This is super pointless because i have writer's block, but enjoy!
Before he could realize it, Gil had fallen in love. He could stare into Matthew's lilac eyes for hours on end, and it would feel like only a few minutes had gone by. He loved sitting up on that hill, energy spent after a day of playing in the park. His favorite thing about Matthew was how warm he was. Not only in the literal sense. Sure, when Matthew fell asleep on the hill, leaning on Gil's shoulder, the Prussian felt like he was sitting on a beach in Hawaii, but he warmed his heart too. Sometimes, Gil would think of things he'd rather forget, and Matthew would be there at his side, whispering soothing things in French. Gil couldn't get enough of it. He adored messing with Matthew's hair, ruffling it, braiding bits. Even if he was just combing his fingers through it, he adored it. It was silky soft, and blonde, as if someone had created silken gold. There was one thing about that hair that Gil didn't understand. There was one curl that stuck out from the rest. The Prussian had almost touched it once, but Matthew had freaked out. Gil started formulating a plan to figure out what the hell that curl did.
"So Birdie," Gil and Matthew were sitting on the swings, eating apple slices. "What's with that curl thing?" Matthew froze at Gil's words. "N-nothing!" He stuttered quietly. Gil frowned and bit into an apple. "Can I touch it?" Gil asked, reaching towards it. Matthew grabbed Gil's outstretched arm and growled. "Don't. Touch. The. Curl." Gil sighed in defeat and ate his apples.
The next day, Gil snuck up behind Matthew, who was on the swings, and tugged on the curl. The Canadian fell onto the mulch, his face bright red. "Uh... Birdie?" Matthew didn't reply. He only laid in the mulch, praying to all the Gods he had ever heard of that Gil would not find out about what get just commenced. "I said not to touch it..." Matthew said, his words becoming more frightening as he said them. He stood up, taller than Gil, and glared. "Don't do it again." Gil nodded vigorously. Matthew calmed down a bit, but his curl would twitch from time to time.
"What does it do?" Gil was sliding down the bright pink slide that was half his size. Matthew looked up in confusion. They had been friends for a month, and he still didn't get quite a bit of what the Prussian boy said. "What do you mean?" "The curly thing." Gil asked, sliding down again. Matthew's face went crimson and he looked away from Gil. "I've already told you, it doesn't do anything!" Gil frowned. "Then why can't I touch it?" There was a silence from matthew. He turned around. "Have you ever heard of an erogenous zone?" Matthew asked. Gil shook his head and stopped himself from sliding down. "Well... Basically if you... Um... Pull it or something... I... I get... Aroused..." Gil's face went cherry red. "O-oh..." After that, the curl wasn't spoken of. Ever.
