PRUSSIA'S MILKSHAKES BRING ALL ZHE BOYS.
When Matthew's private jet arrived back at Germany, he and Gilbert were past fatigued. They flagged down a cab (fortunately the driver decided not to comment on their costumes) and started the long drive back to the household of the German brothers. No sooner than a minute after settling on the padded seats, Matthew readjusted his position to rest on his side and fluttered his eyes closed.
After a moment, he drifted off into a light sleep. Gilbert shifted so that Matthew was leaning against him with his head tucked between the albino's clavicle and chin. He gently stroked the Canadian's backbone, watching the streetlights pass by them. He detected a bulge lodged in his throat as he surveyed the kitten-like appearance of the harmless nation. Trying to get weird of this uncomfortable emotion swirling around in his stomach, he spoiled himself with thoughts of a nice, cold beer once he got home.
Recognizing the surroundings of the neighborhood he and Ludwig lived in, he reluctantly began to shake the slumbering Canadian to stir him. Matthew moaned in his sleep, grumbling to himself and shuffling closer to the Prussian. Swallowing thickly, Gilbert dampened his lips and tried to ignore the rosiness lining his pale cheeks. Too edgy to move, he pulled on his collar to cool his blistering skin.
Verdammt, Mattie…. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to catch me off guard. Well, I won't fall for your tricks! Gilbert smirked determinedly before Matthew giggled in his sleep. The sound was more beautiful than birds chirping to the Prussian… His ears inflamed, he ducked his head in shame, his lips forming a shaky line. How could I think someone with such an angelic laugh could do something so evil?
The taxi stopped as Gilbert briefly considered dashing inside without Matthew. He tenderly pulled the blonde out with as much care as possible, watchful not to hit his head on anything. When he got the Canadian onto his feet, he hooked one of the snoozing male's arms around his neck, helping him walk while the driver got their bags out of the trunk.
"Come on, Mattie… Move…" After Matthew started to slump further into his grasp, Gilbert coiled an arm beneath the nation's legs and bundled him in his arms bridal style. Ignoring how the other fit so snugly into his grasp, he lumbered to the porch and banged on the door. There was no response. He jumped as he heard Matthew's peaceful voice.
"… He's heading to Feli's, Gil…" Gilbert stared down at the Canadian who had fallen back asleep. He frowned; why didn't Matthew get out of his arms when he was conscious? Glancing at the saintly blonde suspiciously for a moment, the albino burrowed in his pockets until he retrieved his key chain. Unlocking the door with difficulty, he stumbled inside and waddled over to the couch, graciously placing Matthew down.
"Stay there!" He ordered before disappearing to get their belongings. Paying the man and closing the door, he carried the bags and sat them in his room. Traveling back up the steps, he treaded back to Matthew.
"Okay, Mattie. Time to go to my room." He scooped the smaller one into his arms again and expertly weaved back through the kitchen. He was cautious not to trip or unintentionally harm Matthew in any fashion.
"Almost there…" He began to stomp down the stairway to the basement, leaning onto the railing for additional support. Sighing in relief when he made it without trouble, he chucked Matthew onto his bed as his own form of revenge.
"Next time carry yourself!" He scolded, crossing his arms. Matthew bounced for a fleeting instant before sitting up. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, staring at Gilbert sleepily. Vaguely registering his surroundings, he removed his glasses and set them down.
"Thank you for carrying me, Gil," he spoke angelically, his violet eyes tracking down the albino from under his thick eyelashes. Gilbert's anger vanished, substituted with a bewildering feeling in his chest.
"Um… Y-You're welcome…" Matthew curled up on his side, burying his face into a pillow as he attempted to sleep once more.
"E-Evil!" Gilbert hissed quietly before sprinting out of the room. He suddenly backtracked and casually retrieved some pajamas for the younger male to wear. He watched Matthew sleep pleasantly before throwing the outfit at his face and hissing, "Evil!" again.
