happy that is. Since being dissolved, I didn't think that happiness could come in forms other than victory from battle. But now I knew better. Happiness could come from walking hand in hand down the street. It could come from embarrassing myself just to make the other laugh and smile. It could come from being accepted even when I knew I had no place in the world anymore. Canada was the reason for all of that and so much more. Somehow within just a few short weeks thoughts of the blonde had become constant in my mind, and there was a warmth I kept feeling in my chest that I couldn't quite put a name to yet, but it could very well be-

My thoughts halted as I reached the door to Canada's room and I shook my head as if that would clear my mind of emotion-loaded thoughts. The door was ajar, so I just used my shoulder to push it open enough for me to slip my body and the tray through. I watched my angel as he was too fixated on the book in front of him to notice my arrival. I couldn't see the title, only that it was a dark blue in color with what looked to be a circle of fire covering half the book cover. After he turned two more pages without looking up, I decided to bring him out of his inner word.

"Hey, Matthew." Gott, I'd never get tired of saying his human name.

He jumped slightly and looked around for the disturbance before his amethyst orbs landing on my own red ones. "Oh Gilbert, I didn't know you came in. Sorry, this is a really good book," he smiled sheepishly. I waved off the apology and moved over to his side of the bed.

"What book is it?" I asked as he put it down on the bedside table and I situated the tray on his upper thighs.

"It's called Divergent, and it's awesome. I picked it up on a whim and now I can't put it down!" His eyes were bright behind the glasses he wore and the excitement was clear in his voice.

"Wasn't that a movie that came out sometime this year?"

There was a snort from the other male. "The movie has nothing on the book."

"You've watched the movie?"

"No."

"Then how would you know?"

"Gilbert, the books are always better than the movies. It has more detail!"

"I'll take your word for it," I told him, not wanting to risk a lengthy discussion and have the food get cold. Canada seemed to realize this as well and he picked up the fork that sat to the side of his plate. I watched as he just stared at the crepe in front of him for a few moments.

"It doesn't bite you know," I pointed out and he threw me a half-hearted glare before using his fork to cut off a small section of the crepe. With astounding grace he scooped up the severed dough and brought it to his mouth. Pink lips wrapped around the silverware and an equally pink tongue swiped quickly around his lips to caught any crumbs. I watched it all with eyes like a hawk, palms sweating slightly as I waited for his reaction. He chewed methodically and I could see him swirl the flavor around his mouth with his tongue before he swallowed.

"And the verdict is?" I prompted, my voice surprisingly steady.

"Strawberry, blackberry, tangerine and," his cheeks hollowed when he sucked on his tongue and let go with a pop. "Kiwi," he smiled triumphantly.

"Correct," I praised. "Is it...passable?" I asked, wanting to give myself some credit at least.

"More than passable, I'd say."

"Gut," I told him, because I didn't need to hear anything else. His smile said enough. Also the way he cut off another small section, this one with more filling that dribbled out around the fork, and he licked the utensil clean. Slowly and looking me daringly in the eyes while he did it. The blonde even added a low hum of appreciation that had me wondering when my angel turned into such a minx.

With most likely a blush on my face, I turned my gaze towards my own food with a cough, cutting my own crepe with admittedly less grace and precision than the other nation. There was a comfortable silence between us that didn't have to be broken, but I did anyway if not just to hear Canada's soft melodious voice.

"Did you have anything planned for today?" I said between bites.

Since Christmas, my days in my boyfriend's cottage were filled with exploring Ottawa, and to my surprise, I found out that he had been planning my visit for a while. On the 26th, he took me to Beavertails Pastry where we indulged in one of each, or well actually one half of each because we shared them between us. One of which (I can say proudly) that I convinced him to actually eat between us and we met in the middle for a kiss. I even managed to get a picture of the event that may or may not be my phone's wallpaper.

A couple of days later after a mouthwatering breakfast, we spent the morning ice skating on the frozen lake in his back yard. While twirling around me like a seasoned skater, he told me that he wanted us to skate on the Rideau Canal Skateway, but the ice was too thin. I told him that it didn't matter where we would skate as long as we were together to which he responded by tackling my to the icy ground and pressing his cold lips to mine over and over until both our lips (and my ass) were numb. In the afternoon, we went to a inexpensive, but no less delicious, Italian restaurant.

