DING~DONG~

"Coming." Canada called walking out of the kitchen, wonder who it could possibly be at his door. When he opened the door he was tackled hugged by a tall silver haired man with blood red eyes.

"Mathew!" Prussia squeeled "I"ve missed you."

"P . . Prussia what are you doing here?" Mathew asked, shocked to see the man, as he tried to wiggle his way out of the others tight embrace.

"I wanted to see you duh." he said tightening his hug, making the blond wince. 'Why would he want to see me? No one even notices me.' Canada wondered. "And don't call me Prussia, there's no need to be so formal. Just call me by my name, I know you know it." Prussia smiled his white teeth flashing.

"Why?" Mathew asked, confused.

"Cuz we're friends." Gilbert laughed, loosening his grip on the other, still not letting go, to look around. 'Nice place, totally different from West's place.' he noted. "Aren't we?"

"Uh, yeah, so Pru . . ." he stopped as the man narrowed his crimson eyes at him "I mean Gilbert, can you please let go of me?" looking away he smelled the air, to see if the food in the kitchen was burning at all, but it didn't smell like it.

"Aww, why?" the man pouted. 'He should consider himself lucky most people would kill to have me hug them.'

"Well, if I don't get back to the kitchen my breakfast will burn." 'And thats the last thing I want.'

"Oh." he said letting go, sliding his hands in to the pockets of his black skinny jeans. His stomach growling loudly at the mention of food. 'Stupid fuckin' stomach making strange noises I cant believe such a sound came from the awesome me.'

"Do you want some?" Matt giggled, when Gil's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Yes." the tall albino grinned broadly. 'Maybe I should come here more often he's so much better than that little brother of mine.

"Okay, just make yourself at the home the living rooms in there." he said pointing to the room to their left. "And I'll come get you when its done." the blond smiled sweetly, then walked down the hall into his kitchen.

When Matt had left Gilbert wandered into what Canada said was his living room and flopped down on the sofa. Picking up the T.V. remote he flipped through the channels waiting to be called to breakfast. After a few minutes of waiting a mouthwatering smell floated into the living room from the kitchen, making his stomach growl again. 'Fuck that smells good. I wonder what he's make making.' His curiosity, and hunger, lead him off the couch and into the kitchen. Where he leaned against the door frame, watching the small Canadian cook.

Canada stood in front of the stove scrambling eggs, cooking bacon and sausage, and mixing more pancake batter. Prussia smirked at how female the other nation look doing all of this. 'I wonder how people could not notice him all the time.' he sighed. Taking his weight off the door way and walked over to the cooking man.

"Smells good." he whispered wrapping his arms around him, making the blond blush. 'Damn he's fun to play with.'

"Th . . .Thanks." Mathew replied looking down, wondering Gilbert kept hugging him.

"Your welcome." he replied, lifting Mathews chin so that he could see the man's flushing face. He smiled at the smear of flour on the others face "Your so cute."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because you are," he chuckled, licking the flour of of Canada's cheek., causing the blush to darken. 'Hmm not bad.' Gilbert thought, enjoying the taste.

"I wish you would stop saying that. We both know its not true." Mathew sighed wondering why the albino always treated him like this. Then whimpered as Prussia spun him around so they were face to face, staring him in the eyes.

"Gott, your annoying. If I say your cute your fuckin' cute." Gilbert growled. 'What the hell is up with this kid? He needs to learn how to take a god damn compliment.'

"Fine." Canada gave up, his blush darkening at Gilbert's closeness. He was so close he could smell him and he smelled hell a good, almost too good.

"Never mind your not cute."

"What? Make up your damn mind will you!" Mathew snapped. 'He is really starting to piss me off. What in the high heaven's is wrong with him.'

"Your hot!" Prussia teased "Especially when you angry."

"What!" snarled the smaller man, coming to the conclusion that his companion had some serious problems and needed help, lots of it.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. You should be angry more." he smirked, this nation was so fun to play with.

"Let go of me you bloody pervert.' Canada demanded, trying with all his might to break free from the iron grip that was holding him, but to no avail.

"What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?" Gilbert queried, his face darkening, angry sparking in his eyes turning them the color of blood. 'This nobody of a country ha sno right to insult me! I'm gonna have to teach this brat some fuckin' manner's.'"What did you call me?" he asked again, throwing the small man to the ground, pinning him to the floor before he could scurry away.

"You . . . You heard me." He spat, fighting back his fear. Only to whin in pain when Prussia squeezed his wrist's, looking up his saw a blood lust in his 'friend's' red eyes. Chills reached into his core from a sudden fear of the ex nation. Never had he wished so hard that his brother would come over right then for one of his random visits, than he did now. "Please let go of me." he begged, his resolve fading.

"No." Gilber hissed coldly "I told you the first time, that if you ever insulted me again I would break every single one of your bones." to himself 'I'm going to teach you a lesson. Even if you don't want to learn it.'

"Wha? B . . . But . . . I'm . . . I'm sorry. Just please, no." Canada trembled, tears streaming from his eyes as he started to sob. Never had he been so scared in his life. Never. 'Dear God, I'm gonna die.'

poor mathew im sorry about the ending please dont hurt me it was the best place to end it for cuz the next good break isnt for a while sorry is it just me or is prusia kind of bipolar dont worry i hall explain later please keep reading and reviewing thank you