Matthew flinched when the pair of clothes pelted his face and watched Gilbert sprint out of the room. He raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes with a fond smile and sitting up. I've known Gilbert for three days now and I've tried not to jump to any conclusions about him, but now I know for a fact… Gilbert Beilschmidt is the weirdest person I know… Trusting the albino not to intrude, he undressed and slipped into the fuzzy garments. After finishing, he fell back onto the bed and curled up once again, closing his eyes. Gilbert ran up the steps and stopped when he reached his kitchen. Not wanting to disturb Matthew, he got a beer out of the refrigerator instead of one from his room. He gulped thirstily, pondering about not wanting to confront the Canadian once more.
"I know he's evil… Somewhere in that innocent disguise of his…." He reasoned with himself, sitting down in a kitchen chair. He drank glass after glass until he began to feel tired. He stood up and stretched before turning to join Matthew in the pull out bed.
"Well… Mattie must be done changing by now."
"Who?" Gilbert froze, before slowly inching his head towards the kitchen counter.
"Oh, mein Gott!" He exclaimed, his heart beating madly. Matthew needed to get a cage for his bear instead of letting it roam around freely… Otherwise he would give someone a heart attack…
…
When Gilbert woke up, he expected to find a cute, petite Matthew lying beside him. Maybe breathing noiselessly with an alluring smile, his locks caressing his face, the Canadian smelling of maple syrup, maybe still muttering in his sleep about hockey games like he had done when the Prussian came down to sleep in the bed with him. It would have been a perfect way to wake up for the albino. If only it weren't for the fact he couldn't locate Matthew on the makeshift mattress. He sat up, sweeping his gaze over the sheets and panicked. If he weren't already white, he'd be as pale as he was now.
"M-Mattie?" He looked around the room, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself into a sitting position. He blinked away drowsiness and frowned. Did Matthew leave earlier in the morning to go back to Canada? No, he couldn't have… Could he?
"…. Matthew!" Great, now Matthew had disappeared like the first day they had met. Jumping onto his feet, Gilbert searched the room for any sign that the Canadian was still present. Matthew's clothes – Gone. Matthew's baggage – Gone. Matthew's glasses – Still there. Matthew's hockey stick - Gone. Tensing up, Gilbert returned his gaze to his nightstand and gingerly lifted the blonde's glasses. He tilted them and flinched as light was reflected into his crimson eyes.
"Did Mattie leave his glasses?" He asked himself skeptically. No, he couldn't have. Matthew was organized and responsible, unlike his brother. Shaking his head, Gilbert scolded himself for comparing such an angel to Alfred. It was just insulting to link the DNA of the two, even if they were related. It just seemed wrong.
Sitting down on his bed in Prussian blue boxers, he stared, melancholy, at the pair of spectacles. Maybe they weren't so important to the hockey player after all. Tightening his grip on the fragile object, he longed for his best friend. Gilbird could come second best as long as Matthew was by his side. There was a slight aching, a yearning for the timid nation. It was when a liquid droplet splashed across his hand that Gilbert realized he was crying. His eyes widened as he lifted the hand and studied it closely. He flicked his gaze to the ceiling and was reassured that there was no leak.
"So not awesome," he murmured as more droplets landed on his welcoming palm. Not even Ludwig would be able to pull him out of this relapse. It was just like before with Old Fritz, he'd-
"Gilbert?" Gilbert's head snapped up as Matthew set a plate of pancakes on a dresser, "What's wrong, eh?" The next second was a blur when the Prussian lurched forward and coiled his arms around Matthew, squeezing him.
"MEIN MATTIE! Sweet, sweet Mattie." He nuzzled Matthew so much in that short moment, the latter was sure he would get a rash. He gently lifted a hand to pat Gilbert's back, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What had happened when he was gone? When he woke up and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, he didn't expect such a reaction to his reappearance. This was a first and it was… Flattering. Flushing slightly and pulling Gilbert back, he smiled.
"Good morning, Gilbert. I hope I didn't worry you too much, I just wanted to make us breakfast. Is that alright?" He could have sworn he saw a tear trail down the albino's cheek, but Prussian had quickly whipped around and arrogantly cackled, taking a second to dry his face.
