"I told you purple would look good on you, Mattie!" Gilbert gloated victoriously, standing proudly with his palms on his hips. He chortled and glanced over his shoulder at his sidekick. Matthew was on his knees, an anxious look on his face as he fingered the binoculars in his grasp. He erected his back, standing up to nearly meet the Prussian's height after he made sure they wouldn't be spotted.

"I still can't believe you refused to pay the people who helped with our costumes. You can't just claim you'll pay someone in awesomeness and then run out of the store laughing like a maniac-" Matthew recoiled as Gilbert turned towards him, "I-I'm sorry!" He fiddled with his fingers while staring at his lavender shaded boots. He flinched as a hand clapped over his shoulder.

"Kesesese~. Don't worry, Mattie. They'll just be thankful they had the chance to be grazed with our awesome presence!" Matthew respired, lifting his head again. He guessed it wasn't a big deal, especially since after Gilbert ran out and disposed of their everyday clothing, the Canadian turned, paid, and then raced after him.

"O-Okay. What now?" He rocked on his heels as he connected his pinky fingers behind his back. Gilbert was currently adorned in Prussian blue as he called it. Matthew wasn't even aware that it was an actual color, but went along with it without much of a problem. Gilbert was disguised in the attire of any random rural superhero. The only thing peculiar about his tight clothing was the signature sword he tucked into his belt which he had retrieved from under his bed. How Ludwig never found it during his house cleansing phases was past Matthew's knowledge. The Canadian was dressed similarly with a hockey stick to his side. They both wear leather boots, gloves, and white capes. If Matthew didn't know any better, he would have pointed out they looked like tacky wrestlers.

"Check and see if they are anywhere near the dining room. I'll sneak through the window, go through the kitchen, make us some sandwiches, and then I'll go into the basement." Matthew stared at Gilbert in bewilderment.

"Th-The basement? What does the basement have to do with the mission? I don't mean to be rude, Gil, but we got these costumes for nothing if we-" Matthew rubbed his forearm, twitching involuntarily as he realized he was being a critic. He flinched as Gilbert started to rub his hair.

"You're too adorable. Nein, you'll see once I let you inside. Go around back and I'll let you in, ja?" Matthew hesitantly nodded, "Awesome!" With that said, the Prussian ran to the house, ducking out of view, and jammed his thumbs into the crack of the slightly open window. Forcing it open, he sent Matthew a nod and crawled through. The Canadian trembled as he heard Gilbert fall onto the floor of the kitchen. They were going to get caught, he just knew it. Gilbert stood straight back up as if nothing had happened and smirked, waving at Matthew before turning and opening the refrigerator. Glancing into the living room, Matthew could see Ludwig had turned from listening to Feliciano ramble to the uproar in the kitchen.

"Gil, hurry," Matthew pled under his breath. Gilbert pulled out a pack of ham and a jar of jelly. He swayed both of the items in the air, mouthing to Matthew quietly. PB&J or ham and cheese? Biting his lip, the Canadian glimpsed back to the living room where Ludwig was arising and back to the Prussian. Quickly, he raised a frail hand and signaled the number one. Gilbert squinted before nodding and grabbing the peanut butter. He turned to grab the bag of bread and swiped a knife. Simultaneously, Ludwig opened the kitchen door and his elder brother made a mad dash for the stairway leading to the basement. Narrowing his sky blue eyes, the German surveyed the kitchen which looked like a food thief had struck. Not soon after, he closed the refrigerator.

"Ludwig?" Feliciano's pleasant voice wafted through the cracked window. Ludwig turned back to the direction he had just come from and shook his head.

"I'm coming, Feli. I'm sure it was just Gilbert trying to sneak in here like he always does," he departed through the kitchen door, "I have no idea why, since he lives here…" Matthew creased his eyebrows, pondering about how anticlimactic the previous situation had been. I bet if Gilbert had gotten caught, his brother wouldn't have cared either way…. Shaking his head to get out of his thoughts, he recalled his responsibility. Ducking beneath the outlook of the house windows, he crept around the back of the house, seeing Gilbert was waiting for him at a gate.

"Um… Can you please open the gate, Gilbert?" Gilbert grinned, cackling. He shook his head and placed his hands on his hips.

