"Fine." Gilbert spat, letting go. 'Why is that crying face of his so irresistible. I couldn't help but give in. Fuck.' standing up he watched as the Blond whipped his tear's away. "Just don't insult me again. Got it?"

"Y. . .Yes." Mathew confirmed, still shaking, he stood and turned off the stove.

"Good. Now lets eat." the Prussian smiled, his stomach growling again. 'This guy has some serious problems.' Canada thought, dividing the almost burnt food onto two plates as he did.

"Sure." the short nation muttered, still shaking uncontrollablywithfear of the man in his kitchen. He watched as he walked over to the small table and took a seat before walking over himself with a plate of food in each hand.

"Hey um dont be scared of me. Thats no fun and it's not like I try to be mean, I just have . . have . . an . . um . .uh . ."

"Temper?"

"Yes that! But I promise to try to keep it under control." Gilbert reassured. 'What the hell I've never cared if people were scared of me before. Well they were boring anyway.'"So . . . Dont be scared of me . . . Please." he added.

"Okay." Mathew smiled, feeling slightly relived, as he set set a plate in front of Prussia and one across the small table for him, then took his seat.

"Now quit your damn shaking." Chuckled the albino, his red eyes no longer cold with blood lust but brightwith, something else. Forking food into his mouth he couldn't help but shudder at how delicious it was, even though it was slightly over cooked, which may possibly have slightly been his fault. But he just couldn't control himself around that damn innocent blond.

"I'm trying." Mat flushed, clenching his fist's till he stopped. When he stopped he began to shovel food into his mouth.

"Much better." he sighed.

When they finished he asked "So what do you want to do after this?" he asked, he really didn't want to go home it was disturbing to be there when Italy and West were together. Antonio was busy with 'His Special Romano' ugh how annoying. Francis well you had to be stupid to be with him alone. So he was going to bless this kid with his time.

"What?" Mathew asked clearly confused. No one had ever asked him that, no one ever asked him anything but that wasn't the point. "Why?"

"Because I'm polite like dat. So vat do you vant to do?" he asked again his annoyance bringing out his accent.

"Oh, um, well." Canada giggled "I have to clean the dishes first but maybe we could play Hockey."

"Are you laughing at my accent?" Gilbert accused, trying to figure out what the hell 'Hocky' was.

"No, I think it's really cool." Mathew smiled sweetly.

"Then what the fucks so funny?" he asked, his eyebrow twitching.

"It's just I've never spent the day with anyone before that's all." shrugged the blond, then he picked up the cleared plates and walked over to the sink to wash them.

"Seriously!?" Gilbert breathed in slight shock. 'I remember him saying noticed him but fuck.'

"Yeah, I mean my brother comes over sometimes but he never stays long." Mathew shrugged as he began to clean the dishes, the warm water running over his sore wrist's was soothing but still painful since it hurt to move them, Gilbert was really strong, and emotional.

"So your all alone?" was he 'Prussia The Awesome' actually feeling sorry for this kid? Well it was kinda sad that no one really cared for him not even his own brother. Gilbert sighed as he watched the young blond.

"Not really, I do have Kumajirou." Mathew beamed.

"Who?"

"My pet polar bear his name is Kumajirou." smiled the blond as he grabbed the pans from the stove and put them in the sink so he could also wash them.

"So the only person you have is a polar bear?" Gilbert said slowly 'Wow and I thought my life sucked, but his is pathetic.'

"More or less." he replied sweetly, then looking down with an old sadness in his bright blue eyes he said "I used to be really lonely but I'm used to it by now." as he stared down into the soapy dish water Prussia stood and made his way over to him.

"Well I'll change that." Gilbert whispered as he wrapped his arms around the smalled man causing him to gasp in surprise "You won't be lonely anymore." he added shifting himself so he could see Mathews face but not be in his way.

"Th . . . Thank you." Mathew murmured, feeling his face heat up at the touch. Why did this always happen when the pale man touched him? It confused him so much.

"So, do you still want to play 'Hawkey'?" Gilbert asked, when the last of the dishes were cleaned.

"It's Hockey and I would but if you don't that's fine." Mathew smiled, draining the water from the sink.

"I've never played before so you'll have to teach me." the tall man winked.

"Don't worry, it's easy as long as you have good balance." he said, drying his hand's off and eyeing the seemingly nimble man perched on his counter "Do you?"

"Of course." he snickered, jumping from the counter and striking a pose as he landed on his feet.

"Good. We can play in my backyard. Do you want some pads." Mathew asked thoughtfully.

"No, why?" Prussia asked 'Why would I need pads?'

"Well it's kind of a violent sport and I don't always play nice, but since your new I'll try to be gentle." he smirked. Walking over to the closet he opened it and pulled out two sticks with curved ends and a small black thing.

"What are those?"

"Our equipment. Come on." he smiled walking out the backdoor. Following after him, Gilbert couldn't help but be amazed at the immense back yard. He quickly noticed the large nicely kept ice rink with to goal nets on opposite ends, that Mathew was walking towards.

"Wow." was all the Prusian could utter as he stood in place on the back porch.

"Coming?" Canada asked, bring Gilbert out of his revelry, making him jump. Gott this kid was quiet, no one had ever sunk up on him without him noticing, no matter how out of it he was.

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's fine." he smiled, leading the tall silver haired man down to the ice rink he had just come from. When they got down there he handed him a pair of ice skate's "Here these should fit you." then sat and slid his own on, when they were on he went on the ice.

"Thanks." he said pulling them on, relived that they fit great. When he had them on he joined Canada on the ice, accepting the funny shaped stick that was offered to him.

"Alright, you see this?" he said holding up the small hunk of black "This is the puck you hit it with this . . ." he pointed to the curved end of the stick ". . . part of the stick. It will slid across the ice when you do, okay?"

"Okay."

"You have to try to get the puck into my goal." Mathew pointed to his "And I will try to get it in yours." He pointed to the other one.

"That sounds simple enough. What are the rules?" he asked, this seemed pretty easy, he knew he was going to kick ass.

"There are none." the Canadian smiled maliciously.

"Awesome." the other cackled.

"READY."

"SET."

"GO!"

ooooooo well doesnt this seem exciting i hope u enjoyed i promise it will get better

i cant help but feel bad for poor mathew he seemed so sad sigh

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