Gilbert took another long drink of his beer as he watching Ivan dance with his bride. HIS BRIDE! The Prussian's ruby eyes glared a hole into Ivan's head as he twirled Matthew around the dance floor. Why did Alfred throw these parties anyway?

He looked over at the blond American, who was chatting with a few human guests he invited. Gilbert exhaled deeply out of his nose as he scanned the faces of the world. The once grand nation could never dance, but as he watched Matthew dance he really wished he listened to Roderich when he attempted to teach him. He could be out there with the Canadian, smiling and laughing with him.

Gilbert jumped at the loud crack that came from his beer bottle and lessen his grip. The song changed, causing a few people to leave the dance floor while others quickly rejoined. Gilbert took another deep breath and walked onto the dance floor. He tapped Ivan's shoulder and looked up at the tall Russian. "May I cut in?" Russia opened his mouth, most likely to say something degrading, but Matthew nodded and took his hands.

"Sure!" Matthew chimed as he took Gilbert's hands, not noticing the disappointed frown Ivan gave him. The Russian allowed the Canadian to drag Gilbert onto the dance floor. Ivan walked to the bar and got himself a drink, glancing over his shoulder at Matthew and Gilbert.

The Prussian was stepping all over Matthew's feet, but the blond was smiling and laughing. It made his blood boil. After dancing with the Canadian like they were two dancers in a child's music box and seeing him having a great time with someone with two left feet made him feel...inadequate. He was trying so hard, and yet everything fell short. He didn't want to lose Matvey as he did with everyone else...

Matthew smiled and thanked Gilbert for the dance before going to hunt down Tino. The two were close friends and a question had been bothering him for awhile now. He had wondered if the Fin would be able to help. The personified nation of Canada never built up nerve to call him about it. It was something best asked in person.

"Hey! Tino!" Matthew called as he approached the Finnish man. Tino looked away from his husband and smiled. Just as the personified nation of Finland was going to wave him over the Canadian's arm was jerked and his nose met the unmovable chest of Alfred.

"Matt! This is where you were! Come on! I'm going to announce things!" The American said with a beaming grin as he dragged Matthew to the stage. Canada cast one look back at Tino who gave him an amused but pitting look.

"Hey Tino it's Matthew. I was wondering if I could come to visit you sometime. Call me back when you can. Bye." Matthew said and hung up the phone. He let out a sigh and fell back onto his couch. It would be nice to talk with Finland again, especially with what happened when he got home after Alfred's party.

Hey Birdie! It's Gil! I know we just danced at the party but I didn't get to see you after Alfred dragged you off stage! We should hang out again! It'd be awesome! See ya soon!

Привет Matvey. I had to leave the party early, Sister Ukraine was tipsy. I think it was Francis that spiked her drink. I would like to see you again.

Matthew didn't understand why the two were at each other's throats so much more now when he was around. It was like they were fighting over him. The Canadian snorted with laughter. That was a good one, he should write that down.

The blond went to the kitchen and fixed him a light meal, grabbing some seal for Kumajiro as he went about. Even if they WERE fighting over him, which was like as likely as all the Asian countries getting along for once, they'd have to get through Arthur, Francis, and Alfred, not to mention the many colonies that viewed him as an older brother.

The Canadian actually would pity any nation that tried to wed him. He let out a nervous chuckle as he fed Kumajiro. Gilbert and Ivan would have bigger things to worry about that each other if they really were trying to woo him...

Gah! This should be longer but I thought 'Nah~ It's fine the way it is~' I just hope it's enough for you, my readers. Oh well. Who do YOU think was more successful in this attempt to win Matthew over? Russia and his dancing skills or Prussia and his lack of dancing skills? Also I'll ask this at the end of every chapter, just to get your view on it~ It may or may not have an effect on the story~