Canadian Coffee Mishaps and other Strange Happenings

Christmas Eve and the First Kiss

As the sun rose, the two snuggled in bed together didn't even know it was almost 9:10 because of their (thankfully) very dark curtains. They were exhausted from the previous night, and it was almost 10 when they got up. Well, out of the bed that is. They had woken up at about 9:30 but took some time to wake up. They smelt the coffee from downstairs, but were slightly too lazy to go get it. Besides, they were comfortable and in the warm sheets. More warmth pooled in too from their bodies together. When they had both woken up, they thought something happened the night before. Gilbert mainly; he was rambling on about protection and pregnancy signs as Matthew simple smiled and laughed at his antics early in the morning.

Sliding down the railing and with Matthew following behind while rubbing his tired violet eyes, they both came down in extremely stereotypical pyjamas. The Canadian wore a red shirt with "Canada" on it, with red flannel printed bottoms; moose frolicking among the backdrop. Gilbert was clad in an awesome tee, with the Lienenkugles beer brand on the front of his navy shirt. His pants just had more beer on them, obviously.

"Papa, set me up with some coffee please." Matt pushed up his glasses, and smiled as Gilbert's arms wrapped around his waist. He couldn't help but to yawn and rest his
head on his petite Canadians shoulder in a sleepy haze.

"Of course Matthieu. So, 'ow did you two sleep last night? Al and Nat aren't up yet," he poured the coffee into a mug, adding in some creamer and sugar Mattie liked. There was a tap on the Frenchman's wrist, as he looked up at Matthew. He just wanted to tie his hair up is all. Getting the message and handing him the ribbon-looking hair tie, Matt tied up his hair. When the couple had literally bumped into each other, his hair was tied up the same way.

"We slept good," he nuzzled Gilbert with his cheek and kissed his head in return. Francis handed a mug with a French saying on it to Matthew with his coffee. He knew he liked double cream, double sugar. Even though the time had fucked Gil and Matthew up, they got used to it. It was about 11:00 when the other terrible twosome woke up, with the Belarusian leading him down the hallway.

"Good mornin' fam," the American muttered while scratching his head and fixing his hair. His fiancé on the other hand woke up looking perfect. She had braided her hair and placed her favorite bow at the end of her hair design. She was always a knock-out beauty.

"Good morning Alfred. So, Francis is getting breakfast ready we should all get dressed. Today we should go out and see the sights of London with all the lights and the Christmas tree in the square not far from here. Does that sound nice to everyone?"

"Duh!" Matthew wasted no breath in answering. He used to go down to the square and feed pigeons while Alfred would chase them around. One time he even was balancing on the edge of the square's fountain and fell in. It was winter, so since "the hero" thought he was drowning he jumped in to "save" him.

Almost running smack into Alfred on the way to the bathroom, he managed to slip inside and put his clothes and other personal hygiene items on the counter before Alfred rudely closed the door.

"Al, get out. I'm not sharing the same fucking bathroom with you. Leave."

"Mattie, listen to me. I don't like Gil."

"Noted," he said coolly. With all the bickering last night, he did want to deal with the complaining about his significant other at the time. Matthew reached for the door to open it and shove his nosey twin brother out of the room so he could shower.

"He's just... Not right for you. I mean it. You barely know him. You've only been together for how long?"

"Three months dumbass. That's plenty long. I even know a lot of his family. I've met his brother and his brothers boyfriend as well so don't go there with me."