"Of course, Mattie. Guten Morgen." Matthew watched him travel over to the plate warily. Gilbert was acting strange. He tilted his head, concerned.
"Mattie, come on. I want to feed you." Matthew turned pink and reverted his gaze to his bare feet, fingering the hem of his boxers. Was Gilbert serious? He was caught off guard when he was lifted bridal style and carried to the bed.
"G-Gil," Matthew gasped, failing to resist the urge to giggle. Gilbert grinned down at him and sat him down. He lifted up the plate and cut up the pancakes into pieces.
"Gilbert, I-I made those for you," Matthew stuttered bashfully, pouting.
"Well, you're my awesome Mattie, so I want to share with you. You're the sidekick and I must take care of you, ja?" Matthew clamped his mouth shut and nodded, not arguing with that logic, even if he was just called someone's Mattie. What on earth had made Gilbert say something so… Heartfelt? He beamed to himself and grabbed a bottle of maple syrup out of his traveling bag. He was surprised when Gilbert noticed and only reached for it. He sat down and watched him drench the food.
"You don't think it's weird I carry maple syrup around?" He questioned in misunderstanding.
"Gott, Mattie," Matthew blinked, puzzled by his response, "Nein. I think it's adorable." Gilbert reached forward and rubbed Matthew's wavy hair, smiling warmly.
"M-Maple…." Gilbert slowly inserted the fork into the Canadian's mouth before setting down the silverware and grabbing his laptop, turning it on.
"Are you ready to see how our awesome prank turned out?" Matthew reached forward and plucked up his glasses, sliding them onto his face before nodding and sliding closer to Gilbert.
"Ready, eh," he replied as the other started to play the recordings from earlier in the morning.
…
Lovino woke up, feeling drowsier than usual. He also felt colder than normal and assumed Feliciano had come to spend the night with him again and hogged the covers like always. He grumbled quietly and rolled over, his eyes still closed.
"Feli, if you like my blankets so much, get your own damn ones…" He demanded, reaching forward to snatch them back. He blinked dreamily when he felt nothing, but a plain mattress.
"What the hell?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing down at the mattress and widening his eyes incredulously. Why was it stripped bare? There wasn't even a thin sheet, let alone a thick cover. Panic started to settle in as he rolled over and looked at the time. It was 4:00 in the morning. Why did he choose now to wake up? He didn't even know it himself.
Was he robbed? He stood up and started to check when he realized he was nude. He paled, knowing he could not have possibly done this.
"CHIGI!" He ran to the hallway closet to find a towel to wrap around himself and found none. When he ran back into his room and opened his underwear drawers, he couldn't find a hint of clothing. He was almost afraid to check for blankets. He exhaled, concluding that some dumbass stole his clothes as some idea of a sick prank.
"Fucking damn it! … Well, at least that tomato bastard isn't h-"
"Loviiiii~!" Hissing under his breath, Lovino ran down the hallway, dashing into his bathroom and hiding in the bathtub. He pulled back the shower curtains and hid his body from the view of the closed doorway. Please don't let that jerk find me…
"Lovi! I got your text! Are you in trouble?!" Lovino scowled; a text? When the hell did he send a text? He decided to ignore the Spaniard until he went away and then try to figure out how to solve this situation. This became a difficult task when he heard a smash.
"Lovi! Are you hurt!? I brought my axe in case I needed it!" Oh, hell no. Antonio was going to destroy the house until he got to his "little tomato" and Lovino wasn't going to allow that to happen. This had to be some kind of karma for something he had done. Exhaling irritably, Lovino stood up and slowly crept to the door. Hesitating, he placed his palms against the dark wood and cleared his throat.
"Oi! Bastard, stop destroying shit in my fucking house! Do you want me to stab you or something?" There was a silence, causing Lovino to get restless. He wasn't sure about what was going to happen next. There were footsteps and it seemed like Antonio had dropped his axe.
