Lonely Lovers ( Canada X Prussia )

Chapter 5

" Boss! Boss! " A blonde Danish man yelled, bursting into the room.
" Yes, Mathias? And what have I told you, stop calling me Boss. Call me by my name. " Boss answered, raising a brow.
" Matthew, sorry. I keep forgetting. Yong Soo's contract as your secretary is ending soon, we need someone new. "
Matthew sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair, nearly touching the curl that drooped on his face. He wiped his weary violet eyes, yawning as he did so.
" I know that, but I can't seem to find anyone. And lately Yong Soo's been slacking. Good thing his contract is ending soon, or else I'd have to fire him. "
" I think I have someone in mind, Boss. "
" Who might that be? "
" There's someone I know. His name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, he might be able to fill in the position of secretary. " With that said, Mathias handed Matthew the file.
Matthew blinked and looked at the file.

" Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Age 24.
Graduated with a degree of business and engineering.
Takes pride in work.
Good team spirit.
Fast learner. "

Matthew broke into a small smile.
" Excellent. He will do. Is he in Florida right now? "
" No Boss. He's in Russia. "
Matthew sighed.
" I'll call him. Thanks, Mathias. "
" You're welcome Boss- Uh, Matthew. "
And so, he called Gilbert, waiting for his ex-classmate to pick up.
" C'mon Gil... Pick up... " He mumbled to himself.
" Hey, this is the awesome Gilbert. Please leave a message at the tone, danke! "
The line went dead.
Matthew sighed again.
Gilbert had to pick up.
He had to.
Matthew really wanted to see Gilbert again. He wanted to get to know him more. If Gilbert didn't accept, then he didn't know what to do anymore.
Matthew mulled over the fact that it was interesting how Gilbert played such a large role in his life, even if he had only known him for one day.

Meanwhile...

< RING >

Gilbert yawned, lying on the couch, when he heard the doorbell ring.
" I'm coming! " He yelled, slowly but reluctantly getting up from the comfort of his couch.

< RING RING RING RING RING RING RING >
< BAM BAM BAM >

" I'm coming! I'm coming! Jeez, don't break the door! " He shouted, quickening his footsteps.
Opening the door, he saw Alfred, Antonio and Francis standing outside.
" What are you guys doing here? " He gaped at the three sweaty men outside.
Francis was wearing nothing but a pair of swimming shorts and Antonio was carrying a floatie. Alfred however, was in his usual attire. This made it perfectly clear that Alfred was the one who had dragged the other two over on a short notice.
" You should have at least let us change. " Francis glared at the Alfred. " American idiot. "
" Sì. Now I have to carry this floatie with me everywhere I go, and Lovi's going to laugh at me when he sees me in this. " Antonio sulked.
" Aw guys, c'mon! Gilbert just got fired, we should be here cheering him up! Antonio, no ones going to care if you carry that floatie with you. Does Lovino care? No he doesn't. Because you're not here to see Lovino. You're here to see Gilbert. " Alfred chided the two, unimpressed.
" I guess that's true. "
" Ahem! "
The three turned to Gilbert.
" I'm here, you know! Danke, I appreciate you coming here to cheer me up, though. "
" Don't sweat it bro! " Alfred grinned.
" Wait here, let me get drinks for you guys. "
" Yeah we'll wait, but I'm not sure we can stop Francis from changing the channel to inappropriate ones! "
Gilbert could hear screaming and kicking coming from the living room, and knew immediately that it was Alfred and Antonio trying to stop the perverted Frenchman.
After awhile, Gilbert brought the drinks over to them, and they drank and watched TV at the same time.
" Guys... Are you here to cheer me up or are you here to hog the TV? "
The three stared at him.
" What? "
" Gil, you look so sad! "
" Obviously! Who wouldn't be, after getting sacked from you job by Natalya! " He growled sarcastically.
" Bro, cheer up! "
" No. You can't make me! "
" Mon ami, you better cheer up now, or else... "
" Or else what? "
Gilbert sweat-dropped when Francis had an evil glint in his eyes. As the Frenchman approached closer, Gilbert backed away.
" Francis, don't tell me you plan on raping me to cheer me up. "
" Ohonhonhonhonhon~ "
" Guys! Aren't you going to stop him? "
" Nah. " Came the replies from both the Spaniard and the American.
" Screw you guys. You guys are the worst friends ever... " Gilbert glared, but shrieked when Francis pounced onto him.
" Francis, what are you doing- " Gilbert burst into laughter when he felt something soft tickling his sides.
" Oh my god, get off! What the hell was that soft thing? " Gilbert laughed, kicking Francis off.
" It's a feather. " Came Francis's reply.

" Argh! Is he going to pick up or not? " Matthew groaned as he paced around the room, ready to wreck everything if Gilbert didn't pick up soon.
Was Gilbert trying to test his patience? Ugh!
"... Leave a message at the tone, Danke! "
Matthew face-palmed.

" It's a feather. " Francis got up quickly, glancing at Gilbert.
He gasped dramatically when he saw something fall out from Gilbert's pocket.
" What's that? " Alfred and Antonio asked.
Upon hearing that question, Gilbert blushed a deep red and stumbled back.
" Nothing! Stop being so curious! "
" That makes us even more curious. "
" I said stop it! "
It soon became a mini tug-of-war.
" Give it up Gilbert! God, what's in that picture anyway?! " Alfred yelled. The three were still unable to get a clear look at the mysterious picture.
" I said nothing! "
In the end, the three men won. Gilbert slipped, falling on his butt, thus letting go of the picture.
" Who's that? "
" Ooh, lemme see! "
It was a picture of a teenage Matthew, along with Gilbert by the side. Gilbert had his arm around Matthew's shoulders, smirk on his face. Matthew simply smiled into the camera innocently, his curl perfectly drooping down on his face.
The three men gasped.
" Mon ami... Is that your boyfriend? "
" No! " Came the flustered reply.
" Oh my god! Congrats Gilbert! Wait, wasn't that when you were a teen? "
" I said no already, Antonio! And yes, that was when I was a teen. " Gilbert sighed. He was never going to live this down.
" Wait a minute... " Alfred squinted at the photo, taking his glasses off.
" What's the matter, Alfie? "
" That curl on his head... Those glasses and that smile... "
"... That's my brother, Matthew! "
Antonio's jaw dropped on the ground and Francis's eyes bulged out of his head.
Gilbert on the other hand, looked plain nervous as Alfred narrowed his eyes.
Alfred was going to kill him.

A/N
What do you think Alfred's gonna do when he saw that picture? Is he going to kill Gilbert? Will Gilbert answer his phone? Will Lovi see Antonio with his floatie? Find out next chapter...