Hey Guys, it's been a while since I last updated...anything. This chapter is not really all that long but no fear, I have already got another one in the works. I hope you guys enjoy this update!
"Hmmmm..." Gilbert groaned, slowly opening his eyes and running his right hand over his face. God, I feel terrible... the Prussian thought. What happened yesterday...Why do I feel like death... His vision was blurry, but he could slightly make out a figure of a fan over his head on the ceiling. That fan looks like the one in my room... I guess I probably went straight home after work...but wait... Didn't I do something else? He tried to think, but he could not remember for his life what happened last night. The silverette groaned again and shut his eyes. He turned on his side to feel more comfortable. Mein gott, I feel too horrible to sleep anymore. Gilbert groggily opened his eyes again and felt fear fill his body as he processed what he saw against the wall in front of him
"THE FUCK?! AHHHHH! HOW IN THE EARTH?!" the albino cried as he quickly tried to roll on the other side of the bed. He went to far and made a loud "thump" as he landed on the floor by the bed.
"What? What?" a frantic Matthew asked, as he came into the room carrying a bottle of maple syrup. He gasped when he saw Gilbert on the floor. "Wh- Why on you on the floor? Are you okay?" The Prussian quickly got up and looked at the Canadian bewildered.
"The fuck?! Yeah, I am all fine and dandy except for the fact that there's is a FUCKING BEAR in the room!" he cried, pointing at the creature he had saw earlier. "I almost peed my pants that's how fine I am! Why are we not running?"
The blond raised his eyebrows at the fellow man's outcry for a moment before he started to burst into a fit of laughter. Gilbert stood astonished at his crush.
"Are you out of your mind? We have to get out of here now before that thing takes our fucking lives!"
"Our lives... okay," Matthew managed to say before be bent over and put his hands over his stomach because he was laughing too hard. "Get ou... I can't."
"Mattie, are you literally just waiting for the beast to attack you?! You know what, I like you Birdie, but if you think this is hilarious you can just stay here, okay?" Gilbert turned around and started walking to the window he had seen earlier. "Imma try to make it out of here alive. You can stay and become one with the fucking bear if you want."
"No.. no stop," the Canadian tried in between chuckles. "I'm trying here. Don't go."
"Well I'm sure as hell not gonna stand here while you laugh yourself to death beside a fucking live bear."
"We are two stories up."
"So, I'll break a limb," the Prussian said, opening the window. "Better than immediate
death by bear."
"Even a stuffed one?" Matthew giggled.
"Yes! Even a stuffed one! Especially a stuf-" The albino turned around. "Stuffed?"
"Yeah, as in with cotton," the blond smirked, walking toward the life-sized stuffed bear he had in the corner of his room. "This is Fluffsters, the stuffed polar bear I have had since I was five years old."
"Stuffed?" Gilbert steadily walked closer to the very lifelike stuffed bear. He rubbed his eyes and squinted his eyes at the object. His eyesight was still blurred, but now that he had a closer up and was more awake than before, he could see that the bear's eyes were a bit beady and that his fur was extraordinarily fluffy. Damn, how hung over am I? How could I not tell the difference between a bear and a stuffed animal? He glanced quickly back at Matthew who was still smirking at him, as if he could burst out into another fit of laughter at any moment. The albino swiftly avoided his gaze and stared back at the bear as if he was still deciding if it was still a real animal or not. Okay Gilbert, you have officially made an ass out of yourself. I just gotta think of something cool..some awesome to say...
"Ummm." He stopped squinting and looked back at Matthew. "Fun fact about bears...When bears mate, the eggs within the female's body are fertilized but do not implant in her uterus and begin developing, until several months later." Suddenly, the Canadian's face fell out of his amusing smirk to a look of pure confusion.
"Wh-what?"
"Yeah, I saw it on The Discovery Channel a few weeks ago when I was bored," the Prussian explained. Stop talking about this Gilbert, this is disturbing. Say something AWESOME. "I also learned that apparently, one time some lumber companies felt they had no choice but to kill the black bears in Washington State because they were eating the bark from trees. However, once someone thought to put piles of food in the forest, the bears stopped eating the trees, and were happy to eat the free food. And because feeding the bears cost less than killing them, the lumber companies were happy, too. Ain't that neat?" What did I just say? Do you want him to have the even slightest belief that you are not 150% awesome?
