Well, apologies are very due but I had no Internet seeing as my wifi box crashed so I guess that's an excuse? Anyway, happy (late) Canada day to one of the awesomest countries EVER! Also happy (late) Independence day to all the Yanks out there!

Now comes my way to slide in one of my OTPs while writing a chapter about another one of them. Hope you like it!

His awesomeness Gilbert Beilschmidt immediately sensed something was afoot when he noticed Vash's cheek muscles twitching after closing the door. Also, his cousin was pink around the ears, a sure sign of embarrassment. But though he continued poking him from behind for the whole lesson, Vash did not seem to want to share the punch. With an annoyed huff, Gil had sat waiting for the lesson to end, but before he could even approach the Swiss student after class, the other had pulled out a gun that he seemed to always carry around and pointed it at the Prussian's face. The boy had given up and headed towards the cafeteria for lunch.

Really, he thought to himself, the school might have all the anti-weaponry rules they wanted but they never seemed to do much about it. Nearly everyone at school had some kind of dangerous item at least in there dorm, and quite a few of them carried it around 24/7. For example, Ivan with his pipe, Natalya with her knife, that Hungarian psycho with her frying-pan, Vash with his gun(s?), Kiku with a freaking katana, for God's sake…

His train of thought was interrupted as he arrived behind the line of students waiting to eat. Smirking, he walked past the bunch of younger kids, pausing to ruffle his brother's perfectly groomed hair and earning a glare from the afore-mentioned Ludwig.

Laughing, the albino strutted to the platters, grabbed what he needed, and continued to the food. He winked at Mrs Kirkland, the Kirkland boys' mom, who had offered to replace their cafeteria lady for the week because "she was looking for something else to do". Luckily for the students, unlike Arthur, she could actually cook. She rolled her eyes, served him, and went to help the next student, Raivis Galante, to reach the food he was trying to get.

Gilbert spotted Toni waving at him and headed to the table where they usually sat. He noted something immediately, because Wednesday was always Mattie day. "Hey, where's Birdie?" he asked inquiringly. "He's in his dorm, but amigo, I think you should know that-"Antonio stopped when he saw his friend run off. "Oh, dios…" he said worriedly.

"HEYYYYYY BIRDIE!"

Matthew groaned at hearing Gilbert's voice fill the dorm. He was already in a very bad mood, and if the Prussian had come to taunt him, then…"Wha?" he asked, rolling off the bunk he was lying on and staring at the other, trying to see if his eyes seemed particularly evil.

"What're you doing here? We're waiting for you!" the boy exclaimed. "And making me wait is totally unawesome coming from you!" Matthew blinked. Gilbert was obliviously Gilbert, which could only mean one thing…

-"Gil? You haven't heard yet, have you?

-Heard what?

-Oh, maple…"

The blonde sighed, then looked away. "You know how the school's been abuzz since before lunch?"

"Yeah?"

"And you know how Alfred was giving a speech right before?"

"Yeah..."

"…"

Gilbert suddenly sat up straight. "Oh, Mattie, what did you do?!" he exclaimed, grabbing the Canadian's head and turning it so they sat facing each other. "Are you okay? What happened? Do I have to go beat someone up?" Matthew let out a snort at the last one, which relieved Gil ever so slightly. "I am perfectly capable of defending myself, thanks, Beilschmidt." He looked away.

"I guess I might as well tell you now…"

The younger boy took a deep breath, straightened his glasses, stared at the ceiling, and started telling his story.

"Al was going on and on about him defeating the other team and I was getting tired of it. I mean, ok, it's Alfred, and ok, he did do a lot, but if I heard him say the word hero one more time I was going to explode. I swear to God, that guy…" Matthew paused, then continued. "And I was just feeling so exasperated and I wanted to shut him up and I couldn't think of anything else to do and then-"He took a deep breath, flushed scarlet, and mumbled something. "Just cause you're invisible twenty-four/seven doesn't mean you've got to be mute as well, dude." Gilbert noted sarcastically. Matthew smiled weakly, then said rushedly: "So then I kissed him."

"…"

"WHAAT?!"

"AH, maple! I knew you'd react like that! I just wanted to shut him up! (I mean, it was pretty funny when he dropped the mike and turned scarlet and all, but still!) Why is everyone so annoying about this?! Of course I have to be invisible all the rest of the time, but poof! Suddenly everyone and their mom is like, omg he kissed Alfred!" Matthew exclaimed angrily.

"Hey, calm down, Matt, I was just surprised!" Gilbert stated. "Geez, you're one sarky smart-ass when you feel like it..." He added. Matthew smiled wryly. "But seriously though, dude, it's fine if you're, like, you know…Gay…" Matthew was about to interrupt when the Prussian continued: "I mean, look at your cousin! He'd date anything with two legs and he's part of the Bad Touch Trio!" Matthew grinned slightly, then said: "But I don't even know if I am…I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore…" There was a pregnant pause, then Gil asked the question that had been hovering around school all day. "But do you, uhm, love him?"

This was the true question; Matthew and Alfred had been bros since forever, and they were always Matt and Al, the two friends forever. They even LOOKED creepily similar, but they swore having no family ties whatsoever, and seeing as Matt had Francis as a cousin and Alfred had Arthur, no one insisted on that. Putting that aside, Alfred was always the ladies' man and the popular guy, so if they were together…

Matthew hid his face in his pillow and sighed. "That absolute retard? Yeah, I do."

Ahaha, I love making Alfred embarassed. Next up, Den/Nor!