Gilbert awoke some hours later, checking his watch to see that break was still on for the others who were still at the meeting. He yawned once and looked out the window, seeing that it had started to rain very lightly. How odd for the summer. A shift in the bed made him look over to see Matthew still soundly asleep, his blonde hair curled delicately around his face. The sight of such beauty made Gilbert's lips tweak into a soft smile. It really was the strangest thing that had happened to him, Matthew taking an interest in him that is, but he couldn't have been happier that it happened to him. Him of all people! It felt like a blessing.
"Gil? Is it time to go back?" Matthew had sat up off the bed and rested on his legs with his head lying on Gilbert's shoulder.
"Nein, we still have about half-an-hour until we have to leave."
"Okay… I guess that means we were out for about an hour… I'm so tired still…"
"Me too leibe, just hang on. The meeting's only supposed to run for a few more hours after this."
"Hmm…" Gilbert smiled again and brushed some of Matthew's hair behind his ear.
"You're so beautiful. Every time I see you like this I wanna take a million pictures." Matthew laughed softly, his sleepy face blossoming with his usual blush.
"Flatterer."
"Only for you. Besides, I think you need to know how pretty you are."
"I'm not pretty. I'm a guy."
"So? Girls are pretty, yes, but you are so much more gorgeous than any girl could ever hope to be. You wanna know something really interesting about that?" Matthew hummed. "I think the girls are jealous you have my attention."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, they were all giving me funny looks as they walked into the meeting this morning when we were talking. Guess they saw how much I love you. It's jealousy, they can't help it."
"Oh really? Are you sure it's not 'cause we're two guys?"
"Eh, it might have been but I like to think they know that most of the male nations are pretty done with them. 'Cept Lizzy, she and Rodders are still together I think."
"What?"
"Oh, eh, Hungary and Austria. They were married a long time ago and the divorce was their government's idea so I believe they're still dating at the moment."
"Don't they know that they can get married again?" Gilbert looked over to him.
"What do you mean? They can't without government consent."
"Yeah they can. We are only human and among our privileges as nations, we're allowed to get married as people and not nations. Though nations that choose to marry this way are told to not exchange information about other nations."
"I never knew that. If I had, I probably would have already proposed." Matthew looked up at him.
"To who?"
"You of course. Me and you make a great team Birdie." There was another soft laugh from Matthew before he stood up to stretch, his arms high above his head and his shirt riding up to reveal a small portion of his stomach. Gilbert rushed up behind him and slipped a hand up his shirt to touch said pretty stomach. "Man, you're so soft. It's like you have silk instead of skin."
"Strange."
"So?"
"I don't know. I don't think I've ever had anyone complement my skin. It's probably one of the nicest complements I've had though, considering I don't really care for my skin all that much."
"Well, keep doing whatever you've been doing 'cause it's perfect." Gilbert leaned to press his lips to Matthew's neck, his hands slipping just below the waist of his pants. Matthew bit his lip, feeling like it was wrong for them to be touching after what Gilbert told him about Alfred… but this touch was so new and felt so different…
Before he got carried away, Gilbert removed his hands and kissed Matthew's cheek. "I think I should stop before I get carried away. You're really too much to handle sometimes."
"Oh yeah? How?"
"You're fucking amazing hot and every time I get to touch your skin it's like magnets. I can't seem to pull my hands away."
"Then don't. Who would care if we didn't go back to the meeting?" Fuck. Why did his logic have to make sense? Gilbert hated that Matthew was so damn tempting. He shouldn't, really, America would murder him… Fuck it. If America was going to kill him, at least he got to experience the true love that Matthew's eyes had promised him.
"But what about America? I don't want to be away from you." Matthew sighed.
"Right… I don't know. I can't make him back down…" He fisted his hands. "But he can't push me around. He has to know that this was my choice. I'll take his wrath on. I don't care if he wants to pull us apart, because he won't." Gilbert took him back into his arms.
"Good. I don't want to ever be separated from you." They resumed where they had left off, Gilbert's hands down into the front of Matthew's skin-tight jeans and his mouth gently teasing the soft skin of his neck. "It's so hard to believe you've never been touched… You're so perfect… I feel so privileged to be the first to taste the sun on your skin. I… want you so badly but…" Matthew turned to him, placing his hands on Gilbert's chest.
"But what?"
"I don't want to taint you… I don't want you to change."
"I won't, I love only you. Nobody else gets me this way, nobody. Nobody but you."
"I don't know if I can love Matthew, for someone who's seen so much war and death, love seems like such a distant idea." The hands moved from his broad chest to lightly grasp the sides of his face.
"But look at us right now, defying the threat of someone greater than both of us just to be here together…" He paused. "If we cannot love, who can?" Gilbert looked down to him, his red eyes searing with the pain of so many lost loves. Matthew bestowed such a cure to this pain, the albino could hardly believe it was reality. Maybe love was possible, just one more time…
"I don't know…but… I want to try. For you. Show me how to love again, Matthew, I want to believe that this can work."
"Then that is what I'll do. You and I will learn to love together." Gilbert smiled. "Gilbert…" The smile faded as Matthew whispered his name onto his own lips. "Gil, take me." The final string was snapped, Gilbert diving forth to devour Matthew's delicate lips. They tasted greatly of something faint but sweet, earthy but pleasant, something he wished he could taste more of. Matthew was swept off of his feet onto the bed all at once, the passion he once felt disappear from Gilbert the distinguished flame of a candle re-light and come alive in ways he'd never imagined. "Oh please Gil, don't tease me…"
"But you're so sweet… You taste like sugar and honey and all the sweet things I've ever had in my life. I don't want to stop now. May I… taste more?"
