Canadian Coffee Mishaps and other Strange Happenings

The Plan

Some little NSFW. Not much at all. All three couples in this chapter. I wrote this after the other chapters because I was a little unsure. My next chapter should be out pretty soon! -Ollie
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"I still can't believe he did that! When I was there nonetheless!" Matthew ranted quietly, wiping some more ash off of his nose to finish off the paper towel roll. At least he was done then. Gilbert was pouting on the toilet seat as his nose was scrubbed dirt free.

"Birdie, it's not a very big deal.."

"Don't you "birdie" me! Alfred has always been so... Ugh! In my hair. Honey, does your face feel better?"

"Ja. Danke, chérie." Did Matthew ever bother to tell Gilbert that when he spoke German or French it was extremely appealing? No, he didn't. But it was entirely true.

"You're welcome, Gilly." Matthew walked to the sink, turning it on with a tap of the wrist to the top. The grumpy German who was on the toilet was trying to get his nerves up to walk up to Matthew. Finally, he wrapped his arms around his waist, snaking his hand "north." (If you know what I mean)

"Gilbert!" With wet hands still, he slapped his hand. He knew he was literally trying to get into his pants, and he wasn't sure what to think yet. Having his initial plan thwarted, he moved to Plan B. Soon enough, his shirt was off and a certain someone was currently sucking on the skin on Matthew's neck.

Not like he was complaining or anything.

"Mm Gilly.. What are you doing?"

"Birdie, your brother isn't going to wreck our night. Is it okay if I, you know, continue?" As much of a flirt as Gilbert was, he was very uneducated about sex. But asking for consent was always a good idea.

"I don't mind but.." Twisting out of the Prussians arms, he pinned him to the sink using his hips only. "There is no fucking way you're topping me."

"Wow. You're a dominant moose today, Mattie." Gilbert shot him a smirk, and he rolled his hips to tease him. With a groan, he pulled him into their room, with a night full of passion, lust, and love.
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Turning off the lamp on his night stand, Francis put his book down to turn over and hug Arthur's waist. But, for some reason he couldn't sleep.

"Hey, we should go to bed now. Are you not tired?"

Taking off his readers, Arthur sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"I don't know. I just can't sleep. I haven't been able to lately."

Francis raised an eyebrow and stroked his stubble like a beard.

"Is it because of Matthew and Gilbert?"

"It could be. I mean, I just... They're so good together. I don't want him to up and leave Matthew for something he can't help. He's always been so shy..." Arthur lay down and turned so he was looking right at him in the dark. He knew that there was something more, and he was going to pry it out of him.

"Mon amour... Matthieu is a big boy now.  He loves Gilbert.  I can see it in their eyes.  It's deep. It's like us.  Right?"

"Mhm..." he nodded,  yawning. Francis put a hand on his partners cheek, using his thumb to gently caress it.  Arthur's face was smooth unlike his with stubble. He looked perfect. God, he loved him.

"Night, Artie." He smiled and kissed his forehead, drifting off to sleep.
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"You're pretty, Natalya. Even without all that crap." Alfred gestured to her makeup wipe, laughing and rolling his eyes.

"Alfie, baby, I look like a toad." She smiled lightly, pinching her cheeks, blush free, in the bathroom mirror. Honestly, she had good self esteem. When no one could see her blackheads and small blemishes. On her pale skin things were bound to stick out.

"No, you don't. Come on, let's get to bed." All ready for bed in his Captain America T-shirt and American flag boxers, he jumped on the bed like a little kid before flopping in it. Natalya shook her pale hair and brushed it some before crawling into the sheets next to her fiancé and falling asleep
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This was just... Meh. I hope you guys liked it though!!