"Oh great." Mathew sighed as he detached his lips from Gilbert's, slowly they turned to face the petrified American standing in the kitchen doorway.
"What The Fuckin' Hell Do You Fuckin' Think Your Doin' To MY God Damn Little Brother, You Dead Fuck!?" Alfred screeched storming over to the two men, roughly yanking Canada out of the ex nations arms "Mattie are you okay? Did he hurt you? Don't worry I'll take fucking good care of him."
"Al." Mathew cried as said man punched Gilbert in the side of the face. Quickly he pulled his brother away from his boyfriend and held said German back, which was easier said than done.
"Sto . . . Stop it, please." he begged
"What the fuckin' hell Mathew?!"
"He hid me first! It's only fair I return da favor." Gilbert spat still trying to pounce America, getting closer with every try, and making Alfred back up a little bit each time.
"Please, for me."
"Fine, but only for you." Prussia sighed, calming down when he was the tears forming in the small blonds blue eyes. Kissing him on the forehead gently he whipped them away and smiled.
"Don't you fuckin' touch 'im!" Alfred growled.
"Look, Al, I'm dating him, I've even fucked him, he's mine, and I'm his. He can touch me all he wants and where ever he wants." Mathew explained , trying his hardest to stay calm so he didnt snap at and beat the crap out of his annoying twin with one of his many hockey sticks, like part of his mind was telling him to do.
"That's fuckin' sick." America grimaced "And he's fuckin' dead! Why the hell would you wanna fuckin' date his sorry ass?"
"Shut the hell up. You have no room to talk, with all the things you and Kikuhave done." America tried to say something then but Canada silenced him with a look and continued "And I don't care about the fact that he is no longer a nation in truth that makes it easier because we can be together as people not lands. So it doesn't matter what you think or if he's no longer a country. At least he doesn't forget me like you and everyone else does. I cant say I love him, yet, but I do like him and he likes me and makes me happy. That's all that matters and as long as he wants me he'll have me. You need to accept it Al." he finished looking away from his pissed brother to face his flushed albino.
"I'll always want you." Gilbert whispered more to himself than Mathew 'Wait why'd I say that? Do I mean it?'
"Leave Kiku the fuck out of this! And I wont fuckin' accept this, I down right fuckin' refuse." the great nation stammered.
"Then leave." Mathew said simply, coldly.
"What?!" he asked, completely surprised at the lack of emotion in his younger brothers voice.
"If your not going to support me and my decisions then leave."
"But . . ."
"Alfred, I'm serious, just go home and think about this before you talk to me again."
"NO! I'm not gonna fuckin' leaving you alone with 'That'!" he sneered jabing a finger at Prussia.
"Watch it, kid." growled the silverette, his fists balling.
"Leave." Mathew said softly grabbing a hockey stick and leaning against it "Please."
"Oh what the fuck ever!" Alfred snarled throwing his hands in the air as he left, slamming the front door shut.
"I'm sorry he did that to you. Does it hurt?" Mathew asked running his finger along the side of Prussia's face.
"It's fine, and it doesn't hurt anywhere near as bad as what I got yesterday from you." he chuckled.
"I'm really sorry about that."
"Matt I . . ." he was cut off as his stomach growled loudly making both him and the blond laugh "I need to eat." Gilbert smiled.
"Me too." he grinned back and led the ex nation to the table where two giant stacks of pancakes sat next to a gallon of maple syrup. Sitting, they tore into into the waiting food devouring it quickly both surprised at how hungry they really were. Neither talked until the stacks were gone and they were satisfied.
"Damn." Prussia sighed as he leaned back and stretched in his chair "That was good."
"I'm glad you liked them." Mathew beamed, getting up and taking the dishes to the sink so he could clean them.
"I have an, um, a question." Gilbert said, watching the blond 'I still cant believe I said that. He doesn't seem to mind though.'
"What is it?" he hummed as he washed the dishes.
"Why'd you say that?"
"S . . . Say what?"
"That you like me and . . . that I like you?"
SILENCE
"Be . . . Because well um I . . . I do." Mathew finally fumbled "And I hope you . . . you do . . . too." 'What's wrong with me?'
"Well . . ."
"I'm so sorry, was I wrong?" 'Am I just a fuck to him? If that was the case then why would he ask me out?'
"How the hell could you be wrong the awesome me asked you out, right?" Gilbert grinned.
"Well yeah but . . ." the Canadian blushed. 'There he goes with that ego again. Could that be why he asked me out?'
"I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't like you."
"Oh." 'Really!?'
"I was just wondering why you had to tell America 'cuz if Italy finds out I'll never hear the end of it." he groaned making Mathew laugh "That idiot has no damn respect for others." 'I need to go, I need to think and I'm sure I'm not the only one.'
"No he doesn't." he giggled.
"I should probably go." Prussia sighed.
"Why?" Canada asked poorly hidden disappointment in his voice 'Why do I feel so sad now?'
"Well I need to get a new phone and clean clothes, and i doubt you have any big enough to fit me." 'Does he like me 'that' much'
"I'm not that short." he pouted folding his arms over his chest and sticking his tongue out "OW!" he cried when Gilbert pinched it.
"You liked it." he winked "Your so cute."
"Shut up." he looked down 'What if he forgets me like everyone else does?'
"Don't worry I wont forget you." he winked as blue eyes filled with surprise "Give me your cell phone number." he said as he picked up the shattered remains of his phone and put them in his pocket.
"Okay." he smiled then recited the requested numbers.
"Got it. I'll text ya later." the Prussian said putting on his shirt and converse. When he had them on he kissed Canada softly and left.
Mathew stood there in his kitchen for a few minutes before he decided he should go find Kumajiro, feed him and then take a shower.
why are most doctors jerks i went to the hospital yesterday cuz i blacked out from exhaustion (if i hadnt this chapter would have been out earlier) and the doctor was being a dick to me he told my mom i was facking cuz i wanted medicine I HATE MEDICINE! well sorry for my rant and is anyone surprised about the mystry character probaly not
review please and i shall continue to work hard. Nashledanou!