A/N: Well, I decided to get the Beta :D I will start sending them my chapters in the next chapter because I really want to get this one posted! Thank you all for your opinions! I'm very glad to hear that you are happy with the story so far but I hope to make it even better! Love you all owo! Oh and this story will always be in Canada's POV unless it's a different pairing chapter OR I write it in the top as otherwise XD.~

We have been in here for three hours.

"Kid? Kiiiiiiid? Yo, k-"

"WHAT?" I screeched, nearly tearing out my hair. I had literally been dealing with this idiot calling me 'kid' for about half an hour straight. Seriously, why couldn't he find anything to entertain himself?...Like looking through Francis' shirt pockets for money…or pieces of lint? ANYTHING to get him to shutup for one second. If not calling my name, he would poke my side or tug at my hair or steal my glasses or whistle some obnoxious tune, UGH!

"Chill out, dude."

"You've been bothering me for like, an hour! Can't you shutup for one second?"

"…But I'm hungry." He mumbled.

I paused and immediately felt guilty. It was just in my nature to feel bad if I hurt somebody's feelings. Isn't that how everybody should be?

"I'm s-sorry, Gilbert. I didn't mean t-to make it s-sound like that. I'm just really tired."

"Why not take a nap? My chest is awesome enough to use as a pillow! Kesesesesesesese."

I blushed softly and leaned away from him.

"It's embarrassing! What if somebody found us like that?"

"If it was Lovino, he would ignore us or call us a name. If it was Antonio, he would gush at the cuteness. If it was Arthur, he would call me a wanker, blush profusely and storm away. Finally, if it was Francis, he would kick my ass. All in all, you would not be harmed."

"S-Still…."

"Come on, I'll wake you up in half an hour."

I sighed softly and finally leaned back against his chest and nestle my head into the nap of his neck. As I drifted off, I faintly felt somebody slide the glasses off my nose.

Half an hour later-

"Kid." A shake of my shoulder caused me to let out a soft groan, "Come on, and wake up! My collarbone is seriously feeling so not awesome right now."

I hazily opened my eyes and sighed at the darkness. Still trapped.

"It's like…6p.m." He groaned.

"Oh…"

"Here, can ya sit up for a sec?"

"O-Okay." I sat up and blushed as he arched his back. It cracked a few times before he sighed in relaxation and pulled me back against him.

"Maybe we'll have to wait until morning when Francis changes shirts."

"But there are pajama tops in here; won't he have to get changed for bed?"

"He goes to bed at like 5:30a.m."

"Oh right…" I kept forgetting he was a vampire…

Gilbert suddenly groaned and covered his mouth.

"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"My teeth hurt like hell."

"Cavity?" I joked.

"Shutup." He grumbled, "They get like this when I'm hungry."

"You haven't hunted this month?"

"No. Francis won't let me out his sight ever since three humans started living with us."

"Oh, well you can go hunting as soon as we get out of here."

"Okay." He agreed and rubbed at his gums as if to sooth the pain.

Another hour passed in silence as I looked at the clothes hanging above us with interest. Francis must have been alive for a while. All these shirts are so old styled…one in particular was blue with gold and red trimming. A similar hat with a large feather sticking out of it sat on top.

"Can't you just break the door?" I mumbled, starting to grow insane from the boredom.

"Do you know how old this wardrobe is? Francis would probably bury me alive."

I sighed again and started moving around to get more comfortable. Gilbert growled in annoyance and suddenly flipped us over. I gasped softly as the wood pressed stiffly against my back while Gilbert glared at me from above.

"You are not making this easier for me."

"I'm s-sorry, it's just really claustrophobic in h-here."

"It's- FUCK!" Gilbert covered his mouth and seized up.

"A-Are you okay?"

"Fuck." He growled softly and pulled his hand away. Small drops of blood were dripping from his fangs and onto his lips and chin.

"Ah!" I gasped and covered my mouth.

"It's never gotten this bad." He groaned.

-

I touched my neck gingerly and looked at Gilbert with a look of fear.

"C-Can you drink from…m-me?"

Gilbert's eyes widened, "No! Francis would murder me."

"I-I'll tell him it was my idea!"

"He'll think you're lying…" The look in his eyes told me he was giving in though.

"I d-don't want you to be in THAT much pain…it would be awful."

Gilbert hissed once again in pain before slowly lowering his body onto mine.

"Y'sure?" He breathed against my neck.

"J-Just don't kill me."

"…I won't." He touched the side of my face as his fangs sunk into my neck.

"Ow!" I gasped. Gilbert removed his fangs with a quick apology.

"It's o-okay." I mumbled, turning my head to the side as he dove back in and sucked the bite marks.

It was a strange feeling, not entirely unpleasant but still not very good either. His fangs would scrape the bite, irritating it but the sucking was beginning to feel really good. Like, really good. Gilbert moaned when I touched his bicep in a self-assuring way. Wait, would I turn into a demon from this? It's not like Gilbert would know because he killed all his victims…Crap, now I'm panicking. Gilbert seemed to notice my heart rate speed up drastically because he cautiously grabbed my hand in his free one and began rubbing it. What is he doing? He's acting like we're…we're…Y'know…l-lovers…But it worked. Soon I calmed and relaxed in the tight space. After about five more minutes of his suckling, he let go of my skin with a slightly wet pop.

"You okay?" He questioned, letting go of my hand.

"Oui, just a little light-headed." I rubbed the spot on my neck with an embarrassed smile.

"Okay…you taste good."

My face darkened to a dark red.

"D-Don't say things like that! I-It meant nothing!"

Gilbert's lips lifted into a smirk.

"Yeah…nothing."

I nodded in agreement and crossed my arms with a small pout. Gilbert examined me for another moment and laughed.

"Say, why don't we-"

BAM!