"Lovi~! My sweet, little tomato! What happened? Did someone hurt you? Because I'll have to chop their neck off if they did." Lovino swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he heard those cheerfully deadly words. He had never heard Antonio speak such a sentence, at least not personally.
"N-No, I'm not hurt, stupido. Why would you think that?" He stammered, crossing his arms and shifting, feeling uncomfortable.
"Because I got a text telling me to come help you! What's wrong, amor mío!? Are you trapped in the bathroom?" What? Lovino stepped back, sensing something bad was about to happen. He cautiously watched the door, backing towards the bathtub with each step.
"I'll get you out, my little churro~! Stand back, Lovi~!" WHAT?! Lovino backpedaled and wound the shower curtains around himself quickly, shaking and staring at the door in fear. He shrieked when the doorknob broke off and delighted green eyes met his. The door hit the wall as Antonio dropped his axe and walked towards him with open arms.
"Lovi!" Lovino screamed in terror, shaking his head rapidly in an attempt to steer him away. His face was red as a tomato.
"Stay away from me, you perverted bastard!" It was too late, Antonio had lovingly tackled him and sent them both tumbling into the tub with Lovino's feet suspended in the air. After a hazy moment, the Italian's head cleared and he blinked dizzily before gasping.
"G-Get off of me! Can't you see I'm not dressed!? Pervert!" Antonio blinked, finally registering this detail.
"Oh, lo siento, Lovi." He made no move to get off of the Italian. Lovino shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze with a scowl. Who knew it'd be so awkward to be trapped in the bathtub with another country?
"S-Sí … Now move." Antonio did the opposite, disobeying completely and lowering his head to place a deep, affectionate kiss on Lovino's lips. The Italian blushed furiously, staring at the Spanish nation in shock the entire time. It was when he pulled away did he fully comprehend what had just happened.
"W-What the hell was that?" Antonio looked embarrassed, pouting.
"Lo siento, Lovi."
"I-I… You…." Lovino lowered his head in shame, chewing his lip.
"Si prega di baciarmi di nuovo," he murmured in Italian. Antonio combed his fingers through Lovino's hair, smiling calmly.
"Does that mean kiss you again, amor?" The younger brunette nodded, allowing the Spaniard to lift his chin and lock his lips with his.
…
"You bloody frog!" Arthur shouted as the two played a game of cat and mouse around the kitchen counter. The Frenchman laughed evilly, chasing him around the island in the middle of the kitchen. The counter hid the lower part of the Englishman's body and spared him the humiliation of being truly exposed. He narrowed his eyes as sparkling blue eyes returned his gaze with glee.
"You shouldn't be so upset, mon petit lapin, you're the one who invited me over," he sneered haughtily. Arthur would have stomped over and punched Francis in the face if he wasn't undressed.
"For the last time, you stupid cheese eater, I didn't send you that message." Francis had a kittenish grin on his face, purring as he continued to attempt to corner the Brit. Arthur automatically counteracted his every move.
"Come on, Angleterre, Let's skip this fighting and get straight to the amour," Francis blew a kiss, causing the blonde to cringe.
"Simply repulsive," he muttered, looking around for a weapon. Maybe he could stab the Frenchman. That would solve all of his problems.
"You really hurt me, Angleterre." Arthur poked his tongue out, causing the French nation to chuckle in amusement.
"Ohonhonhon… So cute." Where was a fork when you needed i- Oh, what was this? Arthur grasped something behind his back and clenched it when the hairy romancer began to corner him. He grabbed the Englishman's hips and leaned forward.
"Pucker up, Angleterre." Arthur made a face of disgust when Francis' lips were almost touching his. Swallowing his pride, he puckered his lips and closed his eyes. The fabulous male was pleasantly surprised, but didn't comment on it, massaging his fingers into the other nation's hips and moving forward to capture those soft, salmon lips with his own.
R-Right, I'll just pretend I'm going to kiss him and then attack him with it. Al-Alright…. Why the bloody hell aren't I pulling away?!