Yesterday, he surprised me by dragging me out of bed early in the morning for a hike around Mackenzie King Estate. The morning we went to Beavertails, Canada took me to get proper winter gear (though the maniac was comfortable in only just a freaking windbreaker) so I bundled up and followed the blonde up and down snowy trails and around stone structures. That afternoon we drove 5 hours to Niagara Falls to witness the Winter Lights Festival. It was an amazing sight.

So basically I was being spoiled by my boyfriend and I loved every second of it.

"Actually, I was thinking about showing you Parliament Hill, have lunch and then see the National Gallery. Tonight, however, what do you think about having some fun at a casino?"

"Sounds hella awesome," I smirked, imagining us gambling late into the night until the countdown started for the new year. I'd make sure to kiss him as the crowd screamed Happy New Year.

"Oh? Think you're going to get lucky tonight?" He had a challenging look in his eyes.

"Oh, I hope so," I winked and he rolled his eyes before smacking me playfully on the shoulder.

"We'll see." Were his cryptic words.

(^w^)

Parliament Hill was a beautiful Modern Gothic work of limestone. It was a huge structure comprised of an East, West and Center Blocks of Parliament. The symmetry of the building served to bring attention to the Peace Tower in the middle. I stared in awe at the history that oozed from the place. It was the country's main attraction and a powerful one at that.

"This was originally a site for a military base, but Queen Victoria picked it for the capital once the Upper and Lower parts of my country united."

Beside me Canada was having fun being my personal tour guide, pointing out things and giving me little facts about structures we passed. We were walking around the building, bypassing the main tour that was going on because as the proud nation put it, he could explain it better.

"You see that?" he asked, pointing to a naval cannon. "England gave that to his troops, but we bought it a few years later and fired once a day at noon, so it's called the Noonday Gun."

Once inside, I was enraptured by the marble floors, the dramatic lighting, and the stone walls. The statues appeared so realistic that I half expected for the birds to take flight. Another part that really captured my attention was the Diamond Jubilee Window. I was told the brilliant stained glass was created to celebrate the 60th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth. We passed through many halls and rooms during the impromptu tour, each one having it's own story it seemed.

"There was a fire early on that consumed the whole Center Block. The library was relatively unscathed thanks to the quick thinking of an employee who closed the metal doors. There are a lot of irreplaceable books that were saved."

I could hear the pride that was so plain in his voice and I stared at the stunning man beside me whose blonde hair was being flown back by the powerful force of his stride. I smiled because his enthusiasm was freaking contagious and that warmth from before was threatening to overcome my entire being. Now, I've never had anything to compare it to, but it was a big possibility that the emotion I felt was-

"You okay, Gil?" I heard through the thick cloud of my thoughts. "Is my history speech boring you? I'm sorry." He looked so forlorn that I rushed to correct him.

"What? No no no, nothing like that. Wait," I said, my steps faltering in shock. "Gil?"

I watched as my angel blushed and ducked his head, but answered all the same. "W-well, you always called me Vögelchen and I'm not really creative enough to come up with a nickname, so I thought...I could just shorten your name? I-is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. I mean...I like it," I smiled his way and he gave me one back. "And like I said before, no your speech didn't bore me. I like listening to your voice." His blush deepened and I couldn't help but to kiss him on the cheek and grasp his hand in mine. They fit like two puzzle pieces. We continued to walk and soon found ourselves standing in front of some type of war painting. It reminded me of something and I turned to my boyfriend.

"I keep forgetting to ask you...did something happen in the past between you and mein bruder?" I watched as a saddened look came across his face and his lips drew down into a slight frown. I didn't like that expression on his face.

"Things got a bit...bloody during WW2 between us. Honestly, I thought everything would get better once the embassy was established in Berlin back in 2005, but he still has this...apprehensive look in his eyes whenever we are close. Believe me, I want to clear the air between us, but the only time I see Germany is at world meetings and whenever I try to speak up America usually talks over me, or the countries are yelling at each other, so I just don't bother."

"Well, he's going to have to get over that since you'll be around for a while. You know I was going to set up a time for you two to officially meet and talk. Not that I need his permission or anything, I'm the oldest, but West is a big part of my life and so are you, so it makes since for you two to meet. I know, you can come back to Berlin sometime. We could have a little dinner date between the 3 of us, although that sounds a bit weird when I put it like that." I was basically muttering to myself at that point, lost in my racing thoughts that I didn't notice the blinding smile in front of me until two small hands were cupping my cheeks and my eyes focused. "Uh...yeah?"