"Um I guess that is neat. But uh, you know, I find it kinda funny that you somehow know all these bear facts, but somehow cannot tell the difference between an actual bear and a stuffed bear," the Canadian said, putting a smirk on his face again.
"Haha, well I don't. Moving on, what really is the meaning of life?" Gilbert mentioned, desperately trying to change the subject. "I mean, is no one going to answer this question?"
"What? No! We are not just going to not talk about this," Matthew said, walking over and sitting on the side of the bed that was across from where the albino was standing. "You thought my childhood stuffed animal was a carnivorous bear for pete's sake."
"Yeah, but like only a little bit."
"You said you almost peed yourself," Matthew chuckled.
"Yeah, almost. If I had actually peed myself that would have been embarrassing. But I did not 'cause I only slightly believed that your childhood stuffed animal was an ac- you know what, I am not sounding good in this. I'm just gonna stop," the silverette decided.
"Yeah, you don't," the Canadian smiled. "Why don't we talked about how you said you like me instead?"
"What?"
"Yeah, you said you liked me before. You know, after you said that you almost peed yourself."
"Oh, right." The albino paused for moment trying to think of something to say when he realized he still did had no clue where he was. "You know what? Why don't we talk about where I am exactly right now? Because, I for one, do not know at all."
"Wha? Do you not remember last night?" Matthew asked, a bit taken aback.
"Last night?" Gilbert racked his brain for memories of the night before but it his mind was all cloudy. "You're asking me... if I remember what happened...last night?"
"Um... yes.."
"Uhh...let's just assume that I do but just want you to verify what I'm thinking."
"Why would we assume that when it's pretty evident that you don't remember anything?"
"What? No. The totally awesome me would never forget. If I didn't remember anything would I be able to tell you that last night I was completely awesome?!" At this, Matthew raised an eyebrow.
"Awesome?"
"Yeah!" Gilbert smirked smugly.
"You?"
"You bet!"
"So what about you yesterday was particularly awesome?"
"Umm..." The albino paused for a moment. "How about everything?"
"Really? So the part where you ate two pancakes with like five gallons of syrup on them and then threw up, that was awesome?"
"Oh." Gilbert scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well I mean-"
"I mean, I assumed that's what you were talking about," Matthew continued with a chuckle as he got up and started walking towards the silverette. "Cause like immediately after that you passed out."
"I passed out?"
"Yeah the pancake thing was the only thing you really got to do last night."
"Wait, pancakes!" the albino cried, suddenly having some memories of last night come back to him. "We were having a pancake eating contest at iHOP!"
"Yeah, and um considering you ate two pancakes," Matthew grinned as he stopped walking, standing a few paces in front of Gilbert. "I'd have to say that you lost."
"How much do you end up eating?"
"Oh just 65. But I wasn't all that hungry you know."
"65?!" Gilbert stared bewildered at the petite Canadian in front of him. "Why? You only needed to eat 3 to beat me."
"Oh, when I said that I was going to do a pancake eating competition with you, I really meant that I was going to eat pancakes and that you could also eat pancakes at the same time if you want and try to eat more than I did. The amount of pancakes you ate had no effect of how many I was going to eat. I was going to 65 pancakes no matter what," Matthew stated matter-of-factly.
"Ah," Gilbert replied, not knowing at all what to say to that. "I see. But um, that still doesn't answer the question of where I am right now."
"Oh well um, I couldn't leave you passed out at iHOP and your phone was dead so I couldn't call any of your friends, so I just thought to bring you back to my house for the night."
"Oh," the Prussian let out, looking around what he must've for fired to be the blond's room. He turned back to the crush to see the Canadian looking intentively at him. "I mean, oh! Yeah, uh, right I knew that already but uh, thanks for verifying that."
"Hmm, right, well we both have work in a few but I was preparing breakfast for us before we go," the Canadian said, turning around and heading towards the door.
"Wait, whatcha making?"
Matthew turned around with a smile. "Why, pancakes of course."
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