Arthur turned pale when he realized they were now kissing, immediately switching his facial color to a rosy red. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the way those experienced lips moved over his own and left him feeling outlandish. He closed his eyes, deepening the kiss tentatively. After Francis pulled away, he finally snapped out of it.
Damn it all! That stupid frog actually kissed me! Why did I let him!? Agh!
Panicking, Arthur shoved a scone into the Frenchman's mouth and pushed him aside, sprinting out of the kitchen. Francis was paralyzed for a moment. He had just kissed with Arthur Kirkland. Something he always wanted to do, but thought was highly unlikely to happen. And it was a pleasant experience, especially when he remembered the British taste of tea and- … Taste... Taste! Francis spat the scone out of his mouth and ran to the sink, frantically scrubbing his tongue of the deadly food.
"Angleterre calls this disgrace "food"!? One more second with that thing in my mouth and I would have died!" After a minute, he decided to finish the remainder of the cleansing at home and spend his time searching for the man whom he had just shared a kiss with. Summoning a rose from out of nowhere, he ran out the front door to find Arthur and discovered that he had just ran down the street. Naked. In the middle of his own country. Early in the morning.
"Oh, mon dieu…" Francis sighed, raking his fingers through his luscious hair. A smirk overcame his face when he got an idea, stroking his unshaven chin. His blue eyes brightened and he set down the rose. In less than ten seconds, he had managed to strip himself completely of clothes and had only a single red rose shielding his crotch. He flipped his hair over his shoulder, sighing dramatically. If Arthur was going to get in trouble with his boss, so was he.
"The things I do for amour~!" Francis chuckled before running down the street after the Brit.
"Mon petit lapin blond! I'm coming for you~!"
"BLOODY HELL!"
…
When Feliciano woke up, he was oblivious to everything around him. He didn't digest the fact that he was missing many things from his home and that other nations would dress themselves when they awoke. Not even the fact that it was 5:00 in the morning. Oh, no, Feliciano just went downstairs and started to make breakfast; Italian egg and pasta scramble. He licked his lips and started to cook, humming a song to himself. The only thing he did notice was that a German nation had just burst through his front door, panting and calling for him.
"Feli, where are you!?" Ludwig exclaimed. Feliciano set down his spatula and waved at him through the small window that the kitchen and living room shared. He had a warm smile on his face, excited about his best friend coming over so soon and unexpectedly.
"Right here, Luddy~!" Ludwig slammed the kitchen door open and was about to demand the meaning of the urgent situation when he noted that the Italian had no clothes on except for a single apron. It completely left his backside bare. Immediately, the blonde's face turned red and he began to stutter.
"Feli, w-why are you naked?" Feliciano twisted around to look at himself and cocked his head adorably.
"Oh, I didn't notice." His eyes lightened as he skipped towards the German and wrapped his arms around his neck, standing on the tip of his toes.
"Will you eat pasta with me? We can invite Kiku over and-" Ludwig pushed him away, setting his eyes on a nearby wall, ignoring how much the thought of a nude Feliciano all over him pleased him.
"Only if you get dressed." Feliciano thought about it for a moment, his eyes wide. Everyone was a sucker for those doe eyes of his, every time he'd open them, the female nations (and Antonio and Francis) would squeal over his cuteness. He could make a king fall to his knees in front of him with those looks of his. Maybe they could use this advantage in the next war….
"Ve~…. Can you help me?" Ludwig exhaled and started to stomp up the stairs with a prancing Feliciano behind him. He pushed into the bedroom and opened the closet door. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. Where were all his clothes? He turned to the dressers and checked all of the drawers. Nothing.
"Feli, where are all of your cl-" He turned red once again, clenching his fists.
"Why are you even more naked than before!?" Feliciano trembled in fear, his eyes watering.
"I'm sorry, Ludwig! I left my apron in the kitchen so I wouldn't lose it! Fratello always tells me to keep it in a safe place because I lose track of things easily." Ludwig's eyes softened, yet his blush didn't disappear.
"Right. Sorry for yelling at you. Where are your clothes at?"