"I'm...going to be around for a while?" His voice was soft and it held a watery edge to it that baffled me. I thought I already made that fact clear.

"Of course. As long as you want, Vögelchen." That seemed to trigger something as a lone tear slide down his face. I went to wipe it away but he shook his head.

"No, don't. It's c-cause I'm happy. You make me s-so happy, Gilbert."

I didn't hesitate. I grabbed him at the waist with both hands and pulled him close until our foreheads touched. "You make me happy too, Matthew. More happy than I've ever been with anyone else." My words were filled with raw emotion and they were completely honest.

More tears followed after them, but the smile stayed on his face, more radiant than I've ever seen.

(^w^)

We didn't go to the National Gallery. After leaving Parliament Hill (and the embarrassment of finding out a tour group had been watching our teary confession) we went to lunch at the Bay Street Bistro and then walked along Alexandra bridge hand in hand before going shopping for something to wear to the casino that night. He took me to the Rideau Centre were we went for shop to shop looking for the perfect outfit. Mein Gott, we had turned into teenage females.

"Come on, Gil. I'm sure you look awesome as usual," I heard from the opposite side of the dressing room door. I stared at myself in the mirror, after trying on several outfits, this one spoke to me most. But it wasn't what would speak to me, it was what would speak to my boyfriend. I went through a mental checklist.

Do I look hot?

Check.

Does it make my shoulders look broad?

Check.

Is it easy to undress?

Check.

I'm good to go then, I thought as before I finally stepped out of the dressing room. I smirked when I noticed violet eyes raking up and down my body, he stopped at my neck and let out a snort.

"Really, Gil?"

I looked down at myself. In the end I had decided on wearing a navy blue suit with a black button undershirt. On my feet were black low quarters and instead of a tie around my neck, I opted for a white bowtie.

"What?" I asked, it was perfectly picked in my opinion.

"A bowtie?"

"Oh, Vögelchen," I said with a smirk. "Bowties are cool."

I got an eye roll and low mutter of 'nerd' for my efforts, however, we he finally picked his outfit I saw he chose a dark grey charcoal suit with a white button undershirt and a red bowtie. I gave him a knowing smile which he ignored, but that just made me want to tease him more. I refrained though (barely) and just followed him out of the store carrying both of our bags. But not before my eyes did some wandering of their own.

Does he look hot?

Check.

Do the pants shape his legs?

Check.

Is it making me want to jump him?

Check.

We stopped only one more time, because for some strange reason he really wanted ice cream (as if it wasn't cold enough already) and then we got back into his car. The drive back to his cottage wasn't filled with talking. Instead our hands were clasped in between us and I rubbed slow circles around the back of his hand, all the while listening to the soothing tunes from the radio.

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

I could have laughed at the lyrics that rang so pain-stakingly true.

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

I thought about the light around my angel that shined so bright and drew me in.

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

I hoped that he knew that, that I wanted him to be a constant in my life. That there was this warmth whenever he was around, a warmth that intensified whenever we made contact in anyway, from a simple kiss to holding hands. It was so strong that it scared me sometimes. Not only that, but I had only ever heard about this phenomenon in books or movies. It was crazy to even consider that...I mean, I never imagined that I would ever-

"If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?" a soft voice sang to my left. I looked over and saw that we were in his driveway, and it took me a minute to realize that he wasn't just singing along with the words of the song. There wasn't much to ponder really, it was insane just what I would do as long as the Western nation was by my side.

I kissed his hand as an answer.

(^w^)

We had lounged around for a few hours in peace, just laying on the couch watching game shows and eventually nodding off. It was...nice, and strangely domestic waking up from a nap with a blonde head on my bicep and my other arm settled on his waist, his small body curled up into my chest. I laid there content and not willing to move muscle. After a few minutes I saw his eyes move rapidly behind closed lids and I knew he was close to waking up. Sure enough, one violet orb opened and then its twin followed.

"Hmmm...hey," he greeted me, voice low and lazy.

"Hey, yourself," I replied in a similar fashion.

"I gonna kiss you now," he warned me softly, but I had no qualms about the action.

Instead I smiled. "I'm waiting."

He leaned forward to close the short distance between us. The kiss was sweet and languid and when we finally parted my breath left me in a sigh.

