Ah, the familiar timework of updating once a day, everyday. Or trying to update everyday, but you guys know what I do if I miss a day, two updates, if I can accomplish it. I don't want to think about how many updates I owe you all for all the missed days. -Hides under the bed- Now, actually, I have a lot of work to do. -Takes out notepad- I have this currently updated… -Places a check mark- But I need to start fixing up my past chapters, read them over, find a few faults here and there. Then that list I have on chapter 61 needs to be placed on my profile with what's been requested, the pairing, possible warnings(I haven't thought that far ahead for the unwritten requests but the one's I already wrote for should have it). -Hums quietly- I should place a note on my first chapter for newer readers when I have up the list on my profile. Just so if there's a chapter with a pairing or warning they might not like they can always skip it… And maybe that's it.
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Monster(Lady Gaga): PruCan, Side/Mentioned: GerIta, Spamano, France/various.
Warnings: Human Au, slight sexual hints, and I think that's it. Got anything else, tell me.
Body arched on the bed, spread out beneath the albino, finger's curling in his hair as they-
"Don't call me Mattie." Matthew said, searching through his sweater for his keys. Gilbert only grinned, scarlet eyes filled with amusement as he looked over the Canadian. Matthew's jaw clenched at the thought of what he saw in the others eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." He whispered finding his keys and opening his car before climbing into the drivers seat.
"You amaze me." Matthew said as a final response, mordacity dripping from his words, the Prussian's eyes shining in amusement as he turned on his car and drove away.
…
"I think you're in love, ve." Feliciano said softly, hands upon the Canadian's shoulders so Matthew could see how serious he was about this.
Matthew didn't answer, frown on his lips as he looked out the window.
It was raining.
How fitting.
"He ate my heart, Feli." Matthew whispered. Feliciano offered a small smile.
"At least its not Francis."
They both shared a laugh knowing it was a common joke between them, they could never keep track of whom the Frenchman was with since it seemed he had a different person at his arm every morning.
"At least its not Francis." Matt repeated, nodding.
…
A night at the bar to share a few drinks. Feliciano, Romano, that Spaniard Antonio - Romano's boyfriend, not that the Italian would say he is - Alfred, Arthur, Francis - whom was on the dance floor trying to pick up a beautiful boy or girl - Ludwig - Feliciano's sorta sorta not? Boyfriend - and Matthew. The Canadian sighed softly and Feliciano gave a smile - since Romano was too busy trying to push the Spaniard away seeing as he was getting into his "Lovi! mode".
The Canadian caught sight of the Prussian and nudged Feliciano whom looked at him curiously.
"Look at him." Matthew muttered sourly as he nodded to the Prussian's dirrection, Feliciano did as he said and looked to the Prussian who was grinning and winking at a few smitten girls.
"Look at me." The Canadian raises his cup of alcohol to his lips, taking a heavy drink.
"That boy is bad and honestly he's a wolf in disguise," Matthew mutters, propping his cheek against his palm. "But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes..."
…
Its surprise that catches him when the Prussian makes his way over, holding his hand out with a wink and smirk.
Matthew rolls his eyes but takes the others hand - especially after that push from Feliciano.
Its when he hears a mumble from the Italian that he looks back, confused, but Feliciano only grins and waves as they go down on the dance floor.
"I asked my boyfriend if he'd seen you 'round before." Matthew says, quietly but the Prussian looks at him, brow cocked up.
"Boyfriend?"
"Sorta like a girl saying girlfriend, my best guy friend." Matthew explains though a sound of surprise escapes him when he's pulled close and falls against the Prussian's chest.
Spread digits creeping up the others torso in exploration, chuckles echoing from the albino man before him before he's pulled in close and kis-
Matthew blinks, looking up at Gilbert from beneath his lashes.
They might've fucked, he's not really sure and he doesn't exactly recall.
However, there's something that tells him that he's seen Gilbert before.
…
He licked his lips, pulling Matthew in close, hands just at the line of his hips and about to go lower. "Boy, you look good enough to eat."
Matthew, with narrowed eyes, struggles slightly. "Gilbert, now get your paws right off of me." He's able to work his arms in between them, and pushes lightly.
He's not amused when Gilbert chuckles and kisses his cheek.
Especially since it made his heart pound that he was sure the other could hear it.
…
It was getting late, Matthew just wanted to dance, but Gilbert seemed to have different thoughts. He's not sure how, nor when this happens but on minute he's on the dance floor and next, he's in his house with Gilbert in tow, dumping his keys before the Prussian grabs his wrist and pushes him to the bed when they reach the Canadian's room. Matthew doesn't even reject when Gilbert tore his clothes right off.
A chuckle escapes his lips and Matthew cocks up a brow, smile on his lips as he looks at his current partner. He shouldn't be all that surprised when the Prussian pulls him in and lays a kiss onto his lips, deepening it a moment later. However, they were on a subway train.
Matthew blinks, realizing he has his fingers threaded into Gilberts hair as the Prussian plants a few kisses on his throat.
So they French kissed on a subway train…
…
Matthew leans against the doorway to his home and gives a wave goodbye to Gilbert, whom does the same. He stays there until the Prussian is finally out of view before entering his home once more and closing the door behind himself. His first thought is grabbing the phone and dialing Feliciano's number.
"Ciao~?" Came the cheery greeting.
"Bonjour Feli, why didn't you tell me it was Gilbert?" Matthew asks cutting to the chase.
"Was he good?" Feliciano asks instead.
"He's a monster." Matthew responds, rolling his eyes.
"Ah, that good then?" Feliciano says, slightly surprised.
"I think I could love him." Matthew mutters sourly.
"At least he's not Francis." There is amusement in Feliciano's words.
"At least he's not Francis." Matthew repeats, shaking his head. "I'll talk to you later."
"Bye~" Feliciano responds, hanging up.
Matthew places down his own phone, rolling his eyes.
"He ate my heart, then, he ate my brain." Matthew says to himself, sighing.
A bark gains his attention and he looks over to his Canadian Eskimo dog, Kuma…something…
"I'll be right there Kuma." Matthew says, glancing at the phone before following his dog into the kitchen. Its after he serves his dog his food that he sighs once more, seeing as the white dog stared at him with seemingly curious black eyes.
"Matthew Williams, your owner." Matthew supplies and Kuma goes to eating hungrily from his bowl.
Really, sometimes that dog acts like he doesn't even know him.
Kage: Hopefully this is okay, and yes, I made Kumajirou a dog in this one. XD It was a desperate try at ending this. T-T But also because I was curious about which dogs originate from Canada, and I rather liked the way a Canadian Eskimo dog looks... Okay, gonna go work. -Runs off-
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