I thought since chapter 1 was so short I'll go ahead and post chapter two for ya.
Capter two~ How a Party Shouldn't Go
"Another beer please," Matthew called to the tall German behind the counter.
"Ja, one beer coming up." He slid the beer across the counter top to the canadian who caught it and held it in his hands.
"Bruder! Two beers. Hands are too empty for this awesome Prussian." A man with silvery hair and red eyes called to the man behind the bar. He had to be wearing contacts, but Matthew couldn't help but laugh all the same because the man had a bird on his head. "What's so funny?" The prussian glared at Matthew.
'I.. umm... n-Nothing!" Matthew was startled. No one ever really noticed him. Even his own brother forgot about him when they arrived. The whole ride to Alfreds boyfriend, Arthur's, house he didn't say a word to him or even look at him. When they arrived Alfred got out of the car leaving Matthew behind. Matthew assumed his brother was somewhere flirting with the bushy browed englishman.
The man laughed at Matthews words. "You're funny." He looked Matthew over. "Have we met?"
"I-i think so.." he took a small sip of his beer as the man next to him got his two from the german, leaving them on the counter in front of him.
"Well! My name is Gilbert! Everyone calls me Gil. And what's your name purple eyes?"
"M-Matthew. My brother is Alfred. The loud American with the Englishman over there." He looked over in the direction of his brother and Gil followed his gaze.
"Ja. You two look much alike." He smirked at Matthew who's cheeks were pink from the beer. "Would you care to dance with me?"
"I.. don't dance."
"Not a good enough reason. I'm to awesome to pass up a dance with." Gil got up grabbing Matthews hands and dragged him to the floor. "Just one dance."
"O-okay. I guess so." Matthew took one last sip of his beer that was a bit to strong for his taste, before leaving it on the counter to walk with the strange new man to the dance floor. Not knowing exactly how to move, he stood there swaying his hips slightly and turning in small circles. Hands grabbed at his hips and pulled him close to who was present behind him.
"So you do dance." Matthew felt the hot breath on his neck wich made him stiffen and blush.
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Gil moved his hips with the Canadians who's name he had already forgotten. The 13 jugs of beer starting to get to him. He nipped at the mans neck when he felt him stiffen, it didn't help to calm him down. Instead he pulled away and turned to face Gil who smirked, still swaying his hips. "Ja, purple eyes?"
"I-I don't dance. And its Matthew!" With that he ran off through the group of people.
He watched as Matthew ran off and just shrugged going back to his dancing. The next thing he knew there was a tap on his shoulder and he turned around. "Oh! You're back for another dance!" He looked closer at the man infront of him. "Wait, you're not him. What's his name again?"
"Matthew? That's my brother. What did you do dude? He just ran out of here in a hurry?!"
"Ah! Aldridge right? Umm.. I guess he didn't want to dance." Gilbert shrugged at the angry American.
"Its Alfred. And go say sorry to my brother. He's sensitive." Alfredo, or what ever his name, whined loudly.
"Fine fine! I will. What direction did he go in?" Alfred pointed him In a direction and Gilbert danced his way across the floor and out the door to the garden.
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After running out into the garden Matthew finally found a bench somewhere in the middle of the garden. He put his head in his hands. "What is this...? W-what was that?"
"Hey! M-maa whatever your name is!" The voice came closer till he felt a presence infront of him. Looking up he saw Gil infront of him. He panicked and fell back off the stone bench. But before he hit the ground, strong arms wrapped themselfs around his waist and shoulders to pull him back up. "Are you okay?"
"O-oui. Merci." Matthew flattened out his jacket and hair, avoiding touching his curl.
"French! That's what you are."
"N-non, I'm Canadian. And my names Matthew... Why did you come out here?" He looked up at Gil who was looking right back at him. It made Matthew blush and avert his gaze quickly.
"Your brother. Alfredo. He said to say sorry for making you feel uncomfortable." Gil turned his head away. He sounded bored or annoyed. Maybe even both.
"Its Alfed. And thank you..." Matthew looked down at the soft hands in his lap.
Gil smirked. "So I made you feel uncomfortable?" He sat down next to the Canadian. "How about this?" He grabbed Matthews chin, turning his head to face his own. "Too much?" He teased and slowly brought his face closer to the blushing Canadians. He closed his eyes only centimeters from Matthews quivering lips.