I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

Leaving Early Like Losers

Gilbert's (Prussia's) POV

We went around the crowd, asking where the two went. We got fairly good information since those two stood out so much. I kept thinking, who wouldn't take advantage of their drunk crush? Then I'd look at Matthew, who was definitely shit faced. It worried me a little. I hope I didn't influence him drink more than he did before.

Finally, we went to a part of the large house where there was no one around. A long hallway. We caught France, suspiciously sneaking down the corridor. Matthew immediately ran up to the Frenchman and grabbed his shirt. "Tell me where you're holding him hostage, Francis!" He shook the long haired blonde's shoulders, "I've gotta bear, a freaking bear! I'll make him maul you, so start talking!"

"What're you talking about Ma-a-atthew!?" The man was shook helplessly.

I got Matt away from France and said, "He means, what'd you do with England?"

"What'd I do to him?" He frowned angrily, "Are you trying to say something?"

"Oh c'mon!" Matthew claimed, "We both know that you like England!"

"You want to know where Eyebrows is?" He said sourly, "Check down the hall too your left."

He began walking away, but Matthew grabbed him. "You're coming with us." He groaned in irritation.

We went down the hallway, opened the door to the left just a crack and saw a bed. Two bodies where swaddled together in the sheets, which I quickly recognized as America and England. I stared wide eyed at France.

"HEY B'Y THAT'S MY BROTHER YOU'RE SLEE- " Matthew began to yell defensively.

I slapped a hand over the Canadian's mouth and dragged him away from the room as quickly as I could. No way was I going to let Mattie wake them up with France around. When we were far enough, and Matthew had calmed down enough, France began to explain what happened.

"Me and America got in a fight over England, and I ended up attacking him, but I was stopped by England. I realized what I had done, so I ran away and haven't talked to the both of them since. After I thought over it, I knew he didn't love me, so when he pulled me away today, I told him of America's desire for him and explained why I had gotten angry." His expression looked painful at this sentence, "After England found this out, he went to America and that happened."

"I'm sorry man," I squeezed him a quick side hug. "I know you really like him."

He took a deep breath, "Yeah, but... I think I'm gonna go home tonight."

"Fraaance!" Canada started sobbing and hugging the Frenchman, "I'm sooo sorry for you! Please stay!"

He forced a small smile and patted the Canadian's head, "It's okay, mon fils, I'm getting tired anyway."

After the embrace was broken, France slinked away sadly. I could almost see the raincloud over his head.

I sighed, "Jeez, poor guy."

"I want more alcohol," Matthew wined and pulled on my sleeve, "I'm starting to sober up."

"Mein Gött Mattie," I shook my head, "No more for you."

"Whaat!?"

"I don't want your liver to explode on you!"

"I'm my own man! I'll get more if I want more!" He made a run for it, and I was going to run after him if he didn't trip on him own feet and face plant on the floor.

I ran up to help him, "Matthew! Are you okay?"

He was holding his face when he rested his forehead onto my chest. I put my arms around him and after a while he managed, "Yeah... I'm ready to go home too."

I chuckled, bringing his face up to mine by holding his chin. "I think it's time for you to go home too." Then I laid my lips against his in a quick, loving kiss.

Matthew tangled his fingers with mine. "Let's go."

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The flight to his house wasn't long, I almost forgot that I was in America. We stumbled in Matthew's house, collapsing on his bed.

I inhaled the smell, recognizing his detergent, "Did you wash the sheets?"

He grabbed one of his pillows and shoved his face in it, smelling it too. He muffled, "Yeah, smells good huh?"

I nodded and yawned, "Man, I'm bushed."

"Really?" Matthew said kind of disappointed.

I raised an eyebrow and rolled over to face him, "Why? Did you want to... do something?"

His face flushed, "Ye-Yeah, a little."

"Something like this?" I brought my hand down to his waist, teasing at his belt buckle.

"Exactly like that." He rolled on top of me as I went on my back, bringing his lips to mine. We didn't break the kiss as we began unbuttoning each others shirts and flinging them away from the bed. I felt his hands fumbled with the buckle of my belt.

I chuckle lowly, "You're very needy tonight Matthew."

"I really missed you," he breathed.

"Don't think you're the only one who was lonely."

I brought my hands down to his and helped him unbuckle my belt, but quickly went to his own to shuffle off his pants. I kicked off my pants as well and went back to kissing him. We rolled over so that I was on top, licking his jaw and stroking his member.

He was still trying to hold in his moans, so I tried a little harder, licking his chest, nibbling on his ear. When I nipped at the sweet spot on his neck, he let out a loud one. I grinned as I gave extra attention to that area. He wasn't holding in any moans anymore.

Satsified, I brought my hand up to his mouth and said, "lick them."

He looked at me, confused for a moment, but then engulfed my fingers, licking and slurping around them. It was beyond hot, watching him get really into it, sucking each finger. I pulled my hand away from his mouth, a string of saliva barely connecting, and went to his lower body. I then pushed a couple fingers into his entrance. He gasped, not expecting me to enter so quick. I began twisting and pumping.

"Do you want me inside you?" I growled.

"Ngh!- Y-Yes Gilbert! I, ahh, I want you in." He moaned, squirming from pleasure.

I curled my fingers inside him, making him arch his back and moan. "How bad?" I pressed.

"Ahhh~ Now you're just teasing!" He was clutching the sheets hard.

I grinned and pulled my fingers out. "Here, your arms..." I guided his arms around my neck and spread his legs so that we positioned right. Leaning over him, I glanced at him if he was ready. He nodded. I circled around the entrance and pushed in, making him bite his lip.

I began my pace, moving in and out, inside him, his moans only encouraging me more. We made love until the crack of dawn. I didn't really remember falling asleep, but the whole night was blissful. It almost felt too short.

I woke up in the morning before Matthew. I saw him, snoring quietly and peacefully, curled up in the sheets. I smiled as I carefully crawling out of the bed. I gathered up my clothes, pulling something out of the pocket of my trench coat. It was Matthew's present, the one I forgot to give him. Quickly finding a piece of paper and a pen, I scribbled a note and put it on his dresser with the boxed present. I had to get home before Germany raises his blood pressure too high and has a heart attack. I didn't tell him that I was going anywhere.

I pecked a quick kiss on the Canadian's forehead before I left the room

B'y: apparently 'buddy' in Canadian.

I was writing the smut part listening to "siiimply haaaving a wonderful christmastime~"

Yeah, I think there'll be one more short chapter after this and it'll be the end.