A/N: Thanks to everyone who has favorited, reviewed, and followed this story- it really means a lot!

I want to apologize for the previous chapter- most of the things I had italicized for some reason did not show up, making it hard to read clearly and making the writing style inconsistent. I just fixed it, along with minor mistakes I missed before posting. Sorry about that, and thank you to those who read it anyway- I know I wouldn't have.

As usual, see the end of the chapter for translations, and enjoy! (This chapter features the Nordics, so I hope you guys like them as much as I do :,3 )

Gilbert paced around his room, too scared to even set foot outside of it- who knew if Alfred was still mad at him? He checked for what must have been the hundredth time to see if his bedroom door was locked; Alfred was always prepared for a "good old fashioned breaking and entering!", as he put it. I can't believe this man is a cop, he thought. I don't feel safe at all right now.

He flopped onto his bed face-down, sighing in defeat. What the hell, I've been rooming with this man for over two years and I've never once seen him get angry; what the hell am I supposed to do?! Who do I know that could have ever seen him angry before…? He sat upright and gasped in realization. Sein bruder! I'm so smart, of course Matthew has seen him mad before! I'm a genius, and a total hunk.

Fumbling around his bed in search of his phone, Gilbert found it lodged between the wall and his mattress. He pulled it out and went to the contact he had created the previous night, with the name "Mattie" and a picture of maple syrup as an icon, and began to type out his text.

Gilbert: HEY MAPLE BOY!

Matthew: Hello, Gilbert.

Gilbert: I NEED YOUR HELP.

Matthew: Okay. Why are you yelling at me?

Gilbert: Verzeihung. It's a bad habit.

Matthew: Is typing things in another language also a bad habit?

The musician looked up from his phone and grinned ear to ear, full of affection for this boy. He was just so… so cute, so smart- unlike his brother, Gilbert thought bitterly.

Gilbert: All I said was "sorry." And German is my first language, it's an honest habit. The caps thing is just to get people to pay attention to me.

Matthew: I know how you feel. Anyway, what did you need my help with?

Gilbert: Funny story. I'm actually roommates with your brother, and he kind of found out we kissed and is now being totally unawesome and terrifying. I haven't left my room all day and I need your help.

Matthew: That's strange. The world works in mysterious ways, eh? He told me that his roommate would be playing at the bar, but I didn't know it was you.

Matthew: Honestly, I would just wait him out. He can't stay mad forever, but when he gets mad he's very scary. Once, he hit me in the face with a baseball because I said I'd like to move to Canada one day.

Gilbert: Actually, I think he told me about that once. Didn't your parents also leave you in an IKEA once?

Matthew: That's a sore subject, I'd rather not talk about it...

Gilbert continued to text his roommate's brother, listening to his stories of living with Alfred and even sharing his own. At one point, Matthew had even mentioned how ironic it was that they were becoming closer because of Alfred, when Alfred was the one trying to keep them apart. Without him even realizing it, three hours had passed- it was now two in the afternoon. Briefly, he considered trying to escape from his room. Before he could construct a solid plan, he heard the front door open and shut.

Gilbert: I just heard the door shut, I think Alfred might have left. I'm going to go check. If you don't hear from me in two hours, call the police.

Matthew: But he is the police…

He grinned, stuffing his phone into his pocket, knowing Matthew had said that to lighten the mood. This didn't change his apprehensiveness- he didn't doubt that Alfred would use his career to try and freak Gilbert out. He exited his room, closing the door silently behind him, and padded out into the kitchen. Instead of being greeted by an empty room like he had expected, he came face to face with the hysterical man Alfred had brought home the previous night.

"Oh… hi."

The man looked up from the table, formerly appearing to have been staring at the small dent Alfred left in it. "Oh, hello. I suppose you must be Alfred's roommate, Gilbert? He's been complaining about you all morning."

Gilbert groaned. "I'm not surprised, he's super pissed at me."

"So I've heard."

He was thankful that the other man didn't try to pursue a conversation, as the only thing Gilbert wanted to do at that moment was eat. He ripped open a package of hot dogs and tossed them on a plate, shoving them in the microwave and pushing a few buttons. As he waited for the telltale "beep!" of his food being ready, he grabbed a box of cereal and a bag of chips from the pantry, not knowing the next time he'd be able to sneak out of his room for food.

"I think it's a bit ridiculous, honestly. Matthew can make his own decisions."

Gilbert gaped at the British man, surprised that he was taking his side. His mild shock, however, was interrupted by the microwave beeping. He removed the plate and set it down, joining the other at the table. "Exactly! Mattie's a grown man and if we wants to make out with an awesome rock star in a bathroom then Alfred has no right to stop him!"

"I heard that!"

The door slammed open, and Alfred stormed inside. He held a large soda in one hand and a bag of fast food in the other. He threw the bag onto the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out his police badge. "I have no right? I'll tell you your rights right now; you have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law!"

Gilbert smirked, knowing that the blond was just being ridiculous in his rage. Why was I scared of this fucking kid? He's acting like a child, and here I thought he would try to attack me…

"Matthew Williams."

Alfred glared at his roommate, grip on his soda tightening to the point where the cap popped off and soda spewed over the edges. Furthering provoking him, Gilbert took his plate and snacks, giving him a shit eating grin and announcing, "Well, I'd better get back to my room. I've been talking to Mattie all day, he's waiting for the awesome me to return."

"You made him give you his number? What the fuck, dude, you're such an ass- just leave him alone!"

"Nah, I didn't make him. He wrote it on my hand after we made out, wanna see?" Without waiting for a reply, he held up his hand, displaying the smudged numbers from the night before.

