Chapter Four: That's so…girly…

A/N: Thank you for the attention! It really motivates me. You know, that and the fact that I just love this story and can't wait for…a certain part. Anyway. On with the show! Oh, and we're just about an hour past last chapter.

Warnings: The slightest hint at a pairing, but mostly brotherly type comforting stuff/France's perviness.

Chapter Start

"Hey, Mattie," Alfred called from the main part of their dorm. "I'm gonna go get more medicine from the nurse. You gonna be ok for a bit by yourself?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Matthew answered. He had developed a splitting headache, so he had decided to take a hot shower to see if it would help. So far, he just felt like going to sleep.

A few minutes after Alfred left, Matthew finished his shower and changed into his night clothes. He wore a pair of white pants and a white shirt with red sleeves and a red maple leaf on the chest. He grabbed his stuffed polar bear, Kumajiro, and lay on his bed facing the ceiling with his head toward the foot. The Canadian boy started listening to his IPod, and, without knowing, start singing along.

"Yeah, I know that you wanna be Canadian, please…" (1)

Meanwhile, Gilbert was looking for Alfred, but he was not aware the American had gone to the clinic. When he approached the targeted dorm, he noticed that the door was left slightly cracked open and he could hear…wait. Was that Matthew singing? The 'Prussian' shrugged. Maybe they were just listening to an IPod or something. He opened the door the rest of the way. "Al?" He called. "Oh, hey Mattie,"

Matthew froze. He sat, up blushing almost as red as a tomato, and buried his face in his polar bear. "H…hello, G…Gil…Gilbert…" He stammered.

"Vhere you just singing? Zat's so…girly…" The albino almost laughed.

"H..he…hey!"

"Vhy are you so embarrassed? Or is my avesome presence just too much for you to deal vith?"

Matthew looked up, but winced. He held his hands to his head and made himself smaller.

"Voah, are you ok?" Gilbert asked, moving close and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You got hit in ze head pretty hard today, didn't you? You should lie down…"

Matthew carefully shook his head."Non, non… I c…can't… I…it h…hurts…" a small tear ran down his cheek.

Non… I guess zat means no… Mein Gott, zis looks pretty serious… Maybe Al vent to go get medicine. Gilbert thought. He sat down next to the Canadian and pulled him into a half side hug. "It'll be ok; Al vill be back soon, ja?" He picked up the polar bear that had fallen and returned it to its owner. "I'll go get him if you vant…"

"Non, please d…don't… S…stay, p…please…" Matthew managed.

Gilbert nodded. "Ja, ok."

"I hope Mattie's doing ok… That puck him really hard…" Alfred muttered to himself, walking a little faster than he had been. He had gotten the medication and was quickly headed back to the dorm.

Gilbert heard someone coming and practically flew to the door. He saw Alfred headed their way. "Al, quick! I zink Mattie's head is gonna explode!" He called.

Alfred was a bit confused as to why Gilbert was in their dorm, but decided to ask later. He finished the length of the hall with a speed that rivaled even Feliciano's. He was in the room before Gilbert was even aware that he had passed.

"Oh ****, Matthew! How bad is it? I brought the medicine…" Alfred tried to coax his brother out of the ball he had curled into. When Matthew finally uncurled slightly, Alfred pretty much fought him to get him to take the medicine, finally succeeding.

After a few minutes, Matthew relaxed and lay on his back.

Alfred sat on the bed next to him. "You ok, Mattie?" he asked quietly.

Matthew nodded, never more pleased to be noticed.

The American turned to the 'Prussian.' "Gil, I'm not quite sure what you were doing in our dorm, but I'm glad you where here. It would have been a lot worse if no one was here. You are really awesome, dude." He said, surprisingly serious.

Gilbert smiled. "No zanks necessary. Being avesome is good enough for me."

"Seriously, is there anything you want? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if Matthew got really hurt." Alfred insisted. He really cared for his brother.

Vell, you could let me- Oh ****, I'm starting to zink like Francis… I shouldn't even have considered zat… Gilbert almost shuddered. "No really, I couldn't take advantage of you or Mattie like zat." He was mostly referring to the thought he had just had. "Now, excuse ze avesome me. I haf to go beat up a Frenchman." He ran off.

"Ok…" Alfred knew his friend was talking about Francis, but he wasn't sure what he meant.

Gilbert stopped at Francis' dorm and paused, listening to see if anyone was there. Afterwards, he promised himself he would never do that again.

"Oh, mon cher…you're so squirmy…" Francis muttered in his distinct 'Francis' voice.

"F…Francis! Stop, you b…bloody frog!" Arthur demanded. "And stop c…calling me t…that!"

"'old on…we're almost done…"

Gilbert decided to knock.

"Oh, just a minute…" Francis called. He opened the door, however, only a few seconds later. "Bonjour, Gilbert-"

The albino punched the Frenchman in the face as hard as he could, sending him sprawling on the ground. "Vhat did you do, you perverted Frenchie?"

"Ow… Zat 'urt… What do you mean? I was only trimming Arzur's eyebrows… Apparently zey are sensitive…" Francis muttered, sitting up. "I zink you may 'ave broken my poor nose…"

"Not zat. I don't care vhat you do to Arzur. You've polluted my mind!" Gilbert cried.

"Ohonhonhon~" Francis laughed.

"Don't tell him that!" Arthur protested. "I'm already afraid to go to sleep." He sighed. "Bravo on hitting him in the face, though. Could you do it again?"

Gilbert shrugged and this time kicked Francis in the head. "Alright, ja, my vork here is done. Ze avesome me must be going. I haf to feed Gilbird. Guten Nacht, Arzur."

"Yeah, good night," Arthur said.

"My 'andsome face…" Francis moaned from where he sat on the floor.

"Shut it, frog." The British man hit the Frenchman on the top of the head with a book.

Gilbert returned to his dorm to find Feliciano and Ludwig playing 'go 'fish.' Feliciano's cat, Pookie, sat on Ludwig's head.

"Kesesese~" Gilberts signature laugh sounded a bit like a dying snake. "Vest, you look so funny vith zat cat on your head."

Ludwig sighed and turned to look at his brother. "Bruder, vould you like to play as vell?"

"Vee~ Yeah, come one, Gil! Play with us!" Feliciano said happily, already dealing out another set of cards.

"Oh, alright Feli…" Gilbert sat down, a little yellow bird landing on his head.

A/N: So, we had some brotherly PruCan and some rather one-sided FrUK implied. (No, I am not a huge yaoi fan. Not even a fan.)

Poor Matthew/Canada… He really took a beating during that hockey game. He'll probably be plagued with headaches for a bit.

(1)Who can guess what song he's singing? If you can name it I'll have him sing the rest in another chapter.

Oh, in case you were wondering, Ludwig/Germany won the game of 'go fish.'

On a depressing note… I just found out who defeated the Holy Roman Empire. It was France. This is quite an interesting problem, considering I'm cosplaying as Holy Rome and my friend is cosplaying as France sometime.

On a happier note…I'm teaching myself to play Holy Rome's version of Marukaite Chikyuu on the piano by ear. So far, I have the introduction. I'm stuck on the literal "Marukaite Chikyuu" part. If anyone could help me out, that'd be great!

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