Gilbert yawned stretching slightly as he awoke, feeling very relaxed. He froze, realising he wasn't in his room when he heard a soft moan and felt arms tighten around his waist. Looking down hesitantly, his sleepy ruby eyes were greeted with the sight of a sleeping angel, who's limbs happened to be tangled around him.
"Mmm, what time is it?" mumbled a soft voice. Memory's from yesterdays truely intresting happenings flooded back into his mind, making his face flush as red possibly even redder than his own eyes.
"The clock says eleven A.M." he replied.
"Wow." Mathew smiled untangling himself from the albino "We slept for a long time."
"Yeah but it was nice." he chuckled.
"Definitely." flushing as his stomach growled loudly he added "Want some breakfast?"
"That sounds awesome." he grinned his own stomach growled in agreement to the idea.
"What do you want?"
"Pancakes!"
"Okay." he sang as he got up and walked over to a large wooden dresser, taking out a pair of boxers and jeans. he hadn't had pancakes in over three month when ever he tried his mind was filled with a certain silver haired man calling him cute. Said silverette sighed as Mathew dressed his lower half and walked out of the room to the kitchen.
"When Gilbert got into the kitchen, clothes and broken phone where they'd been left yesterday, Mathew standing by the stove mixing pancake batter while humming.
"You look like a woman." he cackled.
"I do not." Canada pouted, stamping his foot, which didn't help his argument one bit.
"You do." he smiled, striding over to the adorably flustered and pouting nation "But you see your my woman." and hugged him from behind.
"Qu . . . Quoi!?" he stammered inhaling deeply and gripping onto the mixing bowl tighter, his knuckles turning white.
"I said 'Your Mine'." he breathed into the golden locks of Canada's hair.
"What makes you think you can decide that all on your own?" Prussia pulled back, spinning Mathew around to stare into his pure crystal orbs.
"Wont you be mine, mein liebling Mathew?" he asked sincerely, praying to every god he knew of that Mathew would say yes to him.
"I would have très stupide to say no." Mathew blushedlooking down in to the half mixed blueberry pancake batter.
"So does that mean you'll go out with me?" he asked a little too excited.
"Oui." he flushed darkly, nodding his head up and down .
"YES!" Gilbert cheered loudly, pumping his fist in the air.
"You need a shower." the Canadian said suddenly, wrinkling his nose.
"Are you saying I stink?"
"Yes, badly." he smiled "Go take a shower and your pancakes will be done when you get out." setting the bowl on the counter next to the stove and dragged the reluctant Prussian into the downstairs bathroom. "Please." he then whined giving the man the puppy face that he knew no one could say 'No' to.
'OH God I with I had a camera right now.' the albino thought when he looked upon the irresistible look on his lovers face 'Its too damn . . . CUTE! Its so cute it should be illegal for him to make it!' he blushed looking away from the blond "Alright." he sighed but not wanting to give in entirely he said "Next time your taking it with me."
"O . . . Okay." Mathew stammered and now it was Canada's turn to blush, so he quickly turned and then scurried out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen. Automatically he picked up the neglected mix and finished stirring it, smiling broadly when he heard the shower turn on . . .
Sighing as he dried himself off with a white towel Gilbert looked at his tall milky form in the fogged mirror, smirking at the long red welts that stretched across his back from the blonds nail, reminding him of the large reddish purple love mark he'd left in return on Mathews right shoulder. Smelling the scent of pancakes in the air he wrapped the soft towel around his waist and made his way to the kitchen. A chill ran up his spine as a cool breeze brushed against the skin of his bare legs, silently he walked over to his dejected heap of clothing and pulled his boxers and pants on.
Canada squeaked as while arms wrapped around his waist pulling him against their owners well toned stomach. He looked up into the crimson eyes of the man that held him "You smell much better." he smiled
"Kesesese. And you smell absolutely fuckin' delicious." Gilbert purred leaning down and kissing his small boyfriend.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" exclaimed a nauseated and shocked voice from the doorway ot the kitchen.
oooo i wonder who that could be tehehe
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