"Nope! I know a better way!" Matthew swallowed heavily, sensing nothing good was going to come out of this. He tucked a strand of wavy hair behind his ear.

"Um… Then how…?" Gilbert stepped closer to the gate and stretched out his arms. Matthew's lavender eyes widened. No… He didn't seriously want him to….?

"Come on, Mattie. I'll catch you." He stared at his partner in crime for a moment, wondering if he was serious until the albino started to complain about being left hanging. Closing his eyes and suppressing a shudder of humiliation, Matthew stepped closer to the gate. He extended his arms and reached forward, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of rouge. Gilbert smiled warmly and hooked his arms under the other male's armpits, lifting him up. Matthew felt closer to dying by the second, his mouth quivering in embarrassment as Gilbert slowly pulled him over the gate and into his welcoming arms.

"Kesesesese…. See? That wasn't so bad, Mattie." Matthew politely pushed away from the Prussian and pulled down the front of his shirt, his cheeks a blistering red. It was bad enough the albino was willing to pick him up and pull him into his arms like a toddler, but then the wooden fence had to scrape his underside. Additionally, his shirt rebelliously slid up to his chest whilst he was halfway through the transition.

"I g-guess…. The gate kind of scratched my stomach a tiny bit…" Why do I always have to be a burden to Gilbert? Matthew thought somberly, but was yanked out of his thoughts when Gilbert boosted his shirt upwards and began to rub his abdomen softly. His eyes wide, his voice faltered and became sort of squeaky.

"M-Maple!? What are you doing, Gilbert?!" Gilbert hissed in laughter again, patting his belly before letting the shirt fall down once again.

"Rubbing your oh-so-horribly injured stomach, duh. Or were you lying about it?" He guided Matthew into the basement of the house and opened a mini refrigerator, pulling out two beers and offering one to Matthew. The Canadian politely declined, but did nothing to protest when Gilbert pushed the beverage into his hands nevertheless.

"… Thanks… And no, Gilbert, I wasn't lying at all, I promise…." He meekly assured. Gilbert unfolded the couch so it formed a bed, layering a blanket over it and sitting down. Pulling a pillow into his lap, he met Matthew's unsure gaze. W-Where should I sit? I don't want to be rude and sit where he usually sleeps… It wouldn't be nice to have to lay my head where someone's butt has been…

"If you weren't lying, then come over here and lay down. I want to rub your tummy because I'm awesome and I want to." The Canadian flushed at how the Prussian casually used the term "tummy". Gilbert glared at Matthew playfully until he visibly surrendered and crumbled in defeat. He slowly walked over to Gilbert, feeling he was losing his dignity with every passing second. He gulped and lay on his side, placing his head in Gilbert's lap.

"…." The only good thing about this was Alfred wasn't there to gather blackmail material. Like intended, Gilbert lifted his shirt again and began to rub his tummy. His face heating up, Matthew hid it in the feathery pillow. Reaching behind him, Gilbert picked up the bag of bread and began to one-handedly make a sandwich.

"Do you want me to make your sandwich, Mattie?" Gilbert questioned coolly. Matthew slowly nodded, keeping his face hidden. Maybe if he buried his face deep enough, he could cut off his oxygen supply and not have to deal with this mortification….

"Alright." After a few minutes, Matthew turned to lay on his back as Gilbert never paused in his ministrations. He had managed to make four sandwiches with one hand and finished his serving of beer in one swig. Looking down, he smiled.

"Want me to feed you?" He teased as Matthew pouted at his torment. Taking that as a yes, Gilbert ceased his belly rubbing only for the Canadian nation to moan in protest. It was embarrassing, yes, but it still felt nice, Matthew reminded himself silently. This seemed to greatly please the ex-nation, making him smirk down at Canada.

"Oh, you don't want me to stop?" He snickered. Matthew frowned.

"Ah, don't be mad, Mattie. I was only playing around with you. I like rubbing your tummy." The reason for this was that his stomach's texture was so cotton-like and the albino loved feeling the warmth radiating from it. Plus, whenever Matthew respired, he could feel the smooth, flat surface level itself out and then swell up again. The movements made Gilbert feel odd, but strangely calm. His own movements were so intimate, it almost sickened him and his stomach twisted in weird knots. But when he tried not to think about it, he generally enjoyed the sensation of another being close to him.