"I wouldn't mind doing that more often," I told him and he lifted an eyebrow in response.

"Is that so?"

"Hmmm-mmm," I hummed. It turned into a low groan when he kissed me again. I was a big fan of him taking the initiative. We stayed in each others arms for a while, slow kisses exchanged between us, but all good things must come to an end.

"What time is it?" Canada asked when we separated.

I glanced over at the clock mounted over the TV. "7."

He hummed and I could tell he was contemplating getting up now versus later. In the end, he must have decided to stop procrastinating and moved from my arms, albeit reluctantly. I grabbed his glasses from the small coffee table where I was put them after the blonde had dozed off and placed them on the bridge off his nose.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I couldn't help it. I gave the tip of his nose a kiss that had the other man blushing in that adorable way of his before rising from the couch, stretching my limbs out when I stood to my full height. We showered (separately, you perverts) and then donned our new suits before heading off. By the time we reached the casino it was 8 pm and the parking lot was nearly full. With pure luck we found a parking spot someone had vacated only seconds before.

I hoped that luck would continue throughout the night.

Casino du Lac-Leamy was a lavish stone and glass structure that sat on a small peninsula, surrounded by water and lush vegetation, not to mention a few gushing fountains. We stood in front of the building in our new brand suits looking quite handsome if the stares from other patrons were anything to go by. My angel seemed oblivious to the heated stares and licked lips being sent his way, but that didn't mean I was and with a possessive arm wrapped around the other man's waist I made it known that the blonde was taken.

We didn't immediately go to the casino. Turned out that Canada had reservations for the casino's Le Baccara gourmet restaurant and we ate dinner there. I was glad we had bought new clothes, because it was clearly one of those fancy 5 star types of places. There was even an on-stage orchestra that played for everyone as background music.

I didn't recognize a thing on the menu (because half the dishes were French), so Canada ordered for me. I half-expected him to order frog legs or something equally appalling, but thankfully our waiter came back around with first a bowl of some kind of soup (Cream of Jerusalem artichoke soup apparently) and then after the dishes were cleared away he brought out two plates of medium rare beef tenderloin with a side of baby carrots and some type of deep fried ball thingies (braised oxtail cromesquis I was told). A bottle of expensive red wine was placed on our table as well as.

We ate in relative silence that was only broken by a few exclamations of mine about the food. After clearing our plates and emptying our wine glasses, we found ourselves in the actual casino part. It was lively being New Year's Eve, and other patrons dressed similarly to ourselves were shouting either in joy or outrage, but that didn't take away from the fun. We bought our chips that were carried conveniently in a small case and walked around a bit to choose which game to start first. I wanted to start easy with a few slot machines, but Canada wanted to go big or go broke (for the new year he reasoned), so we went to a blackjack table first.

The dealer went around the table giving everyone a card. I got a 2 the first time and then a Jack the second time, I decided to go for it and wrapped my knuckles against the tabletop twice to show I wanted one more card. I was given a 7 so I stayed. I grabbed a random drink from a nearby waiter and downed in in one gulp. If we were going to party we had to do it right. I took one more to give to my companion and turned to see him biting his lip in concentration. He also knocked on the table for the dealer to hit him with another card. Around us already 3 people bust, when the dealer asked to see our cards I flipped over my 19. The dealer also had 19, someone else had 20 with caused me to groan. I looked over to my boyfriend, expecting to see a similar disappointed expression, but to my surprise I saw a triumphant grin. I looked down and saw a King, 9 and 2. Blackjack.

The table went wild with clapping and even the dealer tilted his head in acknowledgement. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder and gave his a cheek a kiss that caused him to blush and the table to whoop. We played four more games all but one either Canada or I won, before heading on to something else. There was a loud cheer which we followed to a baccarat game. I've never played, but I'm a big fan of trying everything at least once so I threw some chips in and tried my luck. By some miracle I actually won, but then lost it all won the next game. I finally did get to have fun with the slot machines sometime during the night and then we both played bingo (because why the hell not?).

All the while we were grabbing random glasses from passing waitresses and drinking to our hearts content. I lost count of how many drinks I consumed, but I was pleasantly surprised to know that the Canadian was right behind me. I would have picked him for a lightweight because of his size but I guess it's true what they say about judging a book by it's cover. We were in the middle of roulette when the sudden urge to pee hit me hard. I excused myself from the blonde's side and told him I'd be right back. I was walking around looking for the restroom when the announcement blared from the loud speaker that there were ten minutes until midnight.