Gilbert looked up at the harsh light and outline of a figure in the doorway of the wardrobe. His fingers were lightly grazing the bite mark on my neck and the other was next to my right side. The flushed expression on my face did not help what this looked like…

"Que pensez-vous que vous faites avec mon fils!"

Gilbert squeaked as he was unceremoniously thrown to the ground.

"Mathieu, are you okay?" Francis didn't seem to have noticed the bite marks yet and I should probably keep it that way, "What were you two doing in there?"

"I was pranking yah and when we heard you come down the stairs, we hid. Then your stupid door locked us in!" Gilbert snapped from below.

"Quoi? Pranking me?"

"Yeah with garlic…and I loosened the board on your coffin."

"No wonder it smells like merde in here." He scoffed and helped me out gingerly.

"Go to your room, please. I need to have a 'talk' with Gilbert."

The last thing I saw as I was shooed up the stairs was Gilbert mouthing 'help me'.

Much much later….

I washed the bite mark again, wondering if it could even get infected and sighed. It was 10 p.m and Gilbert wasn't back yet…and if he was Francis probably wasn't letting him near me. My door creaked open gently and Francis entered the room.

"Mathieu, can we talk?"

"Yes." I replied, sitting on my bed so he could join me.

He flopped down and sighed.

"I….noticed your bite."

My stomach flip-flopped in anxiety as I instinctively touched the mark.

"Oh."

"How could I not? It looks quite like a hickey."

I blushed in complete embarrassment and slapped Francis' arm.

"H-He was in a lot of pain!"

"Eh?"

"He said you would never let him leave the house to drink so his teeth started throbbing and bleeding and he kept cussing so I just let him do it!"

"Merde." Francis ran a hand through his hair and what looked like guilt crossed his features.

"It's okay though, I-I was g-glad to help!"

"As long as it was only that…I didn't beat him up too bad." Francis winked and left the room, probably to visit Arthur.

Well…I guess it was time for bed…if only I would stop thinking about Gilbert…and if only my heart weren't beating so hard…

The next morning, I woke around 2p.m. Birds chirped outside and the sun drifted in straight into my face. The noises of Francis cooking were heard downstairs while Arthur whined in the room across from mine for nourishment. Next door, Gilbert was snoring loudly. I had no idea what Antonio and Lovino were doing…their rooms were all the way down the hall.

"Hungry."

I looked over the edge of my bed to Kumakana in a pile of blankets staring up at me.

"…Who are you again?"

"Mathew." I sighed and finally got up. I guess I better get this day started.

After getting changed into more suitable clothing, I wandered next door and saw Arthur pouting with his arms crossed.

"That bloody git is taking forever."

"What is he making?"

Arthur jumped and blushed harder, "A…custom made omelet."

"Oh it was nice of him to take make you something."

"H-He offered." Arthur blushed and hid under the blankets. I giggled and went to Gilbert next. His door was closed though….wouldn't it be rude to just-

"Go ahead, mon ami. He needs to wake up."

I glanced behind me at Francis. He was still clad in his apron and white dress shirt. In his hand was a plate with a perfectly made omelet with some sausage links and a scone.

"Arthur is really embarrassed that you cooked for him." I smiled.

"Ohonhonhon, he always is~. It's adorable, non?" He winked and entered the room.

"Get out bloody wanker!" I heard faintly before Francis shut the door behind him.

Okay…guess I'd better go wake up the Prussian.

"Gilbert?" I whispered, stepping into the dark room.

All I saw was a lump under the blankets and a small yellow bird asleep in a cage next to the window.

The floor had clothes strewn everywhere and plates. Bottles of beer sat empty under the bed as well. On one wall, it was just a gigantic Prussian flag with Awesome written beside the Eagle. The rest of the room was painted 'Prussia blue'. He also had his own private bathroom and walk-in closet. I guess he got first dibs on rooms?

"Gilbert?" I avoided the trash on the floor and quickly weaved my way over to his bed.

He shifted and pulled the blanket up a little farther.

"Gilbert?" I shook him a little impatiently.

"Go away." He grumbled. His foot tapped a book that was at the end of the bed and it went to the floor with a loud 'thump'. He ignored it.

"Please, Gilbert, Francis is making breakfast and it's already like…2:30p.m."

Gilbert grumbled again and ignored me.

I pouted and grabbed the blanket. Gilbert tightened his death grip on it and we had a quick tug-a-war battle with it until he used his super-strength to pull hard. I screeched and was accidently pulled on top of the sleeping Prussian. He let out an 'oof' and poked his head out the blanket.

"What the hell…"

"Ow." I rubbed my shoulder with a wince and scrambled to get off of him.

"What is Francis making?"

"Omelets…unless that was special for Arthur." I replied.

Gilbert hugged his pillow and looked at me with drowsy eyes.

"Hey kid, you look tired."

"Oh, um I guess. I'm a lot more tired than usual."

"Well, I took a lot from you."

I blushed and rubbed the back of my head awkwardly, "Y-Yes, I suppose."

"Take a nap with me." He ordered suddenly.

"Eh?"

"Come on, I'm too tired to argue." He grumbled and patted the empty spot beside him.

I hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea before yawning and lifting the blanket so I could join in the warmth with him. Gilbert moved closer and wrapped his arm around my waist so that we were chest to chest. My head was buried in his neck with a dark blush, trying to process what to do next.

"Have nice dreams, kid." He whispered and kissed my cheek before passing out.

My mind was racing from the kiss.

What…What was that?

A/N: THERE D: OVER 2,000 WORDS ARE YOU HAPPY DX Just kidding~, I quite enjoyed writing this chapter! I hope there is enough fan service for you! Please review, I love them to death w!

Que pensez-vous que vous faites avec mon fils- What do you think you're doing with my son :P