A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short, it's hard to stay encouraged to write a lot when you don't get much feedback :,). So, I'll make all my readers a deal: if this chapter gets 5 reviews, I will draw a scene from the fic so far. If you want to see this, leave a review and tell me what scene you'd like to see! As always, enjoy this chapter- it's a lot of fluff, so I think you will ;)

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Gilbert stood outside of the door to his and Alfred's apartment, hand on the doorknob. He hesitated before pushing the door open; he really was not in the mood to argue with him; he was still frazzled from the incident at the bar.

He sighed and pushed the door open defeatedly, and was surprised to find the apartment empty, and Alfred's shoes still gone. He heard a faint buzzing sound, and remembered that he had left his phone on the table. Hoping that it was Matthew messaging him, he walked around the counter and into the kitchen, snatching up his phone.

I was right, as usual. He thought smugly when he saw that he did indeed have a message from the blond.

Matthew: Is Alfred with you? I called him so many times, but he didn't answer…

Gilbert: No, he isn't. I saw him outside about an hour ago with Arthur.

Matthew: Who's that?

Gilbert: Arthur? He's this guy Alfred met at the bar, he's totally into him.

Matthew: I see. Well, I texted him and asked him to call me when he could, hopefully he does. I really want to put an end to his childishness.

Alfred's phone buzzed for what must have been the thousandth time, and he angrily removed it from his phone, turning it off without looking at a single notification. He smiled and turned back to his date, offering a smile as they walked into the movie theater. In apology for his behavior, he had offered to take Arthur to a movie- on a "proper date", as the Brit put it.

Arthur had at first insisted that he pay for their movie tickets, but Alfred refused- "Dude, come on, I'm trying to apologize here! I'm not gonna make you pay."

The two decided to compromise; Alfred buying the tickets and Arthur buying snacks. When Alfred had proposed the agreement, Arthur thought he was being sly; of course the American wouldn't get any snacks, they were going out to dinner afterwards! He found himself impressed with the man for thinking of such a clever ruse, but it was completely replaced with disbelief when he marched to the concessions stand and ordered $20 worth of snacks. Grudgingly, Arthur handed the man at the stand a crisp $20 bill, before dragging Alfred by the arm into their movie.

They sat in the far back, Alfred declaring it to be the "best spot in the theater, dude!" Arthur agreed, and they took seats in the middle, watching as the advertisements played on the large screen. By the time the actual movie started to play, Arthur could see that his date had already finished half of his ridiculous bowl of popcorn, and was on his second soda. The British man was beginning to regret his decision to let Alfred "make it up to him"- that was, until Alfred put his arm around him and winked.

"Hey, you said you wanted a proper date, right? This is what we Americans do on movie dates!"

Arthur felt his face burning, and he muttered affectionately, "Idiot, they do that everywhere." Despite his words, he cuddled into Alfred's embrace, and stayed that way for the majority of the movie. It was exactly what he imagined- well, maybe not exactly; he could do without the sound of popcorn being chewed in his ear. Otherwise, it was perfect- a proper first date, if he did say so himself.

When the movie was over, Arthur stretched and stood, but was yanked back down into his seat. He yelped, and glared at Alfred, who had been the one to pull him. "What the hell, you wanker?"

Alfred shushed him, staring intently at the screen. "There's always something after the credits, man. Just wait!" Arthur sighed, but obliged, sitting back in the plush theater seat. Alfred's hand was still gripping his, and a light blush tinted his cheeks. Arthur grinned, intertwining their fingers and leaning his head against the taller man's shoulder. The credits finally finished rolling, and the screen went black. Arthur waited for a few minutes, and suddenly realized that Alfred was lying- there were no scenes after the credits!

"You sly dog, you just wanted to hold hands, didn't you?"

Alfred turned pink. "I- I dunno what you're talking about, man! They always have scenes after the credits, the film roll must be messed up or something. Anyway, lets go eat dinner." He quickly said, avoiding his date's smug grin. The two made their way to the restaurant just outside of the theater, and were seated at a booth. The time passed quickly as they talked about the movie they had just seen, ate their food (one with more vigor than the other), and recalled the hilarious conversation they had shared at the bar the night they met.

At half past seven, the pair exited the restaurant, ready to bid one another farewell.

"Good night! I'm really sorry about today, I hope I made it up to you…" Alfred said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's quite alright. You have made it up to me, but you're forgetting something that completes a proper date." Arthur said the last part shyly, gaze flickering to the other's lips.

"O-oh! Of course, man, lemme get a piece of paper and I'll write my number down-"

"Not that, you dolt! Kiss me!"

Alfred froze, looking at the other in surprise. "Right. Cool. I knew that!" he said nervously, and put his hands hesitantly on Arthur's shoulders. Arthur reached his hands up to cup the American's cheeks, gently pulling him closer so that their lips met softly. Alfred squeezed the other's shoulders and leaned in further, pressing their mouths closer together and only pulling away when he couldn't hold his breath any longer.

He pulled away, panting slightly, and Arthur chuckled at him. "You aren't supposed to hold your breath, you know. Don't worry, I'll teach you next time." With a wink, the British man walked away, leaving Alfred both literally and figuratively breathtaken.

