I'm so sorry this chapter sucks, I realized I was too focused on Gruesome Fantasies and decided to continue this. It's rushed and most likely has many mistakes. Plus, the whole thing has changed direction and just... I am ashamed.

Satisfied with their work, Matthew smiled and rested his head on Gilbert's shoulder. Remembering the pancakes, Gilbert found an excuse to ignore his racing heart and stabbed another portion onto his fork. Leveling it with the Canadian's mouth, he watched those pale pink lips close around the metal and imagined his healthy tongue curling around the chunk. Swallowing hard, he guided his mind away from those appealing thoughts. Matthew hummed lightly under his breath, enjoying the taste. He let it slide down his throat before licking his lips and turning his head further towards the albino. The Prussian silently gasped as his cute little nose brushed the bottom of his chin.

"You know, Gil…. I don't think England likes Francis that much. They'd fight too much in a relationship. In my opinion, England would go together better with Alfred…." He felt his face warm pleasantly when those radiant red eyes locked on his and he seemed to consider the thought.

"You may be right, Mattie. You're probably smarter than the awesome me, I wouldn't be surprised…. Maybe we'll do another set up with them instead and see which one works out better. Because I am one hundred percent sure that almost every country I know is gay! I've been stalking them for months, you know," Gilbert snorted. Matthew did that thing again where he looked at him so harmlessly from underneath his feminine eyelashes. Moving closer to Gilbert, he coyly grasped his shirt and threw one bald leg over the Prussian's longhaired one to rest in the gaping section between his thighs.

"Thanks, Gil… I think… Though I'm kind of sure you just called me gay…" He yawned and stretched upwards to lightly peck the man's cheek. Freezing up, Gilbert pursed his lips as a tingle went up his spine. Then in the next second, he had relaxed. He practically melted from his touch and felt like everything in the world was okay. Matthew's face was redder than his and he quietly nodded to the plate of food, not being able to resist a smile. He had never been so close to someone before and able to be laid back. Quickly, Gilbert picked up the fork again.

He dipped another serving in a thick layer of syrup and raised it, bringing it to his lips. He didn't know why, but he traced the inside of Matthew's open lips until the other flicked his tongue out and captured the piece, rolling his tongue back into his mouth and chewing quietly. Gulping, he said nothing and waited until he finished to go to wipe the syrup off that had escaped from his mouth. Spreading it a little, he groaned at his mistake while Matthew only flinched away and started to lick at the substance. His face burned where Gilbert had touched it.

"Um…" Escaping his violet eyes, Gilbert decided he was hungry. He scooped up the breakfast food and started to eat. He then slowed down to swallow the pancakes and savor the remainder of Matthew's saliva on the fork. Rubbing his tongue about the metal, he didn't notice he had started to basically suck the utensil until Matthew gave him a disturbed look. He was pulled out of his daze and laughed it off.

"Ah, sorry Mattie. Your pancakes are just so good..." He fibbed vaguely, grinning and handing the fork and plate back to him. Matthew accepted it and pushed his hair behind his ears, that gesture that the Prussian had always found so cute. Still feeling awkward, Gilbert ran to the nearest bathroom and locked himself in it. Sitting on the lidded toilet seat, he internally groaned and placed his elbows on his knees, holding up his head.

Damn it, Mattie… You're making me start to feel weird around you… Why? He stood up and started to pace back and forth, his arms wrapped around himself securely. Maybe he was gay? No, he couldn't be… Of course he wasn't gay. If it was anything to go by, he did like straight porn along with Ludwig. Yes…. Maybe he was just bisexual.

Oh, shit… Am I bi for Mattie? Gilbert started to chew on his fingernails when an almost inaudible knock sounded at the door. Pausing and then racing to the door, he opened it. Matthew gave a small squeak of surprise and stepped back.

"Aww, you're too adorable," Gilbert teased, leaving the small space to join Matthew. Grabbing his wrist, he led him upstairs. Maybe if he was attracted to the Canadian he was gay… Glancing back at the blonde, he looked over his figure. His long, wavy hair with the cute little loopy curl. His rosy cheeks and beautiful lavender eyes. His fair skin and slender shoulders. His curvy figure and long legs (Hell yes!). His gentle, moisturized hands and clean fingernails. His bare, perfect feet. His forgiving, angelic voice. Well, he knew his answer now.

Was he attracted to women? Yes, once upon a time. But now…. He was hella gay for Matthew Williams.

"Hey, Matthew," he whispered. Matthew hummed in response, not quite knowing why they were whispering. Gilbert seemed to know what he was thinking and cleared his throat, speaking louder. Ludwig was at Feliciano's, obviously. He lifted him up in the air at the last set of steps. Instantly, Matthew coiled his legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders in surprise. Setting him on the kitchen counter, Gilbert smirked when he grimaced at the temperature of the counter. Pulling up his legs, he blushed and avoided Gilbert's amused eyes.

"What I was going to say was… Since I never got the chance to watch you at home, I can't tell if you're gay or not," he started out smoothly. Matthew nodded slightly as Gilbert opened the refrigerator.

"And I was wondering… What are you?" He hid his face behind the door of the appliance, waiting for Matthew's answer. Pretending to look for something, he felt his ears perk attentively when Matthew began to speak again.

