Fourth chapter.

Sorry if I've posted it 18 or so times...I'm an idiot and keep forgetting to put things in it -face/desk-

Thanks a ton to Flair-of-fire for helping me edit all my chapters so far.

Enjoy!

The bathroom door flew open. Canada scrambled towards the scream, attempting to finish zipping his pants. Kumajiro came charging into him from the opposite direction and rammed blindly into his shins. The Canadian flew sideways into the wall, knocking down several family portraits and pictures of friends. He grabbed his bear under the arms and heaved him onto his lap.

"What are you doing, eh? You could have hurt someone, mainly me, eh. Who's out there?"

Kumajiro tried to thrash around and escape. 'Him. Albino waiting.'

"…Albino? You mean Gilbert?"

"Yea, me."

Matthew's head shot up to see Prussia standing five feet away from him with one terrified looking Gilbird fluffed up in his blood covered palm. "How did you get in, eh? The door was locked."

"Sorry about that." The albino strode up to him, holding his hand out to assist him up. "Mind if we move to the table? I brought some awesome stuff with me that needs to be eaten."

Matthew chuckled softly. "Sure."

Prussia began to vaguely explain why he was there, trying not to give away too much of his amazing plan.

"So…you kicked in the front door…because this guy wouldn't open it for you." Matthew nodded towards his bear who was sitting on the floor with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"Kesesese~. Pretty much." The Former Nation looked extremely proud of his actions.

"Why would yo-" Canada's question was interrupted by a long, noisy sigh.

'Piyo~ Pi-Piyo!' The little bird who was nestled in Gilbert's hair chirped worriedly.

The albino glanced up and back a Matthew. "I agree with my awesome bird, you should go to bed, Birdie."

"I am not ti- ti- tired, eh." He stifled a yawn. "And I wish you'd stop calling me that, Gil"

Gilbert beamed at his friend. "Come, lets go." He stood up and walked behind the Canadian's chair and lifted him to his feet.

"M- Maybe you're right, eh." His eyelids began to droop.

The Prussian wrapped his arm around Matthew's waist, making his stomach feel fuzzy. Ignore it. Half carrying half dragging his companion, he made his way to the bedroom.

Careful… Careful… Shit watch his head.! Prussia silently lifted Canada onto the mattress after pulling back the crisp white sheets. Shifting the younger nation's legs into a comfortable position, the Prussian looked him over. Gott, he looks cute when he's sleeping. He gently removed the sleeping nation's glasses and set them on the nightstand. Huh… I can't leave little Birdie in day clothes. Sitting Canada partially upright, Gilbert dragged his friend's sweater and shirt off together, almost dropping him back onto the bed when they came flying off from over his head. I can't wake him up now. No. Fucking. Way.

Jerking the covers back further, he pulled Matthew's shoes and socks off. As he bent down and reached to undo the Canadian's belt, the nation rolled over and threw a leg over his shoulder. The Former Nation's face flushed with colour, turning his albino cheeks a nearly tomato red. His…vital regions…are so close… He shook himself lightly. No, not him…Not yet… Gently removing the leg from his shoulder and continued to unbuckle Matthew's belt. I…don't think even my awesomeness can handle this.

By now his skin glistened with sweat from the seemingly permanent blush over his cheeks. I got this. Digging his fingers into the waist band of his friends pants he tugged them down inch by inch, wary of waking him, until he was able to take them off his feet and toss them into the pile of discarded clothing. With a heavy sigh Gilbert tucked the sleeping nation in, wrapping the red comforter around his feet. Slumping down on the edge of the bed, the albino cupped his head in his hands and grunted. Harder than necessary, but he should damn well better appreciate this in the morning.

He stood to leave when something softly grabbed his hand. Turning, he sees a bleary eyed Canada grasping his hand. "Thanks, eh."

"Matthew. It was…nothing." The albino looked away, face becoming red once more.

The younger nation chuckled sleepily. "What happened to 'Birdie'?"

Gilbert smiled and glanced back. "Go back to bed…Birdie."

When he slid into the kitchen, Kumajiro was laying face-up on the counter staring at the cupboards.

"What the hell are you doing you evil son of a bitch?" Prussia narrowed his eyes at the polar bear not forgetting about his harsh actions earlier that evening.

The bear rolled to face him. 'Resting. You'll make food. I go.' He then leapt to the floor and went to the doorway. 'I…I'm Sorry.'

Prussia could only gape after the arctic animal. What the hell was that? Tapping his temple a couple of times, he checked the clock. 3 AM…That gives me enough time to make a few things. "Gilbird, where are you?" He received a sleepy 'Piyo' from the top of his silvery head. "Just checking~."

He set to hunting through the fridge and cupboards for something he could whip into an early morning birthday breakfast.

Matthew rolled over in his bed and saw the red numbers on his clock through the sunlight blazing through his window. What time is it..? He squinted his eyes, realizing his glasses weren't on his face. Stretching his arm out, he grabbed them off his night table and slipped them on. 9 AM…9 AM! I overslept! He threw his legs over the side of his bed and flew to his feet. Maple!

Half naked, he ran out to the hallway and into the kitchen. Something caught his eye as he swung into the doorway. A shape draped over the table in the room over. What? Inspecting cautiously, he walked slowly into the dining room to find an unconscious Gilbert face-down on the table top surrounded by food. He made all this, for me?

Canada began packing up the freshly fixed food and placing it in the fridge. The last thing he came across was a plate of bun-like snacks each coloured a bright canary yellow. One of them was…breathing. He reached out at prodded it, making it puff out and let out a squeak or surprise. "Gilbird! What are you doing on the plate?"

'Piyo~.'

"I have no idea what you're saying, eh, but I'll take your word for it." Nodding towards the sleeping man on the table he asked, "What do we do with him?"

Gilbird took off and returned dragging a light-weight blanket. 'Pi-Piyo!'

The Canadian grinned. "Thanks."

He threw the blanket over his exhausted friend, making sure not to knock him onto the floor. "Gilbird…Warn me when he wakes up, eh."

The little bird that was now settled on the table gave a small salute motion. 'Piyo~!'

A 'Piyo' at the end of anything has come to gain the meaning 'This chapter/scene has been approved by Gilbird. Piyo~'

One more part - Conclusion.

I'll update as soon as possible.

Ciao~