Beginning his trek home, Alfred pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it back on. He had 20 missed calls, and one text from his brother, telling him to call him as soon as he could. Wondering what could have happened, he called Matthew and was surprised when he picked up almost instantly.

"There you are," He said, sounding frustrated. "I've been trying to reach you all day, and yo-"

Alfred laughed loudly. "Sorry, bro! I was busy doing stuff and being a hero!"

He could practically hear his twin roll his eyes over the phone. "I know for a fact you were on a date with that Arthur guy, and not 'being a hero.' Listen, I need to talk to you- and you can't interrupt me like you always do, okay?"

Alfred was about to protest, whining, "Hey! I don't always inter-"

"Yes, you do. Just listen, eh?"

"Fine," he pouted in response.

"You have to stop being a jerk to Gilbert. He didn't force me into anything- I was the one who kissed him."

Alfred gasped. "Mattie, were you drunk?"

"Al, you know I don't drink. Anyway, you're way too protective. You may be older than me, but only by five minutes."

"Five minutes and thirty-two seconds…" He muttered.

"Whatever. That doesn't change the fact that I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and you can't stop me. I really like Gilbert, Al. He's really sweet, and funny, and-"

"Okay, okay, I get it! Ew, I don't even want to imagine him being sweet… He must really like you, huh…"

"I- I think so… I hope so… Um, anyway- I like him a lot, and you should stop bullying him!"

Alfred chuckled. "I'm not bullying him, I'm just being a good brother, dude! And he totally digs you, by the way- I just find it hard to believe why you would choose someone like him. Have you heard his music? That shit is scary, dawg!"

"Please never say that word again. Also, his music doesn't reflect what he's like as a person- you should know that, since you've lived with him for so long."

Alfred sighed in defeat. "I guess I'll get off his back if you like him that much, I just-"

"Good."

"But-"

"No."

Alfred was surprised that his brother had actually hung up on him- usually it was him that hung up first, and often in the middle of Matthew's sentences; which wasn't his fault, in his opinion. If he really wanted to talk to Alfred, he wouldn't be so boring.

Around ten minutes later, he had arrived at his and Gilbert's apartment and unlocked the door, slamming it open as he usually did. The second he marched in, Gilbert had jumped up from the couch and taken an offensive position, fists raised and eyes wild.

Alfred laughed and grinned, giving him a thumbs up. "Calm down, bro! I forgive you, we don't have to fight anymore!"

Gilbert glared at him suspiciously, lowering his fists and dropping them to his sides. "Okay… Did I make things awkward with you and Arthur?"

"Nah, don't worry, man! I just got back from a date with him, actually. We kissed."

Gilbert gasped, mocking disbelief. "Dude, that's my brother!" He exclaimed, poking fun at Alfred's outburst from the previous day.

Alfred rolled his eyes and punched his roommate in the arm. "Not cool, man."

Gilbert grinned, glad to have his friend back. "Anyway, I'm happy for you, Al. That sounds really awesome," He hesitated before saying his next words, unsure of how Alfred would react to his next sentence. "I guess it's about time I go on a date with Mattie, huh?"

Alfred's grin disappeared, and he looked Gilbert in the eye with the straightest face a gay man could make. "That's not funny."

As unamusing as the idea of Gilbert on a date with Matthew was to Alfred, it happened. It was the next day, and Gilbert was getting ready to leave and meet his date at the same theater Alfred had gone to with Arthur. The albino dressed as nicely as he could without being formal, since Matthew had only really seen him in his band clothing thus far. He slipped on his sneakers at the door, and narrowed his eyes at his roommate.

"Well, I'm off. See ya, I guess."

"Yeah, yeah. Just go already, Mattie hates it when people are late to meet him! Then again, every time I meet him it's usually hours later, and on accident because I forgot we were supposed to meet…" He muttered the last part to himself, reminiscing. Gilbert's heart ached for his adorable date, and the fact that his brother was so… shamelessly awful.

"Tschüß!"

"Still dunno what the hell you're saying, bro!"

He greeted Matthew outside of the theater, and saw that he was already holding two tickets. He grinned shyly, and handed Gilbert one. "I got here early, so I had time to get us the tickets," he said, sweet as ever. Gilbert took the ticket being offered to him and smiled. "Awesome! It starts in 20 minutes, so we have time to get snacks!"

Matthew's heart almost burst at the sight of the older man getting excited over buying snacks at the movie theater- what grown man besides Alfred does that? He's really cute… He thought to himself, watching as Gilbert strode up to the man at the concessions stand. He came back with two sodas and a ridiculously-sized bag of popcorn, grinning at his date ecstatically. Matthew giggled and took a piece of popcorn, tossing it up into the air and catching it in his mouth effortlessly.

"Woahh, how did you do that?"

"Years of watching movies with Alfred. He would randomly yell, 'think fast!' and throw popcorn at me."

"That was awesome, I want to try!"

