(A/N): I think we all know what I'm supposed to say here c;
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(Really small recap): "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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Matthew's POV:
For Matthew, being shocked would be the understatement of the century. Matthew quickly set down the container he was holding and grabbed the Albino's cheeks, as though he were a small child.
"What did you just say?" Matthew asked warningly.
"Uh... I asked what a pancake was?" Gilbert replied, not knowing the true density of what he had just said.
"What!?" Matthew gasped. "Francis never introduced you to the wonderful world of pancakes?"
"Er.. no," Gilbert tried to pull away from Matthew's grasp, but failed miserably.
"Where's Francis?" Matthew asked calmly, trying not to lose his cool.
"In the kitchen...," Gilbert stated.
"Take me."
"W-What?!" Gilbert gasped, his face turning a dark crimson.
"To the kitchen, you goof."
"O-Oh... well, that would require you letting go of my face."
"Right... sorry," Matthew let go of his face, and picked up his container, offering a smile. Gilbert graciously accepted the offer and guided the Canadian to his kitchen. When they had reached their destination, they were met by the Frenchman Matthew was in search of.
"Ah, Mathieu, I thought I heard yo--"
"Pancakes," Matthew stated blankly.
"Hm? What are you talking about mon petit?" Francis raised an eyebrow at the younger male.
"You never introduced them to pancakes! Do you know how wrong that is?" The Canadian lectured. Francis grasped his "sons" shoulders, trying to gain eye contact with him.
"It's never too late, non? And by the looks of it, you have some with you for the occasion," Francis pointed to the container in Matthew's hands.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right!" Matthew replied, lightening up instantly at the thought.
'I can't believe I finally have the chance to show off my pancakes! Not to mention they're their first pancakes /ever/!"
'Well, then I suppose they're going to be thoroughly disappointed, huh fuck up?'
Matthew frowned. 'Was it really necessary to call me that? The remark was insulting enough.'
'You say that as though you never swear.'
'Whatever, they'll like them, you just wait!'
'Aw, you sound so excited, how cute. But it'll be much cuter when they hate them and your heart gets ripped in half, now THAT would be adorable, don't you think?'
Matthew decided to ignore the negative remarks coming from the voice, even though they kept coming and coming with no avail.
"Hello? Matthew?" Francis waved a hand upfront of the Canadians face.
"Huh?" Matthew blinked.
"You zoned out there for a moment," Gilbert chuckled. "So, ready to introduce me to the wonderful world of pancakes and sexual tensions?"
"O-of what?" Matthew stuttered, and Francis glared at the albino.
"I said, 'ready to introduce me to the wonderful world of pancakes?'... heh heh," replied Gilbert, rubbing the back of his neck.
"O-Oh, well, pardon my language but..." Matthew cleared his throat. "hell yeah I am!" This made both Gilbert and Francis laugh into hysterics, Gilbert almost falling out of the chair that he had sat in moments before. "W-What, didn't think I had it in me, eh?" Matthew gave off a nervous laugh. After the two had finally calmed down, Francis went to retrieve plates for the "Canadian delicacies".
"Ready for the best darn thing you've ever eaten?" Matthew challenged.
"I'm ready for anything, shortie!" Gilbert cackled at his joke, even though Matthew was only four inches shorter that him. Before Matthew could give a reply, Francis had returned with the plates he had left for, and placed one upfront of each of them.
"I have a feeling we're missing something..." Francis muttered.
"I have syrup right here," Matthew pulled out the bottle of mapley goodness he always kept in his back pocket.
"Why do you have that, exactly?" Gilbert questioned.
"Because I'm Canadian," replied the wild Matthew.
"No no, not that," Francis butted in.
"Well," Gilbert began. "if you forgot it, it must not have been important in the first place."
~Meanwhile~
"You guys?" Antonio called out. The spaniard had fallen asleep while singing to his tomato plants in his in-door orchard, and had remained there ever since. "This isn't funny!" Antonio ran to where the other members of his trio were SUPPOSED to be.
"Guys?" He called out one last time, before giving up, and falling to the ground, defeated.
~Back to the Pancakes~
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Francis said, placing a pancake onto his plate. When everyone had a pancake, all eyes were on Gilbert.
"Go on," Matthew urged. "Try it."
Gilbert hesitated, before finally working up the courage to take a bite. After a few seconds, Gilbert swallowed [(A/N): huehuehue], his face expressionless.
"Well....?" Matthew looked into Gilbert's eyes. "You hate it, don't you?" Gilbert immediately placed his hands on the Canadians shoulders, and began shaking him frantically.
"That. Was. AWESOME!"
And so the rest of the day was spent with Gilbert eating pancakes, Matthew wondering how he could manage to eat over thirty each sitting, and Francis marveling at the pair.
'Careful, Gilbert," Francis thought to himself. 'That's my son you're falling for.'
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(A/N): Quick question: should I make Toni shorts (with Spamano, of course *wink wink*)
Author out! *evaporates*