Honestly, he didn't know if he'd be able to survive if Matthew ever left him completely.

"Gilbert? ... Are you okay?" Gilbert snapped out of his haze and nodded.

"Ja…." He grabbed a sandwich and lowered down to Matthew's mouth.

"Bite or I'll bite you." Matthew was fairly certain that the statement was a serious threat, so he opened his mouth and chewed off a piece. Gilbert tried to ignore the way his stomach lurched in reaction to Matthew's sweet, innocent image staring up at him so endearingly as he ate from his hand. He redirected his attention to his laptop to avoid throwing up from uneasiness.

"So, about my plan…" Matthew sat up and twisted around to face the screen as Gilbert pulled up a digital window. He blinked, removing his glasses to look closer. He placed his glasses back on and turned back to his partner.

"Gil…. Why do you have cameras in the houses of all the nations?" Gilbert grinned and turned to face him. He pinched Matthew's cheeks mischievously, taking joy in the fact that they turned rosy.

"Oh, Mattie. Sweet, innocent Mattie. Nein, I don't have cameras in every house, because I have yet to set some up in yours." Matthew gasped, whipping his head towards the Prussian.

"What!?" He exclaimed as loudly as his body would allow, which wasn't very loud. Gilbert patted his head soothingly.

"Nothing." Ignoring the hyperventilating of his companion, he pulled up three separate households to focus on. Occupying those said households, were Lovino and Antonio, Arthur and Francis, and lastly Feliciano and Ludwig. Strangely, Lovino, Arthur, and obviously Feliciano, were not at their own homes. Matthew furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I thought we were focusing on Germany and Italy?" He did not feel very comfortable using their human names when he didn't know them personally. Gilbert grinned madly and raised a finger.

"See, this is where it gets interesting, Mattie." Matthew raised an eyebrow and reached for another sandwich. Gilbert stopped him, grabbing it himself and holding it to his mouth.

"I have to feed you. You got that, you little rebel?" Despite his resistance, Matthew couldn't contain a giggle. He took a portion off and chewed slowly as Gilbert set the sandwich down again, giving Matthew a look that warned him not to try to feed himself again. It was ridiculous, yet the Canadian nation adored it.

"As I was saying, I have a plan to get those all of these lovebirds together." Matthew tilted his head, watching the small figures move around on the screen. Like normal, Francis was trying to feel Arthur up as they attempted to cook together. Lovino and Antonio were watching an Italian movie together. The Italian nation barked at the Spaniard every once in a while for making a loving comment. Now that the whole layout of the living room was in front of them, Matthew could clearly see that Feliciano was cuddling Ludwig while he doodled pictures of them on a notepad. Every few seconds, he would show Ludwig and the German would flush intensely.

"Feli, please stop wasting paper by drawing such… Odd things…."Gilbert turned to Matthew and nudged him gently.

"See? These guys desperately need my…- Our help, because Ludwig is his own giant cock-block." Matthew smiled at the way Gilbert corrected himself to include him. It made him feel special in that way only Gilbert always managed to.

"Hehe…. I guess so…. But I thought Romano and Spain were already a couple?" Gilbert shook his head, snorting with laughter.

"Nein. You see, Toni proposed to Romano three times. Every single time, he said no. The third time, he told Toni that he wouldn't marry him until they'd been dating for a million years… So Toni took that as a sign that they are now dating. I don't think Romano is aware of it, though…" Matthew gasped at his heartbreaking story. That poor Spanish nation! He'd be waiting forever before Romano truly accepted his feelings! It was sort of sad… Now Matthew knew he was fully on board to help that hopeless relationship.

"Ve~… But Luddy, it only makes sense to draw you riding a seahorse with a sailor's outfit on. Plus, I think you look cute in it." Ludwig turned his head away as Gilbert muffled a snicker before they redirected their attention to the Spanish-Italian couple.

"Oi! Bastardo, keep your perverted hands off me!"

"But Lovi, I'm not a pervert," Antonio whined helplessly as he tried to wrap his arms around Lovino again, only for Lovino to kick him away stubbornly. Meanwhile, Arthur was pinned against the kitchen counter against his will, resisting through shoving the Frenchman away by his face.

"You frog, I swear if you touch me one more time, I'm leaving."

