Lonely Lovers ( Canada X Prussia )

Chapter 6

" Y-Your brother? " The Bad Touch Trio stuttered. They knew how scary Alfred could be when he was serious.
" Yes, my brother. Gilbert, what exactly were you trying to pull, having your arm around his shoulder? " Alfred asked in a dangerously low tone.
Gilbert yelped in fear when Alfred's blue eyes flashed.
Antonio and Francis clung onto Gilbert tightly, fearing for his life.
" We're- We're just friends, that's all! "
" Are you sure? "
Much to the relief of Gilbert, his phone rang again.
" Uh, hold on. " He said, running over to his phone, answering the phone, but not before putting it on speaker mode. ( He usually couldn't hear anything when the phone wasn't placed on speaker mode. )
" Hello, this is Gilbert Beilschmidt. Who's this? "
" Hello Gil! " Chirped a timid but cheerful voice from the other side.
" It's me, Matthew Williams! You remember me? I was your high school classmate. "
Gilbert's eyes widened.
Matthew Williams. How did Mattie know his number?
" Yeah, I remember you, Mattie- " This earned a glare from the American.
" -Uh, I mean Matthew. "
" Good! " Matthew chirped again, this time sounding especially happy and cheerful.
" You're currently jobless, am I correct? "
" Yeah, how do you know? "
" I read your records. Now, I have a deal for you. "
" What is it? "
" I'm in need of a personal secretary. My secretary's contract just ended, now I need someone else. How about it? I'm in Florida. Have you heard of the Happy Office People? "
Gilbert paused, he had heard that name from somewhere before.
" Yes... I think so. "
" So do you accept the deal? "
" Yes, I do. I'll call you back once I book a flight to Florida. "
" Fantastic! Have a good day, Gil! "
With that, the line went dead.
Francis, Antonio and Alfred gawked at him, their jaws hanging on the ground.
" Oh my lord, Gilbert. You found a job only a few hours after you just got fired. "
" Oh my swiggity swag, you must be blessed by the Angels! "
" Gilbert, you better not touch Mattie! " Alfred warned.
" I won't, I won't. Relax, bro. " Gilbert yelped, putting his hands up in surrender.

2 Months Later

" Your seat is D69, sir. " Smiled the flight attendant.
" Danke. " Gilbert smiled back, before heading to his seat.
He looked around, he didn't travel often, unless it was during the holidays. He took in the surroundings, first-class looked so high class and sophisticated. Normally, he would choose economy, but it was a long flight from Russia to Florida, so he preferred first-class.
He sighed softly to himself; he knew he had to behave in this stuck-up atmosphere.
But it would all be worth it, once he got to see Matthew. He'd already rented a unit in a apartment close to the company's main building and sorted everything out. He was going to live there, after all. Matthew knew he was coming, and he wondered whether Matthew was looking forward to his visit or not.

After Gilbert sat down at his seat, he fantasized Matthew smiling at him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Gilbert closed his eyes and smiled to himself, but yelped slightly after he realized just what he was doing. His face turned beet red, luckily no one could read his thoughts. Right now, he was really unsure of what he felt towards the Canadian. Whether they were friends, or whether he wanted to be so much more than that.
Gilbert picked up his phone and read the messages that his friends had spammed him with.

Antonio: Are you onboard now?
Francis: I wonder who you're sitting next to. Maybe it's a hot guy? Ohonhonhonhonhon~

Gilbert rolled his eyes.

Alfred: Yeah, I wonder who's sitting next to you. Is he French or American? Ohh, maybe a Canadian? Or a Spaniard?

Gilbert had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't actually notice who were the people sitting around him.
He glanced over to his right, there was a blonde haired frenchman wearing sunglasses. He seemed to be engrossed with the newspaper. He noticed a slight mustache on the man's face and the way he dressed. He dressed stylishly and slightly flashy, and something about him screamed " pervert ".
He looked over to his left, there were two strangers.
One of them was a brunette guy, he too was wearing sunglasses while reading a newspaper. Something was different, though. There was a black fedora on his head, and he dressed like how a Spanish would dress.
The other was a blonde and wore sunglasses too. Seriously, what was with everyone wearing sunglasses? Did posh people usually wear sunglasses? Was it a trend now? If so, Gilbert was strangely not catching on.
But other than that, the blonde dressed casually, like an American. He wore a jacket over his shirt, a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers to top it all off. However, he was reading a magazine, unlike the other two.
Wait... Gilbert's eyes widened.
American...
Spaniard...
French...
Wait wait wait...
Oh sweet maple syrup...
Just as Gilbert burst into a loud groan, the three took off their sunglasses and threw their newspapers and magazine to one side.
" Hola amigo! "
" Bonjour mon ami! "
" Duuuude, wassup! "
" Swiggity Swooty, we're coming for that booty! " The three broke out into a pose.
" Shut up! " Came a not-so-happy reply from some guy in front. But who cares, right?
Gilbert gaped.
" What are you three doing all the way here?! " Gilbert shrieked.
" Los siento for lying to you, Gilbert, but if we told you the truth, we knew you'd stop us immediately! "
" You see dude, we didn't want to leave you in Florida all by your lonesome, so we decided to tag along! We rented three units next to yours as well, Gilbert! Don't worry, we've found available jobs in Florida too! "
Gilbert gawked, but broke into a loud laugh.
" You guys are so insane it's awesome. "
" Group hug you guys! Ohonhonhonhon~ "
" Francis, stop grabbing my ass! "
" SHUT UP! "
" Geez, okay, okay! "

A/N
Hey guys :)
So who told France to stop grabbing their ass? I'll leave it up to you to guess, I'm not telling you! Hope you enjoy this chapter, and happy new year!