Time really flew by, I thought as I finally located the restroom and pushed open the door with the man figure (pictures, the Universal Language). It was a blast being around the Western country in this environment. He was really in a party mood tonight, and it most likely was from all the alcohol that was consumed, but I like to think that I brought him out of his shell a little. There was one point in the night where he flipped off the dealer and called him a cheat (that's when I found my angel was a bit of a sore loser) and we ran away from the craps table giggling in a way only people influenced by alcohol can. I finished emptying my bladder and went over to the sink to wash my hands.

20...

I heard the counting start, loud enough to be heard through the walls and I panicked, quickly drying my hands and throwing the paper towel somewhere near the trashcan. I pushed the door open with a bit more force than necessary.

17...

16...

15...

I ran through the crowd, my heart beating faster and faster as the numbers trickled down. I pushed, I shoved, I even shouldered people out of my way to find my boyfriend. I had to give him the first kiss of new year.

11...

10...

9...

I saw him before he saw me, blonde hair slicing through the air as his head swiveled frantically trying to find me as well. I struggled all that much harder against the tide, until there was only a few people that stood between us.

4...

3...

I was so close!

2...

I reached out my arm.

1...

My hand clasped around his bicep and I swung the nation around.

"HAPPY NEW YEARS!"

I pulled him to my chest, my hands finding purchase on his rounded cheeks and brought his lips to mine, giving him the first kiss of 2015. The noise round us faded away and soon it was just the two of us, connected by our lips. It started out gentle, but with the alcohol in our system and the festive atmosphere around us it quickly turned more passionate. His arms were around my neck and mine were around his waist pressing him closer to me before they slipped under the back of his jacket, rubbing circles on the small of his back. He shuddered under my ministrations and sank his slim fingers into my hair, deepening the kiss. We didn't want to separate our lips but soon it became necessary, and when we finally broke apart, we were both breathless.

"Home." Was the only word he said, his pupils blown wide behind his glasses and chest heaving.

I couldn't agree more.

(^w^)

The door banged against the wall behind it as we stumbled in. Our lips were connected once we were out of the car and it continued the whole walk to the front door. It was hard and a bit dangerous walking up the hill to the cottage while making out like a bunch of horny teenagers. I licked and nipped at the conjuncture of my angel's neck and shoulder while he tried with shaking hands to put his key in the door to unlock it. After the third try it finally went in.

I pushed him up against the door once it close and kissed him again, my tongue diving into his mouth and tasting every corner. It was addicting. A mix of the maple syrup he drowned everything in, and another sweeter taste I couldn't identify. I just knew I wanted more, and I was going to get it. He pulled me down the hallway and into the living room over to the couch where hours ago we were curled up in a loving embrace. Now he was aggressively pushing me down and straddling my hips, his hands found their way back into my hair and he controlled the kiss from then on.

He devoured my mouth for a moment all the while his hips were moving to their own beat. Slowly, sensually, they grinded down to mine and in no time I was hard and aching from the constant movement. I groaned at the feeling, trying to move my own hips in sync, but failing when his moans reached my ears.

"Gilbert, ah...oui...enfin." I didn't know what he was saying but the tone was clear. He wanted this just as much as I did.

"Matthew," I nearly growled against his lips before I took back control of kiss, deeper this time and I sucked on his tongue making his breath hitch. It was then that I identified the taste from earlier. I didn't recognize it before, but now I could taste the alcohol on his tongue and that caused me to pause. I broke away from the kiss, taking deep breaths to calm my raging hormones and get my thoughts back in order.

"We can't do this."

There was a pause after I uttered those words. His hands slid from my hair. "What?"

"We can't do this," I repeated. "Not like this."

"Wh-what? But why? Is..is it me?"

I almost could see him shrink within himself. "Matthew, no," I sighed, frustrated that he would even think he would be the problem. "I'm telling you this because don't want our first time to be a drunken fumble-"

"I'm not drunk," he countered rocking his hips once more and moaned. "At least...not from the alcohol." I grabbed his hips to keep them from moving because it was distracting and had my resolve wavering. He pouted at the action and sighed. "Do I look drunk to you?" he asked, leaning back and crossing his arms.

