Matthew's POV:
The Canadian awoke the next day to an odd feeling of warmth, which didn't seem to strike him odd at first.
At first.
Slowly, he opened his eye's, only to see a strong pair of arms wrapped around his chest, which freaked him the fuck out. Carefully, he turned his head to see who the strange figure was, only to sigh with relief as he saw his "captors" face.
"Gil?" He whispered, wriggling a hand from the albinos grip and poking his cheek.
"Hnnngh," Gilbert replied, rotating his body so he was laying on his back, flipping Matthew along with him, and putting them in a very... compromising position.
"G-Gil!" He yelped, trying to wriggle from his companions grip.
"Shut up west, just give me like five more minutes..." the Prussian grumbled in his sleepy-daze.
When Matthew saw no other option, he began to creep closer to the albinos ear. Once he reached said target, he leaned close and whispered, "Harder Gil, harder~"
That's what did it. The albino shot up, flinging Matthew to the floor next to the bed, panting lightly. "Wh-What the hell man?!" Gilbert gasped, glaring at the lump of Canadian on the floor, who had become a laughing mess.
Once regaining composure Matthew wiped a tear from his eye before answering with,"You wouldn't let me go, jerk." He offered a smile, hoping to receive one in return, and since he's a good boy, that's exactly what he got.
"Maybe next time try something a little less... sexual, okay?" Matthew nodded in agreement, standing up slowly.
"Well, want me to make pancakes?" The Canadian offered, leaving the room. Gilbert nodded vigorously, darting after the Canadian.
As Matthew turned on the stove, he decided to ask Gilbert something that had Ben bothering him.
"Gil?"
"Hey Mattie?" The albino replied, sitting at the counter.
"What happened to the puppy?" He inquired, pulling out a pan.
"Oh, we found its owner and returned it," he replied. "duh."
"Oh..." he looked down at the pan with a frown, placing it on to the stove.
"Well, speaking of dogs," the Albino smirked. "Where's your brother?"
"He left a few days ago, Gil," he chuckled. "are you really that unobservant?"
Gilbert tilted his head slightly, "Well it wasn't exactly obvious," he retorted.
"Well, the writer didn't think it through," was all the albino got in response as the Canadian began to prepare the pancake.... stuff. Gilbert just shook his head, observing Matthew's work from afar.
Once the pancakes were ready, Matthew put them on a plate and sat them on the counter, pulling up a chair and sitting on the opposite side as Gil, winking teasingly. The albino looked at the Canadian expectantly, looking for the sticky goodness you woould recognize as maple syrup, which was, quite frankly, no where in sight.
"Whoops, I must have left it at home," the Canadian teased, getting up and walking to the fridge, pulling out the liquidy goodness known as lu- syrup!
"That doesn't make any sense, this is your house," the Prussian grumbled, taking the syrup from his companions hand and drenching the pancakes in it.
"Yeah... about that," the Canadian tapped his fingers on the counter. "how'd you get in here anyways?"
"About that...." Gilbert set the bottle down, looking up at Matthew guiltily. "you might want to consider getting a home-security system." Gilbert pointed to the window he had broken the night before, wondering how the Canadian hadn't seem it in the first place. What came next shocked the Prussian, to say the least. The Canadian hopped put of his chair, walking over to the broken glass, which was scattered beautifully across the tiled floor. He knelt down, picked up a shard and.....
Laughed.
Matthew fell to the ground, somehow not falling on to the mess of shards on the floor, and went into hysterics. Gilbert rushed over to him, sitting him up slowly.
Have you ever heard that laughter is contagious? Well I this instance, it was. Gilbert chuckled at his friends antics, which turned into laughter, which turned into the two laughing their hearts out, curled into balls on the floor.
God, Gilbert's such a dumb ass.
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(A/N): I don't know how to end things
Also, starting a new fanfic! It'll be PruCan, obviously (but there'll be similar stories in the same au, but I'm not starting any until this one is finished). I'll be releasing it once this one is completed (or maybe before, I'll let you nerds know c; )
Author out ♡
P.S.: HRE wore hats, so hats are fucking bad ass, and I won't be told otherwise.