"Ah, but mon cher, that won't help us at all. You'll never learn to cook better and I'll be starved of amour." Matthew exhaled, trying not to laugh. But he knew for sure he agreed with Gilbert now. These countries desperately needed their help.

"Okay, Gilbert, maybe you're right. But what will we do?" Gilbert smiled and closed his laptop. He walked to another side of the room and picked up a white board. Grabbing a black marker, he began to draw.

"Mattie, my best friend and awesome sidekick," Gilbert praised as Matthew glowed, "We're going to go to the houses of Romano, Feli, and Arthur while they're asleep." He flipped around the board to reveal detailed, miniature versions of the nations asleep in bed. Matthew scratched the side of his nose with a finger.

"Wow, Gil… Those are extremely specific." Gilbert grinned, waving him off.

"I have a lot of spare time," he dismissed, "Anyway, we're going to pull the best prank ever; one that will help our dear friends find love with each other. You're going to help me sneak into the houses of Feli, Romano, and Arthur. When that's done, we dispose of all of their clothing. All of it. Then we'll strip them while they're asleep, and then in the morning send a text to Ludwig, Toni, and Francis. The text will say something like, 'It's an emergency, come to my house really early, yadda yadda'. Got it?" Matthew's eyes widened at each word the Prussian spoke. Would he actually go through with this bizarre plan? Well, this was Gilbert Beilschmidt. That was all the explanation needed.

"Y-Yeah, Gilbert. I've got it. As long as we don't get in trouble, I-I'll trust you." Gilbert grinned like a maniac.

"Awesome."

…

Matthew almost died of humiliation when he went to strip Feliciano of his clothing. The simple reasoning for this was he didn't have any clothing. He covered his face with his small hands. How was I supposed to know Italians sleep naked? He decided not to mention this to Gilbert, mentally trying to will away the image.

"Ve~…." Feliciano would purr each time he exhaled in his sleep. It was too adorable to describe as Gilbert had a hard time controlling his… manly… urges to pet the cutie. He picked up the Italian's phone and typed out a quick message. He snapped a picture of the scene with his own phone when Matthew wasn't looking. He seemed distracted enough anyway, staring at a wall and shaking his head every once in a while.

LUDDY, HELP ME. I'M AT HOME AND- D: JUST COME AND SAVE ME. PLZ. I NEED YOU. He quickly stroked Feliciano's head as the brunette purred in bliss. Luckily, Matthew didn't notice his display of affection.

"Ve~…." They quickly left after that.

Hey, you Spanish jerk! Come help me! Now, no questions! Gilbert set Lovino's phone back down on his nightstand as quietly as he could and quietly backed away, nodding at Matthew. The Canadian was insanely red. He still couldn't believe he had been given the job of stripping the targeted nations. Unlike his brother, Lovino wore sleeping clothes in dread of getting raped in his sleep by Francis. Luckily, Matthew didn't have to worry about waking up the Italian since Gilbert had lightly drugged his wine. Feliciano, though, was just a heavy sleeper.

"Aw… Romano's actually kind of cute when he sleeps…" Gilbert stated as he cocked his head. He savored the moment in his mind as the brunette cuddled his pillow and nuzzled it. If the male had been awake, he would have been flipping out.

"Mein Gott, he's like a kitten…" Swallowing his pride, he reached forward cautiously and gently petted the soft hair of the country. Smiling, he pulled away and turned to his Canadian sidekick.

"Off we go!" He gently ushered Matthew out so they could make it to England in time to just barely set off the pranks all at once.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…." Matthew mumbled to himself as he undressed Arthur. He respectfully avoided glancing at the Brit's vital regions as Gilbert disposed of his clothes into a giant bag. Like with Lovino, they drugged the blonde's tea. The albino picked up Arthur's phone and sent a text to Francis quickly. They had a limited amount of time before they had to escape back to Germany.

Hey, you bloody Frog face! Come to my house and help me this instant!

"Done! Let's go, Mattie, so we can sit back and watch the action from the safety of my house!" Gilbert cackled evilly as he grabbed Matthew's hand and they ran off to go back to Germany before their victims would awake and the effects would carry out.

The end was kind of rushed because I had so little time to upload this. I only got to proof read once, which is devastating for me… So, there might be mistakes… You owe me your vital regions for my struggle. Now to go write the next chapter of Brother Knows Best~…. :D *poof*