I stared into his eyes and noticed that once the lust retreated form his gaze, the amethyst orbs were as clear as any other day, albeit with a bit of anger. "Well...no, but-"

"Gilbert, I want you," he interrupted, and I let out a startled gasp as he reached down between us and palmed my erection through my pants. "I've been waiting for a long time. Do not deny me this now." There was a fire behind those violet eyes and I was really tempted to get burned. "Please," he whispered, one hand going to the back of my neck and pressing our foreheads together while the other continued to stroke me through the fabric.

How could I say no when he was doing that to me with that look in his eyes?

I couldn't.

"I don't want you to regret this." I tried once more to give him an out.

"I won't." He didn't take it. "I won't," he repeated before capturing my lips again. This time his hands were undoing the buttons of my suit jacket and soon he was pushing the heavy fabric and it was tossed somewhere about the room. He fumbled with the buttons on my dress shirt for a minute before pushing away.

"Off," he ordered and I didn't hesitate to obey. I made quick work of my shirt and he was right behind me. Soon we were both topless and gazing at each other's bodies. I stared at the creamy skin presented to me, without blemish or scars. Two pale pink nipples were standing at attention and making my mouth water.

"Gorgeous." I raised my eyes to his when I heard the word. Shouldn't it be me saying that? "You're so gorgeous. Goodness, Gil, how did I get so lucky?" Okay, now I now I must be projecting my thoughts into his brain or something because those were the exact words on my mind. I didn't answer him and instead showed my thoughts in my actions, leaning my head forward to worship his body with kisses, one hand at the small of his back and the other on his hip.

Once I reached his chest, I licked one nipple causing his to arch his back and let out a sultry moan. Keeping one hand on his back, I brought the other to the front to tease its twin while I licked and sucked on the rosy bud, humming in satisfaction. I switched sides after a moment, but stopped when I was tugged away by my hair. I peered up and saw a gorgeous flush on his face that extended down his neck.

"Later," he told me, one hand trailing down my torso to the top of my pants. "Now," he panted. "I need more." He undid the first button and pulled my zipper down, adjusting his stance on my hips while he did it. I felt arousal flare at his actions, not expecting him to be so aggressive, but I liked it. My not-so-innocent angel.

"The lube is under the couch," a small voice said and it broke us out of our ravine. The smart-mouthed little polar bear walked past our perch on the couch and spoke on his way into the kitchen.

"Kuma!" Canada groaned, his forehead slumping on my shoulder in embarrassment and I bit back a laugh that wanted to escape. He felt the lurch my shoulders anyway and smacked me on my bare chest.

"Ow," I said in mock hurt.

"It wasn't funny." He tried to sound angry, but his face was flushed red so it negated the attempt. I placated him with a few kisses.

"Let's move this to the bedroom, yeah?" He nodded and climbed off my lap, squatting down beside my leg to reach under the couch, After a moment he withdrew his arm and sure enough there was a travel-sized bottle of lube in his hands. I raised my eyebrow at him, but his face only reddened more, so I let it go already having a good idea why it was there.

Together we made are way up the stairs, the atmosphere no longer primitive, but no less passionate with the fleeting touches and kisses exchanged. We reached his room and without being prompted helped each other remove the rest of our clothes. At last we ended up on the large bed, him below me with the red sheets as his background and me in between his legs with the bottle of lube in my hand.

I stared at the perfection that laid under me, creamy legs spread submissively and hair flared out across the pillow and I felt that warmth again, the strongest I've ever felt it, nearly burning me from the inside. That was when it hit me. That I knew what the emotion was I was feeling, the one that was nagging in the back of my head all day. It was-

"Gil?"

It was love.

Mein Gott...I was in love

"Gil?"

It didn't matter that we only knew each other for only a few weeks.

Love was special like that, right?

Heilige Scheiße, I was in love!

"Gilbert?" Canada called out and I was freed from my inner world. I lifted my gaze to his and saw his head tilted down so he could see me. Though his eyes were still clouded with lust, I could spot flecks on concern as well. "Is everything alright?"

"...Ja," I said, my own voice a bit unsteady at my revelation.

I wanted to tell him.

I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I wanted to stamp it on my face, so everyone would know.

I wanted to tell him, but it wasn't the right time.

Not in the throes of passion where words and sounds that melted into incoherent babbling meant nothing.