The two glared at each other, and Alfred stepped forward, curling his fingers into a fist. The man previously seated across from Gilbert stood, looking absolutely terrified. "Well, I'll see myself out. You two have fun. See you, Alfred." He said nervously, pulling on his shoes before slipping out the door.

Alfred stared at the door, looking almost heartbroken. "Arthur…" He said sadly, and Gilbert prayed that his anger would be replaced with this disappointment. His hopes were shattered when Alfred looked back at him with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Gil, look what you did! Now he's never going to want to see me again, I hate you so much!"

Gilbert snorted. "Good. You're trying to ruin my chances with Mattie, so I'll ruin yours with Arthur- or whatever his name is."

Alfred simply turned around, heading back for the door and muttering, "I have to go get another soda since you ruined that one."

Unwilling to let Alfred have the last word, Gilbert called after him, "I'm not cleaning that spill up for you!" -and received the bird in return.

Proudly, he sat back down, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he went. Using his right hand to shovel hot dogs into his mouth, he typed out another text to Matthew with his left.

Gilbert: So, your brother threatened to arrest me and he thought I forced you to give me your number.

Matthew: What? Just because I'm younger doesn't mean he constantly needs to try and protect me. I really need to deal with this… You should take a walk; you must be really stressed. I'll call Alfred.

Gilbert: Yeah, that's probably a good idea, I'm pretty sure I've just been making him even more angry.

Gilbert slipped on his shoes and made his way down the stairs of the apartment building, and stepped out onto sidewalk. He walked idly down the street, no location in mind. As he took in his surroundings, he was suddenly aware of a vaguely familiar face in the crowd- was that Arthur? He looked closer and saw that he appeared to be talking to someone angrily- Alfred? But I thought he was going to get a new drink, unless that was just an excuse for going after Arthur…

"I'm so sorry, dude!"

"No you're not! What kind of arsehole takes someone home and spends the whole night complaining about their bloody roommate?"

"Artie, please. I'm really sorry, I'll make it up to you, I swear!"

At that point, Gilbert had heard enough. He hurriedly finished walking the block, and as he was walking, recalled the previous night's events. Biting back a huge grin, he thought of Matthew kissing him- he's so cute, it's almost ridiculous. His fond memories were put to an end with the recollection of Raivis bursting in on them. I wonder if he still thinks Mattie is a hooker… He wondered. I should probably go clear that up.

When he arrived at the bar, it was already half past three, meaning it had only been open for 30 minutes. At least it'll be mostly empty, no one drinks this early in the day, he thought. He pushed opened the door, and his ears were greeted with the sound of loud, obnoxious laughter from a crowded table, and his eyes with the sight of his intimidating boss sitting at the bar. Ivan turned when he heard the door open, giving Gilbert a confused look and a smile.

"You are knowing you are not working today, verno?"

"Ja, I just needed to talk to Raivis- is he here?"

Ivan narrowed his eyes. "I am not understanding why you are needing to talk with him, but I suppose I can send him out..."

Gilbert just nodded, watching Ivan as he disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, Raivis scurried out and stood in front of the musician, looking as if he was going to be yelled at. Trying his best to be as non-threatening as possible, he greeted the young boy with a smile.

"Hey, Raivis. I just wanted to clear up the, uh, misunderstanding from last night. That wasn't a hooker, it was... " He hesitated, unsure of what Matthew was to him. "My roommate's brother."

The waiter's eyes widened at the news. "That probably didn't blow over well, huh?"

Gilbert simply laughed in response, ruffling the younger's hair affectionately.

"Raivis, come back in here, we're getting ready for rush hour!" The other waiter, Eduard, called. Immediately, Raivis scampered away, without even saying goodbye to the musician.

I guess I should just head home, there's nothing left for me to do here, he thought, starting to turn and exit the bar.

"Wait, no! Stay!"

Gilbert whipped his head around to the source of the sound, which turned out to be the people at the booth. They were all blond men, one of whom had yelled at him to stay. He had spiky hair and bright blue eyes, and was being physically detained by a man taller than him with glasses. Another man had the excited man's tie in his grip, looking as if he was ready to yank it and choke him, if necessary. The youngest of them all had out his cell phone, and appeared to be taping the ordeal. The remaining man turned and waved at him cheerfully.

"Um, what?"

The man who was previously being held down had now escaped and was stumbling towards him. He heard four voices shout in unison, "Matthias, no!" Gilbert was extremely confused- who was this man, and why were his friends trying to keep him away from him? As if answering his thoughts, Matthias grinned and stuck out his hand. "Nice to meetcha! I'm Matthias, and I'm your biggest fan!"

Gilbert tentatively reached out and shook the man's hand, making the other beam. "It's nice to meet you, too. I am awesome, aren't I?"

Still grasping the other's hand, Matthias nodded furiously in agreement. Abruptly, their hands were wrenched apart by one of the men Matthias was sitting with. He looked up at Gilbert cooly, a perpetual glare meeting his own crimson eyes.

"Sorry, he gets excited. I'm Lukas."

Gilbert simply nodded, too fascinated by the sight of the bespectacled man wrapping his arms around Matthias's chest, lifting him and bringing him back to their table. Matthias yelled at him while pounding his fists on his arms; "Jeg hader dig!"

Lukas followed the two back to their table, and Gilbert gave a weak wave to the group, still extremely confused. He exited the bar before Matthias could chase him again, and made his way back to the apartment, only one thought on his mind; what the hell was that?

Translations:

"Sein bruder" = "His brother"

"Verzeihung" = German for 'forgiveness' (but I believe it is understood to mean that the person is asking for forgiveness. Please correct me if I'm wrong!)

"verno?" = "Right?"

"Jeg hader dig!" = "I hate you!"