(A/N): Still don't own Hetalia lmao
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Matthew's POV:
After a few hours of small talk, the trio decided it was time for them to go.
"It was nice catching up, Mathieu," Francis cooed, grabbing his "sons" hands.
"Oui, it's been too long," Matthew replied, giving his father-figure a genuine smile, before Turing to the others. "and it was nice to meet the two of you."
"Same," Gilbert replied lamely. In fact, Gilbert hadn't said much the entire visit, which worried the Frenchman.
Antonio elbowed Gilbert in the side before looking at their host, "Ah, please excuse Gilbert's rudeness," he gave an apologetic smile. "it was a pleasure meeting you." And after that, the trio left, leaving Matthew to his thoughts.
'Ha! I told you they would show up!' Matthew thought to himself, walking into his kitchen.
'Yes, I suppose you're right,' grumbled the ever-so-pleasant voice. 'this time,' he added tauntingly.
'Oh quiet, it actually went well,' Matthew replied defensively.
'Yeah, mostly.'
'And just what are you implying?'
'Oh, you didn't notice?' Sneered the voice. 'Typical, I should have known, you're almost as dense as your idiotic brother!'
'You leave Alfred out of this!' Matthew snapped.
''Tis merely the truth,' the voice remarked. 'Now, do you want me to tell you how much of a fuck up you are or....?'
Matthew sighed internally. 'Sure, why not?'
'I think it's obvious that a certain member of the trio doesn't necessarily like you,' the voice explained. 'To be quite frank, I'd go as far as to say he hates you, not that I blame him but-'
'What the hell are you going on about?'
'It's rude to interrupt, peasant,' scolded the voice. 'and I think you know /exactly/ who I'm talking about, oui?'
It was true, Gilbert didn't seem to want to talk to him, but he figured he was just uncomfortable, not knowing him and all. Matthew wouldn't have thought as to go as far as hatred...
But it makes sense, doesn't it?
Matthew went over to a window that was conveniently placed where Matthew could see the house of the trio.
'Do... do you really think he hates me?'
'I don't think, I know," replied the voice.
Matthew soon came to a realization, 'Wait, why should I trust you?'
'Because without me, you'd be nothing."
'That doesn't necessarily answer my question.... but nevertheless, I won't believe it until I see it!' Matthew walked into the kitchen, grabbing ingredients with enthusiasm.
'What exactly are you doing?' The voice questioned.
"I'm making pancakes!" Matthew replied aloud.
And so, he went to work, because the best way to get to know someone is through their stomach.
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Gilbert's POV:
Well, calling Francis mad would be an understatement at the moment.
"Explain yourself!" Francis shouted as soon as the trio had returned home.
"Excuse me?" Gilbert questioned, tilting his head slightly.
"Tell me this," Francis grabbed the albino's shoulders. "what exactly inspired you to act so rudely towards Mathieu?"
"Si, you weren't your usual self, Gil," Antonio piped in.
"I was too!" Gilbert insisted.
"You're being defensive," Francis circled the albino. "and I don't like it."
"Si, now tell me," Antonio approached his friend. "Wereyou trying to act tough? Was it to impress the little Canadian?" Antonio challenged, only to receive a blush from the albino.
"Good eye, Toni!" Francis praised. "I didn't think of that!"
"Shut up," Gilbert hissed.
"Non, listen here," Francis faced Gilbert. "What are your intentions with him son?"
"Jeez, calm down Frenchie!" Gilbert chuckled. "I don't have any less-than-decent intentions with your precious baby, I just find him...." he hesitated.
"You find him....?" Antonio questioned, doing a "go on" motion with his hand.
"I guess you could say that I think he's-" the albino was interrupted by the knocking of a door.
"Coming!" He called quickly, rushing to the door.
'That was close....' Gilbert thought to himself as he opened the door, only to find the topic of their current conversation, not only staring at him, but holding a suspicious container as well.
"Hey, Gil..." Matthew greeted shyly.
""Gil"?" teased the albino, stepping closer to the Canadian.
"Oh hush," Matthew held out the container in question. "I brought pancakes!"
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at this, "That's great and all, but.... what's a pancake?"
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(A/N): Frantically updating, Idk why....
And I'm out! *walks out through door because exploding is painful*