"I'm…" He suddenly heard the voices of Feliciano and Ludwig as the couple entered the household. Biting back his words, he jumped off of the counter and turned to Gilbert.

"I'll be right back, Gil. I want to change out of these pajamas." Leaning forward and kissing the Prussian's cheek briefly, he twirled on his heels and went back to the basement. Not being able to hold it back, a lazy, affectionate smile grazed Gilbert's face. He found himself watching until Matthew disappeared from sight before he suddenly flailed and fell onto the floor.

"Bruder?" Ludwig looked down at him before shaking his head and turning back to Feliciano who had on new clothes. Piecing the puzzle together, Gilbert grinned as they held hands almost naturally.

"Hmm? Did my little bruder finally confess to his little Italian?" Gilbert taunted, getting off of the floor. Ludwig blushed as Feliciano only nodded happily, raising their linked fingers.

"Si!" He stood on his toes to kiss the blonde's cheek and launched into a conversation with Gilbert about shopping with Ludwig all day. They were all chatting in the kitchen, Ludwig pitching in to reveal what had happened earlier. Gilbert smirked and commented about the peculiar happenings when the basement door opened again and Matthew ascended the stairway in all his angelic beauty. Smiling, he shyly waved at everyone. Ludwig squinted at him, wishing he sported his glasses.

"Who is that?" He questioned lowly, looking to Gilbert. The albino stood up proudly and pointed to the Canadian. Finally, now that Ludwig and Feliciano could see the heavenly blonde, he could introduce them to his new crush!

"This is the awesome Mattie. I told you I wasn't making him up, West!" Gilbert snickered. Blushing slightly, Matthew leaned into his embrace and bashfully nodded at his words. His fingers tapped against each other and flinched away nervously as they stared at him for a minute.

"... Oh."

"Ve~ Is he your boyfriend?" Feliciano asked curiously, looking Matthew up and down.

"Ja."

"No." Matthew furrowed his eyebrows, turning to look at Gilbert. The Prussian's skin reddened like a rash and he turned away innocently. He rubbed his neck as the Canadian opened his mouth to speak.

"I-I mean-" Just then, Matthew's phone rang. Dismissing Gilbert's slip up with red ears, he answered the call and placed the phone against his ear. Listening for a minute and then responding reluctantly, he hung up and turned to Gilbert.

"G-Gilbert... I have to go back to Canada, m-my boss says it's urgent..."

...

"Mattieee! Don't goooo!" Gilbert whined, holding onto the Canadian's leg after he got out of the car and headed towards the inside of the airport. Sighing, he attempted to coax Gilbert off of him, giving up on trying to pry him off and begging him to let go.

"Nein! You were mine first! Your boss doesn't need you as much as the awesome me!" Matthew blinked and stared down at Gilbert.

"You need me?" He repeated daftly, scratching his head. Not replying, Gilbert placed his cheek against his leg and stayed silent. Matthew groaned at his sudden depression and continued to try to plea with him.

"Come on, Gil. Please don't be like that! We can see each other again in a few months-"

"NEIN," Gilbert barked, not even wanting to think about that dreadful extended period of time. His velvet eyes wide and fearful, he held on tighter as they began to gain weird looks. Matthew sighed, stooping down and pulling him into a hug. His hair tickled the other's ear as he returned the embrace.

"I'm sorry, Gil. I really am. You're my best friend and I'll hate to leave you. But I have a country to take care of, eh?" Gilbert stayed still for another minute before hesitantly letting go. Sighing in relief, Matthew shook his leg to get feeling back in it and smiled softly. Patting the Prussian's head, he started towards the boarding area again. He advanced only half a dozen steps before he was tackled again.

"Matthew, please!" Matthew groaned.

"L-Ludwig, a little help?" Ludwig nodded and pulled Gilbert away, scolding him in the process. With a sour look, Gilbert allowed him to leave.

"Wait, Matthew!"

"What is it now, Gilbert? I'm about to leave," Matthew pleaded desperately. Grabbing his sleeve, he leaned forward to kiss his cheek. Gaping, the blonde watched as Gilbert covered his face and ran out of the airport so no one would see his red cheeks. Smiling softly, Matthew shook his head.

"Maple, Gilbert..." The following few weeks, Gilbert became too miserable to recover. He missed Matthew terribly and whenever he went to sleep, he would fool himself by waking up and thinking the other's disappearance was a dream. Sometimes he would started to cry when Ludwig wasn't around and picking on the other countries didn't even seem to cheer him up. One day, Ludwig found him curled up on the couch in the living room, staring into space. Groaning, he leaned against the doorhinge and observed for a moment. Gilbert would only drink beer and sleep all day. What had happened to his awesomeness? That's when Ludwig decided to break a rule for once.

"Gilbert. Gott... Listen, you were banned from the world meetings, correct?" Gilbert only grumbled a response into the couch cushion. It reminded him of the one that Kumajiro chewed up. And Kumajiro was Canada's bear. And Canada was his best friend and love interest, Matthew Williams... Matthew... Ludwig rubbed his forehead, hearing a wail of despair.

"Ja... Anyway, how would you like to come? Matthew will be there and he has enough seats on his private jet so you can go with him back to-" Ludwig didn't even get to finish his sentence before Gilbert tackled him in a hug, not needing to say anything. The blonde sighed and partially returned the embrace.

Anything to make his big brother happy...