Mathew stood in his shower letting the warm water beat against his skin. He sighed again as his thoughts, once again, turned to Gilbert. 'Why? Why do I keep thinking about him? Why do I want him around so much? Why do I care so much? So I like him, I've liked him for a while now but how much do I like him?' he turned the water of and climbed out wrapping himself in a towel, quickly glancing at his red Blackberry Curve perched on the counter. He'd never been the type to carry his phone everywhere with him but now he couldn't bare to have it out of his sight. 'Its all his fault.'he sighed and grabbed his phone quickly dialing.

RING . . . RING . . . RING . . .

"Bonjour." France sang.

"Bonjour Papa, its Mathew."

"Ah Mon Petit Matheu! With what do I owe this honor?"

"I . . . I have a, um, something I want to talk to you about, Papa, because I figured you would be the best for it."

"And what is it?"

"Okay . . . So there's this guy I've liked for a while, which I just kinda realized though and when I first official met him he was weird but totally cool and I didn't see him for a while after that but I saw him yesterday and spent a lot of time with him, it was super fun and . . . um . . . well some things happened between us. I don't regret them at all and I hope he doesn't either but now I cant get him out of my head no matter how hard I try, I miss him, and I feel empty without him here by me! The very thought of him forgetting about me, like everyone seems to do, makes me want to blow my brains out! And I've never really cared that much if some one forgot me before! He may have asked me out but I'm afraid he doesn't really like me the way I like him but the problem is I don't even know how I feel about him! And that is what I need you to tell me!" he finished panting and shaking slightly from his extensive rant.

"Mon Ange.' he sighed, a grin evident in his voice "Your in love!"

"What!?" Mathew nearly screamed into thephone.

"Are you really that surprised?"Francis chuckled at his innocent reaction.

"Well, yeah, of course I am. I mean I barely know him at all."

"Don't fret, I can tell you all about Gilbert if you wish."

"Wha . . . What how, how did you know it was him?"

"Ton Frère Alfred. He called me rather upset, after you made him leave, and told me everything you said."

"And what did you tell him?" Mathew whispered.

"That he should respect your wishes and he has no right to hate Ton Gilbert. Also that he has no right to meddle in the sweet affairs of others Amour."

"Papa please don't call him mi . . . mine." Mathew trembled.

"And why not?" his father figure fake pouted.

"Because I highly doubt he could l . . . lo . . . love . . . someone like me."

"We'll just see about that." was the rather mischievousreply.

"What do you mean by that?" maybe calling France wasnt a good idea.

"Oh I need to go. Adieu, Mon Petit Matheu!"Francis said quickly as in the background the sound of the door being thrown open was heard. "Yo, Francis where the hell are ya?"Prussia's voice called.

. . . CLICK . . .

"Gilbert is at Papa's house, Why?" Canada asked himself as he sat down on his couch pulling his knees to his chest and fell into a trance like state of deep thought . . .

~Don't want to be an American Idiot. One nation controlled by the media. Information age of hysteria. It's calling out to Idiot America.~

Mathew squeaked as he was torn from his revelry by the ringing of his phone "Hi Al." he said.

"Um, hi Mattie, can I talk to you?" America said quietly 'Wow, Francis must have actually gotten through to him.'

"Of course you can." He giggled.

"Okay."Alfred replied regaining a bit of his normal attitude "So after I left today I talked with France then Kiku and they both told me I was wrong and that I should support you and that I shouldn't be angry with Prussia which I guess is true, he did help me all those years ago. But you have no idea how fuckin' shockin' and weird it was to walk in on you two like that. I had every right to freak out." he finished 'So that's why he's apologizing Kiku told him too.' Mathew thought.

"And your 'Hero Complex' kicked in, I know."

"It's not a complex! I am a hero!" he squealed, Canada grinned he could just picture his twin striking a pose as he said that "And if you know why'd ya get so mad?"

"Because you hit Gilbert." he replied bluntly and was almost shocked to be asked such a dumb question but considering the askerit was a bit more understandable.

"That's it?"

"Well I . . . You . . . Ah . . . Never mind." Mathew sighed 'I probably shouldn't tell him it was also because he was being annoying.'

"That's messed up."

"Not really. So is this all you wanted to talk to me for?"

"Yeah . . . Hey Kiku watcha up to?"

"I need to go, but I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Huh, oh, yeah. Alright, later."

. . . CLICK . . .

Mathew pulled his phone away from his ear and stretched, pausing when he realized he had an unread text.

## Hey Sexxi! itz the awesome me ;) ##

Mathew blushed and replied with a simple 'Hi' then saved the number and picked its ring tone, he chose 'Cant Box Me In' by Honor Society.

## Whats up ##

'Same old same old' he replied getting of the couch so he could start making some dinner.

## Good get dressd nicely & b ready by 7 30 ##

Surprised he asked why then just stood in the hall awaiting the answer.

##Date##

Was the only explanation he got and it made his legs turn to jelly and his face flush with confusing, excitement, and nervousness. "I cant believe . . . " he trailed of realizing the clock said seven "I don't have time, I need to get ready." Mathew cried as he ran up the stairs into his room to get ready.

ok soo what do u think wondering what Gilberts up too well just wait till the next chapter

i dont own any of the songs and i suggest u all listen to the song cant box me in its epic tehehe and u might understand y i picked it well technically i didn't my dear friend XHelloXGoodbyeX did cuz i couldnt think of anything and i trust her judgement

rate plz it makes me happy to hear ur opinions