"Okay," Matthew obliged, and tossed another piece in the air near Gilbert. The piece landed on the albino's forehead, bouncing off and landing onto the floor. Gilbert pouted good naturedly and muttered, "This game is fucking rigged…"

Matt simply took one of the sodas from him, freeing one of Gilbert's hands, which he took in his own, clasping them together as they walked towards the theater that was showing their movie. They entered the theater and took seats in the middle of the theater, Matthew explaining, "They're the best seats!" Gilbert nodded in agreement, setting his drink in the cup holder to the left of his seat, and taking Matthew's and putting it to the holder on his right. Matthew gave him a strange look, clearly wondering why he didn't just put his in the one between their seats. Gilbert offered a shy smile, muttering, "How are we supposed to hold hands if there's a soda between us?"

The other man smiled, taking his hand once again and giving it a squeeze. Gilbert leaned in closely, lips ghosting over Matthews, so close to meeting in a kiss- "Hey, guys, funny seeing you here!"

"Alfred!", both he and Matthew exclaimed angrily.

"That's me!"

Matthew sighed. "Alfred, please, we talked about this. Move your seat."

"But, I just wanted to-"

"I already told you, you don't need to watch over me or be the hero or whatever it is you think you're doing by being a creep and spying on me when I'm on a date!"

Gilbert and Alfred both gave Matthew surprised looks. He wasn't one to get angry easily, but he had just whisper-yelled at his twin shamelessly in the middle of a theater- quite strange for the sweet man. Gilbert found himself feeling proud of him, and even more so when Alfred stood up and moved to the very back of the theater.

"That was awesome, Mattie," he said happily, squeezing his hand gently. Despite the pink tinge of his cheeks and ears, Matthew replied with a casual, "I know."

When the movie had finally ended, Gilbert leaned in once more, taking Matthew by surprise. "Look, I know I said we'd go out to dinner after this, but I have a feeling Alfred will try and follow us. Wanna ditch?"

Matthew looked back at him, rebellious glint in his eyes. "Let's do it."

The pair exited the theater, Gilbert keeping a close watch for Alfred coming out behind them. He waited for a moment when the American was distracted, and found an opportunity when he threw away his trash. "Now," he whispered, grabbing onto his hand and running out of the theater and onto the street. He pulled him along for a bit, and they slowed their pace after about three blocks. They stopped for breath, and Matthew let out a giggle. Gilbert chuckled as well, and before they knew it the two of them were laughing like idiots in the middle of the sidewalk- Gilbert's laughs having turned into loud cackles and Matthew not even laughing, just holding onto his stomach and gasping for air.

They looked up at each other simultaneously and their eyes met, full of mirth. Gilbert took his date's hand once again, resuming their walk; leading him to a small park just off of the main road.

"Wow, I've never seen this place before…"

"Awesome, yeah? I discovered it around a year ago when I was going for a walk." He sat at a bench further into the park, beckoning for Matthew to do so as well. He did, and almost immediately rested his head on Gilbert's chest. Gilbert blushed furiously in response, lifting his fingers uncertainly to pet the other's hair. Woah, so soft- like a bird!

Matthew snuggled deeper into his chest, and Gilbert took that to mean that his hair-petting was welcomed, which made him glad; he had always liked touching soft things.

Gilbert thought about what he wanted to say for a while, trying not to focus on how soft the threads of Matthew's hair were on his fingers. Finding himself unable to put what he wanted to say in a way that didn't make him sound like a total dork, he opted to speak from his heart;

"Mattie… I- I like you a lot. We only met recently, but you're so awesome, and kind, and really cute… It upsets me that no one really pays attention to you, but I won't lie- I like to be the one to give you attention. Do you... wanna be my boyfriend?"

In response to his serious confession and question, Gilbert received not a word from Matthew. Instead, he felt a wetness on his chest- "Mattie, are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just… really happy. It's so strange, going from having everyone ignoring you to suddenly having someone so wonderful who cares so much... Yes, of course I'll be your boyfriend."

Gilbert grinned from ear to ear, pulling his new boyfriend back into his chest and nuzzling him, receiving a kiss on the cheek in return. The two sat that way contentedly for a long while, before their moment was ruined once again by a certain twin brother.

"Guys, there you are, I've been lookin' for you forever!"

Matt sighed, giving his brother a look of pure weariness. "Alfred, go home."

Alfred looked indignant. "Hey, you're gonna make me walk home alone? At night?"

Matthew began, "You're a cop, you should be us-"

"Fine. Let's go home, Al." Gilbert sighed, knowing that the American would never give up once he began. He gave Matthew a quick kiss and sent him off with a wave and a promise of, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He walked side by side with Alfred on their way back home, the other whistling happily as if he hadn't just stalked his brother and boyfriend on their first date.

"So… what's tomorrow?"

"I'm playing at the bar, Mattie's gonna come by and watch."

"Cool! I'll bring Kiku, and maybe Arthur can come, too-"

"No. After what happened tonight, you are not invited to anywhere I go with Mattie."

"But he's my brother!"

Gilbert sighed once again, knowing it would be a long argument, and an even longer night.

No translations for this chapter!

Also, if you're concerned about USUK and PruCan having similar dates, it's only to show that Mattie and Alfie think alike, being brothers and all.