(A/N): I don't own Hetalia, but I do own a radish farm *hands radish* enjoy~
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Gilbert's POV:
Gilbert woke up the next day to the inexplicable feeling of warmth surrounding his body. Slowly, his memories of the previous night began to flood in, leaving him as crimson as his little albino face could be.
'Hey there, teddy bear~'
'Wow, such a poet.'
'Such a bitter little potato!'
'What do you want, gay thoughts?'
'Believe it or not, I'm here to compliment you.'
'Um, excuse me?'
'I never thought you'd be able to get him in bed this soon, I gotta say, I'm impressed!'
'Quit making it sound like we frick fracked!'
'That wasn't my intention, although, that would have been yaoi-licious!'
Gilbert groaned inwardly, deciding to ignore the ever-so-annoying voice. The albino remained there for who knows how long, until he noticed the figure in his arms had began to stir. This followed a gasp from said figure, and the unravelling of its arms from Gilbert's frame- much to Gilbert's dismay.
Gilbert quickly shut his eye's, more or less hoping the smaller male would think that he was asleep.
Matthew looked up at the other male, taking notice to the redness covering his face.
"Gil.... wake up..." the Canadians voice was tired and raspy. "I think you're sick too... your face is red," Matthew unwrapped one of his arms, only to poke Gilbert's cheek.
"Five more minutes..." he whined, loosening his grip on the other male. Matthew shook his head, before untangling himself from Gilbert's arms.
"How'd we end up like that, eh?" He asked the other as he got out of the bed. This gave Gilbert the chance to notice Matthew's attire, which was a pair of purple sweatpants, and a white shirt that read "Ohonhonhonhoney, I'm fabulous~" in blue lettering (both of which were obviously not owned by the Canadian, for they looked two sizes too big for his small frame).
"Not that I'm complaining, of course. You're pretty warm," the Canadian continued, interrupting the Albinos thoughts.
"I'll take that as a complement, thank you," Gilbert smirked, following the other male out of the room.
When reaching the living room, they were met with an enraged Alfred, a sexy Francis, and an Arthur that appeared bored out of his mind.
"Glad you decided to join us, we're having such a great time, it would have been a shame if you were to miss out," grumbled the brit, who had his face stuffed in a book. Not literally, of course, that would have been both painful on the brit's part and disturbing on the other's.
"Er... is this a bad time?" Gilbert asked, slowly beginning to backtrack down the hallway.
"Oh, no no," replied the American. "Come, sit." Both of the males followed instructions and sat, but on opposite sides of the room. While Matthew made the choice of sitting by his brother, Gilbert had made the wise decision of sitting by Francis, who had been staring sexily out the window, the redest of all wines in hand.
"Well... good morning?" Matthew managed to choke out, trying oh- so hard to break the tension in the room.
"Mathieu, you're still so sick," cooed the Frenchman. "Why don't you go back to bed? I'm sure any conversation we'll have won't be worth your well being." Gilbert's heart- for reasons unknown to Prussian kind and all things awesome- sunk at this, the sudden feeling if loneliness wrapping around him, like the arms of a beast that in which lurked the depths of...... somewhere cold. (Nailed it)
"I'll go back to bed in a little while papa," Matthew assured. "but I doubt a few minutes would kill me, plus I enjoy the company," he smiled, before leaning back on the seat he was positioned in. Francis didn't protest any further, but he did shoot Gilbert a glare- but a sexy one, mind you.
"Alright, then let's get started," Arthur finally intervened. "Alfred, I believe you had a topic to discuss, if I remember correctly."
"Yeah! That's right!" Alfred burst out of his seat, jumping onto the ever-so-conveniently placed coffee table (you're welcome, assholes), and began pointing accusingly at the albino we all know and some love, "Stay away from my brother's butt, jerk!" Matthew began to choke on nothing, while Gilbert's face began to turn fifty shades of red.
"So much for being civil...." muttered the brit, venturing out of the living room, in hopes of finding tea.
"Wh-What kind of proclamation is that?!" The Canadian gasped.
"It's MY proclamation!" Alfred replied.
"I'll do what I want with any butt I want," Gilbert shot at the American. "got a problem? Take it up with my.... foot, yeah, foot."
"Gil!" Matthew cried, his face now darker than the Albinos. "Stop that!"
Gilbert obeyed like the obedient little bitch he is, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Fine, be that way," he muttered.
"Now, Alfred," Matthew turned to his brother. "Why would you say something like that?"
"Because I caught you two cuddling it up!" Alfred gave Gilbert a look of disgust. "And to think I thought you were COOL!"
"Bitch please," Gilbert slipped on a pair of shades that he had hidden in where the fuck ever and tilted his head back slightly. "I'm awesome."
Matthew couldn't help but chuckle, which only lead to him receiving a rather nasty glare from his elder brother. For a while, the room remained silent, until Alfred decided to ruin the peaceful serenity.
"Hey Matthew, I think you should go to bed," he turned to Francis. "will you make sure he gets there? Knowing him, he'll probably hide in the hallway," Matthew scowled at his brother, but he knew that that was exactly what he had been planning to do.
"Oui, no problem," Francis smiled, walking over to the Canadian. "shall we?"
"Do I have to?" Matthew whined, only receiving a nod in reply from the elder.
When the two had left, Gilbert was stuck in a room, alone, with the infamous Alfred.
Shit.
"So...," Gilbert tried, only to be interrupted by the other.
"How do you feel about my brother?" He asked simply.
"I... I don't know," he admitted.
"How can you not know?! Are you a dumbass or something?"
"Well that wasn't very nice," the Albino retorted.
"Answer the question.
"I just don't know!"
"Well you better figure it out," Alfredd stood up, beginning to approach the other. "before my brother grows too attached, because I will bite you," now standing directly upfront of the albino, he leaned down, his face inches away from Gilbert's. "so. Hard."
"Alfred!" called a familiar British accented voice. "Francis said he'll make you burgers!" the disgust in the brits voice was so thick you could practically feel it.
"FUCK YEAH!" Alfred screeched, his voice sounding like an adolescent little bab. Immediately, Alfred went fron protective older brother, back to the hyperactive man-child we all know and love. The American took a mad dash to the kitchen, leaving Gilbert to his thoughts.
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(A/N): I don't even knowwwww anymooooooore
