For once, the world meeting was calm and collected. Nothing outrageous or barbaric was occuring. The nations were just sitting in their seats and patiently listening to the speech Arthur was giving. Though it was a great change of events, everyone couldn't help but feel unnerved and await something terrible to happen. The universe was thrown off its balance and the world could possibly-

"Yooooooo! The awesome me is here and your boring lives just got better!" Everyone's favorite albino cackled. There were groans, sighs of relief, scoffs, remarks, and snickers. Gilbert Beilschmidt waltzed in with his hands on his hips before jumping onto the meeting table. Arthur growled lowly at him, trying to refrain from attacking him. He spun around with glee and pointed at a specific pair of countries.

"Hey, you guys! You two losers are dating, right? Well, that's thanks to me and my awesomely Canadian sidekick!" Lovino screeched in embarrassment while Antonio simply looked up at him in curiosity, an arm around Southern Italy's shoulders.

"Qué? You did all that, amigo?" He tilted his head while Gilbert smirked with an "uh-huh" before spinning to point at Ludwig and Feliciano.

"And you two! I saw what happened at Feli's house and what a fucking kiss, West!" He seemed to be enjoying the blushes alternating around the room. He tossed his head back and laughed louder, leaping when Arthur swatted at his legs to knock him off the table.

"And you, England! Shit, if you weren't such a stubborn little bitch, you wouldn't be single! Where is your icy little heart hiding, in your eyebrows?" He hopped down to the end of the table, halting to a stop in front of a familiar, sweet face he hadn't seen in awhile. He sunk to his knees and crawled across the table in a catlike manner, smiling softly at the blond.

"And you... Hi, Mattie," he whispered, reaching out and patting his head. Matthew's lips curled upwards as he giggled lightly. Gilbert held out a hand and waited for the timid boy to clasp on, hauling him onto the table. He looped his arms around his waist and spun him around for a moment. "I might have missed you, Birdie. Just a little bit..."

"I missed you, too, Gil..." Gilbert swallowed. Was this fucking kid made of sugar? He was too fucking sweet and perfect and kind and- Fuck. He was an angel... He eveloped him in a bone crushing hug before intertwining their fingers and pulling him towards the exit. "Let's blow this stupid meeting, my wonderful sidekick!"

"Hey, hold up a second! Where the hell are you taking my brother, you perverted baby-brother-stealing demon with red eyes! Let go of Matthew!" An American voice yelled out as a matching body interrupted their exit. Matthew looked at Gilbert in worry, murmuring an "oh maple". The Prussian grunted and gently shoved the Canadian behind him. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a mysterious object with a dark air around it. Alfred gasped, taking a few steps back. He recognized that piece of evil.

"Suck my dick! Awesome scone attack!" Gilbert announced before throwing it at his face. When Alfred was incapacitated, he chortled and stooped down, demanding Matthew to get onto his back. Obeying, though slightly puzzled, Matthew climbed on and wrapped his limbs warmly around the Prussian who ran out of the meeting with one last battle cry. Later, they were in the Canadian's private jet as Gilbert walked around with a triumphant air.

"Are you sure you want to come home with me, Gil? I-I don't want to bother you..." Matthew started before Gilbert rolled his eyes and interrupted, plopping down next to him.

"How can you bother someone with your sweet selflessness? You are too fucking cute, Matthew," Gilbert sighed, stretching an arm out to circle Matthew's waist and pull him closer. Gasping silently, Matthew shyly allowed himself to be slid over and gently placed his head on the albino's shoulder.

"I'm... Cute?" Matthew repeated with pink cheeks, looking up at Gilbert curiously. Gilbert snorted.

"The cutest thing around!" There was an angry cheep from the inside of the Prussian's clothes. He blinked as Gilbird wiggled out of his shirt and settled on his head, snuggling into the soft hairs. "Oh, and Gilbird. But Mattie, you are much cuter..."

"Ah... Merci," Matthew thanked quietly.

"You know... Not having you around was so boring, Mattie! Every time I woke up, I'd forget you weren't there beside me anymore! It fucking sucked. I was lon..." Wait, no. He was too awesome to be lonely. He drifted off before he felt a squeeze on his hand.

"Don't worry, Gil. You... You don't have to be lonely anymore. Because I'm here for you... Always, eh?" He smiled and Gilbert's heart melted. He buried his face in Matthew's shoulder, trying not to sob. That was not manly at all. The Canadian chuckled and rubbed his back, nuzzling into his hair. He didn't mention his tears, which Gilbert was thankful for. He wouldn't have been able to face the embarrassment.

"I love you, Mattie..."

"What?"

"Nothing." Gilbert raised his head, sniffing and wiping his eyes. Matthew stopped him, cooing about how he would irritate his eyes. He located a substitute and dabbed at his wet eyes with a hankerchief.

"Your eyes are so pretty, Gil." Gilbert flushed furiously and turned his head away, grunting. Matthew started to comment when he clung to his shirt, the jet landing as they both fell to the floor. "Ow..."

"A-Are you okay, Matthew?" Gilbert asked, straddling the Canadian he had fell onto. Matthew nodded, sitting up.

"Yeah... That's what I get for not staying buckled down. Let's go home, eh?" Home sounded so right to Gilbert's ears, even though he didn't live with Matthew. But damn, he'd love to. Waking up to those adorable, purple eyes everyday, eating those delicious pancakes, playing in the snow together- Oh, the paradise.

""Err… Do you want something to eat?" Matthew asked as Gilbert finished putting his luggage in the guest room and changed into his sleeping clothes.

"Kind of. I'll make us sandwiches and you change into your jammies, okay Mattie?" Matthew "mhm"ed and walked upstairs with a giddy smile. Gilbert waited until the bedroom door closed before he turned on a radio he had spotted when he first walked in. He went back to checking what Matthew had in his refrigerator. The blond smiled a little as he walked downstairs. He had just changed into his pajama bottoms and t-shirt when he heard the song downstairs.

"Gilly..." He peeked over his shoulder at the sandwiches, nuzzling Gilbert's back.

"I can't make anything else," Gilbert mumbled grumpily. After finishing, he replaced everything he pulled out and handed Matthew his yummy sandwich. He grabbed his hand and began dancing with him as they ate. His sidekick giggled at their childishness as they spun around and twisted in the kitchen.

"You know what's even better?" Gilbert began, tugging Matthew to the living room. He waltzed to the couch and hopped onto it, bringing his best friend/crush with him. He started to jump as Matthew was choking on laughter, nostalgia, and concern for the poor couch.

"I haven't done this in forever!" He confessed and wrapped his arms around Gilbert as they bounced, trying not to fall.

"I do this every weekend!" The Prussian scoffed, smirking. The blond shook his head pretty head.

"We're going to break it!" Gilbert grinned.

"No, we won't!" They hopped higher, abandoning their food on the coffee table. After getting tired, they dropped onto the cushions, panting and laughing.

"That was fun!" Matthew puffed. Gilbert smiled and fell on top of the other playfully. After catching their breath, the Canadian stared up at his friend, a smile slowly growing. The other gently smiled back as they stayed in that pose for a while. Leaning up, Matthew kissed him unhurriedly and pleasantly on the lips. When he pulled away, Gilbert's eyes widened. He was still for a moment before darting into the bathroom and locking the door.

"G-Gil?"