(A/N): shhhhhh
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Gilbert's POV:
A week passed when Matthew decided it was time to return to his home.
"Mattie no!" Gilbert tackled the other male, forcing him to the ground.
"Gil, let go," Matthew pleaded, trying to pry off his companion. "you're making this harder than it has to be."
"But we're supposed to be best friends forever!" The albino screeched. "WE MADE A PACT DAMNIT! I TRUS-!"
"GIL!" he interrupted. "What are you TALKING about?"
"I'm just gonna miss you...."
"Gil... I literally live thirty feet away from you," he sighed, patting the taller male's head.
"That's like..." he pulled put his phone, opening his calculator and rapidly tapped his screen. "360 inches! And I-don't-fucking-care-but-I'm-assuming-it's-a-lot centimeters!" He wailed, latching on to the Canadians shoulders.
"You're welcome to visit any time," he offered. "you big baby."
"Am I a sexy baby?" Gilbert inquired, causing Matthew to release a loud sigh.
"Later, nerd," and with that, the Canadian was gone.
Leaving Gilbert alone to sort out some pretty deep shit.
"Why was I so sad to see the little loser go? It's not like we've known each other very long," Gilbert pondered, walking back into his big-ass house. "what the awesome fuck is going on?" But these thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of a very nice (not Gilbert's exact words, but moving on) Frenchman.
"Gilbert's in love with Mat-tie~" he cooed, making Gilbert punch said very nice Frenchman in his very nice jaw.
"Well, someone's rather butthurt," Francis commented, rubbing his jaw soothingly. "now my stubble has brain damage..."
"To hell with you and your stupid stubble," the Albino replied, glaring at his very nice friend. This struck odd to the Frenchman, since virtually everyone agreed that his stubble was- as the Tumblr. teens would say- "sexy af".
"Are you alright, mon ami?" The Frenchman inquired, putting a hand on his friend's tricep.
"I'm just... dealing with some emotional shit right now," he admitted, shaking the Frenchman off of his arm. Francis nodded, crossing his arms across his chest.
"So... would you rather talk about it," he held his left arm up, putting his hand in a table-like position. "or watch Mean Girls?" he followed the same procedure with his right arm/hand.
"Screw facing your problems," the Prussian replied, excitement in his eyes. "but let's not watch Mean Girls this time, that's for cheering you up."
"Well then what do you suggest?" Francis challenged, putting his arms back into a crossed position and tilting his body so his hip swayed sassily.
"Rio," he stated bluntly, his expression unwavering. Francis sighed, muttering something about how "his happy ass is lucky we have that movie."
~Time skip brought to you by fridge porn~
By the end of the movie, Francis had fallen asleep, contrary to Gilbert, who was still wide awake. For some reason, the Albino couldn't seem to drift into an unconscious state, which annoying the living hell out of him. He glared at Francis' sleeping form, wishing that he, too, could be in dream land, full of nakie porn and birds.
Okay, maybe not nakie porn but you get the idea.
Eventually, Gilbert gave up, trying to find comfort in the ceiling above him. This is, ppf course, when he remembered the little Canadian next doors offer. This brought a devious smirk to the Prussians face as he slowly got up, creeping to the door. He looked back at Francis to make sure he was asleep before exiting, rushing over the trivial thirty feet of space. Once he had reached the door, he jiggled the oh-so-sexy knob, only to find it had been locked. Finding no other option, he broke and window and entered the Canadians home, somewhat uninvited. Gilbert attempted to remember the way to the livingroom, only to fail miserably. The Prussian opened doors lazily, hoping to find a guest bedroom of some sort.
That's when he found it.
Matthew's bedroom.
Gilbert saw the Canadian sleeping in a large bed, looking lonely in so much space. Without thinking, the albino crept over to the bed, crawling in slowly. Once in, he slithered over to Matthew, and whispered, "Night Mattie."
And with that, he was out.
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(A/N): I'm a dickasaurous-rex, and I apologize.
Also, I don't own Mean Girls or Rio or all that fancy ass shit.
Until next time~
P.S., No windows were hurt in the making of this chapter.
