A/N: Typing up these on consecutive days probably won't be such a normal occurrence, but I just couldn't help myself! *sweatdrops* (There's no IKEA in this chapter, but Berwald will probably return later on.) Also, in response to reviewer Nihonko . . . a) *digital high five* and b) I think you're about to receive your answer. ^J^
Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia: Axis Powers, How I Met Your Mother, nor IKEA.
Alfred landed a date!
2016 February 16 (Tuesday)
Hey guys, it's Gilbert, and I say I'm totally awesome to cover up my secret loneliness and clearly I'm drunk if I think I can actually make Alfred stay to write this entire blog posEJWEeksljfI
Okay, fine, it's actually Alfred. Calm down, dude! (But you know I'm right and don't even try to deny it, Gil.) What do you mean, I'm typing what I say? Huh? Oh, right, the blog post.
So . . . yeah. I landed a dinner date and Gilbert's kind of sort of blackmailing me into writing a post on this random blog of his explaining how. (He's breathing down my neck as I type this. Personal space, dude! Yeah, that's a good distance.) Look, all you need to know is his name's Matthew, I asked him nicely, and he said y—Ow! Quit hitting me! Wait, isn't that Liz's frying pan? Where'd you get that from? Fine, I'll do a flashback if you reeaally want me to so badly!
Stupid blackmail.
After Gilbert so courteously up and ditched me last night, leaving me with a glass of beer, someone who was pretty much my doppelganger, and absolutely nothing to talk about (thanks a lot, Gil), it was actually Carlos who helped break the awkward silence.
"Wow, you guys look a lot alike," he noted, sounding surprisingly impressed. Which is a tone I rarely hear from Carlos, since, well, it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell it to you dudes sometime later if Gilbert ever decides to blackmail me into writing his blog post again. "You brothers or something?"
"N-no, I don't think we've ever met," Matthew stuttered out. And, since Matthew's all polite and from growing up in . . . uh . . . whatever you call that place up north, he extends his hand and introduces himself all formally, "I'm Matthew Williams."
"Alfred F. Jones," I replied (because that middle initial adds to the mystery factor, which every superhero's—Well, I should probably stop this explanation before I ruin that mystery factor), setting down my beer so that I could shake his hand. I glanced at his drink, which was still sitting neglected on the counter and raised my eyebrows. "Dude, are you going to touch your beer?"
Matthew was confused. "My . . . ?"
"Your beer," I repeated, gesturing more obviously at his cup.
"Oh, you mean that!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization (they look kind of purple, by the way, and—Oh, you already described him? Fine, fine, I'll continue the story). When he saw my expectant look, he laughed sheepishly as he eyed as he picked it up, "Sorry about that. I'm not really used to having people actually noticing me enough to get me a drink."
But something that he said caught my attention.
"Whoa, dude! Did you just say 'aboot'? You're totally—"
CANADIAN! That's the word!
But I kind of sort of shouted it out reeaally loudly, almost causing Carlos to drop a bunch of bottles in surprise (I actually did make him do that sometime in the past month or so, but that's not the reason why our relationship's kind of rocky). "Whoops. Sorry, Carlos."
"Nah, no harm done that time," Carlos assured me dismissively, waving it off as he handed off the bottles to someone else at the bar. Huh. Maybe seeing double has a pacifying effect on him. As he took another order, he suggested, "You know, the two of you should really get to know each other better! Like over dinner or something. It doesn't even have to be here or today, I don't mind, guys."
"Really?" I perked up at this. "That's an awesome idea! Thanks, Carlos!"
"No problem, you bastard," Carlos grinned good-naturedly. "A guy should get to know his doppelganger, after all."
"So, Mattie—"
"Matthew," said Matthew.
"—what do you say?" I finished, taking a swig of my beer as I waited for his answer. Matthew thought for a moment, looking contemplatively between me and Carlos, who looked almost as anticipant as I did.
Now that I think about it, that guy is really involved in his patron's lives. Kudos to that, Carlos.
"Alright," Matthew finally said with an exhale after what felt like forever. "We can have dinner."
. . . And that's pretty much how Matthew and I wound up scheduling dinner with each other this weekend. Wait, what was that again, Gil? No, I said dinner date! It's a totally casual thing! That's it, I'm changing the title of this post.
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Alfred Jones: Dammit, Gil!
. . . That was the "Send" button, wasn't it?
Alfred Jones 2016-02-16
Elizabeta Hedervary: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU ALFRED. You're FINALLY returning to the world of romance! As for YOU, Gil . . .
What was that about you and my frying pan?
Elizabeta Hedervary 2016-02-16
Alfred Jones: Dude, it's NOT a date!
Also, Gil's currently fleeing his apartment so you can probably catch him if you run fast enough.
Alfred Jones 2016-02-16
No Title
2016 February 16 (Tuesday)
typing this with one thumnb. im gonna need to get a cast. and plot my revenge. totally unawesome al
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Alfred Jones: Aw, but it was Elizabeta!
It's not my fault that she can outrun you! Plus, I thought she'd go easy on a guy with a black eye!
Alfred Jones 2016-02-16
Elizabeta Hedervary: I did go easy.
Thanks for returning my frying pan, Gil! It was wonderful seeing you again. ^w^
I heard you've been having a bit of a dry spell at the bar. Hope this doesn't keep you away for too long! Wouldn't want you to go through promiscuity withdrawal, now would we?
Elizabeta Hedervary 2016-02-16
Gilbert Beilschmidt: fcak you liz
ja, you hearsds me
Gilbert Beilschmidt 2016-02-16
Notes on this Chapter:
Let's see here: Alfred's date is on the weekend, Elizabeta can outrun Gilbert, and Gilbert's probably going to be paying a visit to the hospital because apparently an adrenaline rush isn't enough to escape her. Striking out three nights in a row? *shakes head sadly*
And now we can add Canada to our list of characters! Canada: Matthew Williams. Feedback is greatly appreciated!