"Ve? They're not here?" He questioned in shock. Ludwig shook his head, showing him the bare drawers and closet. Feliciano bit his lip.
"Luddy, do you think someone stole my things?" Ludwig flinched at that upset tone he wasn't used to hearing. He scowled and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing at the possibility. What made him even more furious was the idea of someone stealing the defenseless male's things. He was sweet to everyone around him, sometimes even his enemies.
"Don't worry, Feli. We'll find out who did this." He held out his palms to stop the bare being from hugging him, his jaw set as he glared down at the other. Feliciano pouted, stepping back and looking at the floor, beginning to apologize. He opened his mouth when the German interrupted.
"Not so fast! Put this on." Ludwig removed his shirt and quickly handed it to Feliciano. The Italian blushed softly and slowly took the shirt, slipping it over his thin frame and adjusting it. It was so big it reached his mid-thighs and covered everything above them.
"Ve… Luddy, you're so big." Ludwig reddened at the sentence, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to clear his thoughts of negative things.
"J-Ja, I guess." He exhaled and turned back to the Italian. He froze, Feliciano looked so small and innocent in that moment. This fact was enhanced by the detail that his doe like eyes were staring into his, a pure smile on his face and his hands fisting the hem of the shirt. He tilted his head, watching Ludwig curiously.
"What is it, Luddy?" In that next moment, Ludwig didn't know what had happened. All he knew was he had pinned Feliciano against the wall and was running his tongue along the smaller one's lips. He grabbed the soft locks of the brown eyed male and tightened his grip, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Feliciano was whimpering from under him, shaking from fright. When Ludwig lastly accomplished controlling himself, he pulled away and gasped for air, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, Feli." Feliciano looked absolutely terrified, his eyes wide in surprise and confusion.
"What was that for, Ludwig?" He whispered softly, his hands balled against his own chest as if he had just had a heart attack. Ludwig let his hands collapse by his side, avoiding his gaze.
"A k-kiss…." He finally managed to spit out, taking all of his strength to mutter the words. Feliciano creased his eyebrows, frowning lightly.
"What for?" The German almost ran out of the room in a fleet of panic, but swallowed and forced himself to explain. This conversation was making him uneasy.
"I-I guess because I-Ich liebe dich?" Gilbert had always told him that it was the reason he felt so weird around the Italian, but he had always denied it. Ludwig? In love? Impossible. It was almost laughable. Feliciano seemed to relax, becoming less tense. He grabbed Ludwig's strong hands and stood on the tips of his toes to kiss him gently on the mouth.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Ti amo, Luddy." Ludwig was redder than Lovino in that moment.
"R-Right… What happens now?" He asked, clueless. Feliciano giggled, shyly looking at his toes.
"Well, I've always knew I loved you, but I wasn't sure in what way… I thought you loved me as a friend… Your actions have always confused me…" Ludwig cleared his throat, lowering his eyes.
"Nein. I wasn't sure myself until now, Feli." Feliciano smiled widely, cupping Ludwig's face in his hands, his eyes lit happily.
"Well, I guess this makes us together, si?" Ludwig nodded and bent down to peck his lips timidly.
"J-Ja… I guess it does…"
Gilbert turned to Matthew and high fived him.
"WUNDERBAR! I think our planned worked mostly… I'm not sure about Arthur and Francis, we'll probably have to keep working on them. But you, Mattie, are the best sidekick ever." Matthew smiled, flushing.
"T-Thanks, eh…"
Never again will I go over 4,000 words for this fic. The struggle is real, man. I was struck hard with inspiration at 2:00 in the morning, went to sleep, and then edited this. Yeah, I'll never abandon this story. I always just wait awhile as ideas gather in my head and then type them when I have enough. Oh, and can you tell where I got lazy with my vocabulary? cx Lastly, I already have ideas for the next chapter. *German Sparkle Party* ~ XxDAKxX
PS, I have a few paragraphs written for the next chapter of Brother Knows Best. *coughs awkwardly*