But soon I would. When I found the right moment, I would tell him.

"Ja," I repeated, giving the underside of his knee a small kiss before popping open the cap on the bottle of lube, pouring some on my fingers and rubbing it to warm it up.

I used my index finger to circle his entrance a few times before I pressed in gently. This was a gasp that escaped his lips and I paused, letting him adjust until he told me to continue. I moved the digit in and out until I felt the resistance slip away and added another finger, repeating the process until I determined my lover (oh yes, I liked that word) was properly prepared. I withdrew my fingers and smirked when the other let out a displeased whine.

After locating a condom, I rolled it on quickly and liberally coated the outside with a few strokes. I guided myself to his entrance, then paused until he gave me the green light to move. When he nodded, I pressed the head of my erection to his prepped hole, and we both gasped slightly at the feeling. I took a deep breath before pushing forward, and groaned as I heard him moan louder and louder as every inch of me slid in until I bottomed out.

I hissed lowly at the feeling of him wrapped around me, and it took all my will power to keep my hips from bucking wildly like they wanted to. I had to make sure Canada was ready. I didn't want to hurt him.

Because I loved him.

"Gil...move."

That was my cue to go and I followed his command, thrusting shallowly until his whimpers of discomfort became moans of pleasure. I wanted to make this a night he would never forget. A memory he would treasure.

Because I loved him.

"Mon dieu...ah...more...se il vous plaît...more."

I sped up, my hands on his hips to give me greater leeway. His legs locked around my waist when I changed the angle of my hips, searching for the spot that would make his moans fill every inch of the room. That would give him the greatest pleasure.

Because I loved him.

"Ou-oui...there...oui! Nngh...Gil! Right there!"

His legs squeezed my mid-section and at the same time his entrance tightened around me. There was a sound, a low thunder-like growl, and it took a while to realize it came from me. Pleasure starting from my groin was traveling up and down my back at lightening speed, leaving my skin tingling. I was drowning in the sensations.

My scalp hurt slightly from my hair being pulled and then Canada's nails were leaving lines down my back while my own were creating crescent shaped marks on his hips. I removed them to lower myself to my forearms until our chests were nearly touching and his erection was sandwiched between our bodies. My hands took purchase in the sheets beside his head, twisting to anchor myself, and I used it to thrust even deeper into my lover.

"Vögelchen," I groaned into his ear before attacking my lips to his collarbone, nipping and sucking until it bore my proud mark. His moans were even louder now and I felt the coil in my lower stomach tighten considerably. I knew I was close. It was just too much, the silken words spoken in French moaned into my ears, the tight heat constricting around my swollen member, the lust swirling in amethyst orbs staring deep into my soul...

I came first.

Hard.

My hips stuttered from the force of it and my breath was taken from me. I felt the flesh surrounding me spasm a moment later, milking me as he followed me into post coital bliss. We both had to take a moment to catch our breath, and my arms shook from trying to keep myself from falling and crushing him. Turns out I didn't have to because he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down to him for a kiss, not caring about the mess in between us. When we broke apart, I leaned back and used one hand to wipe stray hairs from his sweaty face.

"Fuck."

I paused my motions and stared with wide eyes when I heard the profane word slip from my angel's lips. And then I chuckled because, well, that just about summed up my feelings exactly.

"Ditto."

I removed myself from his chest, grimacing at the feeling of cum sticking to my skin. I went over to his bathroom on shaky legs, the after effects from my intense orgasm, and after discarding the condom, grabbed a washcloth, soaking it with hot water to clean ourselves with. After the ordeal was done and we were pleasantly cum free, I gathered my lover into my arms and we laid there in perfect silence until a bell chimed once throughout the cottage.

"Happy New Year's, Gilbert." I heard from my side and I squeezed his body closer to mine.

"Happy New Year's, Matthew."

And scene! Whoo, that was my first lemon and let me tell you: reading one and writing one are two completely different things. Especially from the Seme's point of view. But hopefully it wasn't too horrible and you don't hate me and will never read a story by me again...this is the part when you say 'No Tink, of course not'

*The song is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. I haven't actually heard the song in years, but it popped into my head while writing this fic. Coincidence, much?

Well I had fun writing PruCan and I'm already thinking of a Valentines Day fic. Research on Canada has brought me some ideas for the future, not to mention I'm dying to visit there now. Negative temperatures be damned.

Review please~