"Anything you want, anything… just touch me…" Gilbert reached down to unbutton Matthew's dress shirt and throw it off to the side, discarded. He continued with a kiss, their lips continuing with a more hurried pace. Matthew reached up to tug on his shirt, causing him to strip his own shirt off and toss it aside. Amazed with the muscle revealed to him, Matthew reached up to feel his sculpted chest. Seeing Matthew so curious, Gilbert slowed his pace. He had to keep in mind that Matthew was still a virgin.
He moved from the lips to his neck, Matthew letting a small sigh slip out of his mouth. Gilbert reached for the button on his pants and un-did them, sliding them slowly off his legs. A pair of the most gorgeous legs he'd ever seen in his life as a nation. He moved down Matthew's body, his lips gently kissing down his sensitive skin with the Canadian bundling the sheets in his hands. The gentle sentiments moved lower until Gilbert reached the waistband of Matthew's black boy-short underwear. He nuzzled the soft skin of his stomach before slowly removing them, watching as they slid so easily off of his lovely hairless legs.
The albino moved back up to Matthew's face and gently pressed a kiss to his trembling lips. Matthew's hands left the bunches of sheets to place themselves on Gilbert's face. This was the first time Gilbert noticed how beautiful Matthew's eyes were in the direct light, their violet tinting taking over and shining through to convey the emotion held inside.
"What lies behind those eyes to which I cannot look away?" Puzzled by his random sentence, Canada raised an eyebrow that was only answered by a passionate kiss. Prussia's pants began to feel far too tight for his liking and he stripped himself of them, leaving him in only his black boxers. He lay over Matthew and lifted his legs to wrap them around his waist. He pressed his rapidly hardening erection into Matthew, only grinding against him to help him get a feel for what was going to happen. The Canadian moaned softly, his arms reaching out to wrap themselves around Gilbert's neck. He lost his boxers then too, salivating on a few of his fingers to ready his sweet little Canada. Matthew held tightly as the first finger was pushed in, then the second to start stretching him. His face scrunched, the third finger brought the smallest hint of pain as it stretched him farther. Gilbert withdrew his fingers after Matthew was properly prepped.
"I-is it finally time…?" Gilbert leant down to touch another small kiss to his lips.
"Ja, it is. Just relax. It's going to hurt a little at first, but I promise I'll be as gentle as can I possibly be." Matthew nodded.
"Prussia I-"Gilbert kissed him again.
"We're lovers now, you call me by my name." Matthew nodded again.
"Gilbert I don't know about this… what if America finds out?"
"He won't. Not if we can help it. Matthew, I want you to know that I've never felt this way about anyone and even if he finds out, I'd go to the end of the earth and back again if it meant I could spend just a few hours with you." The blonde smiled.
"Then show me before it hurts too much to go on." Gilbert nodded and with a softened smile, he started to push into Matthew's willing entrance. Pain hit Matthew like a missile, his eyes snapping shut in an instant and causing tears to flow from his eyes and his fingers to take a strong grip on Gilbert's shoulders.
"Please don't cry Matthew… Oh please don't cry…" He kissed Matthew's cheeks and forehead in attempt to calm him.
"I can't really help it… it hurts…"
"Just relax, it'll help. Don't worry, I'll make this worth it, I promise." Matthew did nothing but look up at him, the pain so clearly written on his face. Gilbert waited a moment and he felt Matthew's body slowly relax onto him. "D-do you want me to move?" He nodded, giving Gilbert clear permission. The albino started with a nice slow pace, something he knew his little lover could handle. After a few minutes, the pace had picked up and the Canadian had started pushing down onto him subtly as he was thrusted into. Gilbert increased the pace as he went, soon going almost too fast for him to handle. He could feel Matthew's body sucking him in, calling him to continue on wrapped in their intimate embrace, inviting him to stay and love forever. He felt Matthew tighten his muscles and figured it was about time. The volume of the Canadian's moans and sighs had become increasingly loud, causing Gilbert's muscles to do the same. A feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he was almost there. Increasing his pace again, he reached down to snatch up Matthew's own erection and stroke him with the thrusts.
Before either of them knew it, Matthew dug his nails into Gilbert's back as he came, screaming his name to the empty silence. The clenching of Matthew's walls around him caused Gilbert to do the same, coming deep inside Matthew's body and filling him to the spilling point. Their high was ridden out until the energy was gone, Gilbert pulling out and flopping beside his lover. The Canadian felt the urge to cuddle up to Gilbert but something held him back… maybe it was his knowledge of Gilbert's past. The knowledge that he'd been known for a lot of sex, but not love. His thoughts halted as a pair of strong pale arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled him close.
"Was that worth it? Did I do okay?" Matthew nodded, melting into the embrace and nuzzling himself into Gilbert's chest.
"Of course."
"I love you Mattie, and don't believe if anyone tells you any different. You and I were meant for each other." He pulled away from Matthew just enough to get them face-to-face. "As long as you're here with me, we'll never have to be alone ever again." Canada placed his hands on both sides of Prussia's face.
"I love you too." They brought each other in, kissing with more passion than they knew they had. The passion led them into a sleep, both cuddled to each other and clinging like a child to their mother. Little did they know that something was amiss in their bliss-filled air…