Gilbert's pov
I wake up the next morning in a warm soft bed, I open my eyes slowly not exactly remembering yesterday, once I open them fully and take in the room i was in, my clothes were neatly folded on a dresser and my suitcase was open in the middle of the floor. Everything comes flooding back to me, I met that little cute Canadian in the park and he was Francois little cousin and then he was like hey bro do you want to come and stay with me! Ok maybe that's not exactly what he said but it is close. I hop out of bed and walk into my private bathroom getting in the shower, finishing up quickly I dry off and get dressed. Opening my bedroom door I walk into the halls taking in all the details, mostly everything was in boxes and against the large walls, as soon as I get to the stairs a beautiful sent wafts by my nose, what is that?! Walking down the stairs I follow my nose and as soon as I almost get down to the first floor a small polar bear rips by me and knocks me over.
Mathews pov
As kumawhatit dashes into the kitchen like the demon is on his heels I hear a loud crash from the stairs, I flip the pancakes and go investigate, I walk around the corner to see non other than the infamous Gilbert lying right at the bottom of the stairs a look of processing on his face.
"Oh my goodness! Are you alright, kuma is quite rude I'm so sorry!"
I manage to say covering my mouth in shock.
"Ja I'm fine, just what happened?"
He responds not sitting up yet.
"Um I think kuma knocked you over when he was running to the kitchen."
I say crouching down beside him.
"Oh alright, well the only thing that hurts is my ego but yeah il be fine, all I want to know is what the hell that smell is?!"
He says excitedly.
"Oh it must be my pancakes."
I mutter sheepishly before shrugging and standing up, he sits up and tilts his head asking
"What are pancakes?"
I almost scream at him but that is practically impossible for me, so I just stare at him in disbelief for a few minutes.
"You- You've never had pancakes?!"
I through my hands up he recoils a bit in surprise.
"Um... no?"
I drags him into the kitchen and sit him down, putting a plate in front of him with some fluffy pieces of heaven on it.
"Try a piece."
I order, he obliges and cuts a small piece off stuffing it into his mouth and chewing it,
"I don't get what's so good about them."
He says nonchalantly not even knowing he just offended me immensely, I open the fridge and grab some maple syrup, not the crapy stuff the real home made liquid heaven.
"Put that on it."
I glare at him while handing it over, he just looks bit confused and drizzled a bit on, before he could put it down I hook my finger on the bottom of it and dump more on, he shrieks a looked at me in horror.
"What th-"
"Now try some."
I cross my arms and watch him cut off a piece that was dripping with syrup and he slowly put it in his mouth, as soon as it hid his tongue his face lit up.
Gilbert's pov
HOLY CRAP THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT pardon me, but oh mein gott that is good, I quickly shovel the rest into my mouth, I finish up and look at him and he was smirking, holy crap Matt the innocent little Canadian was smirking in victory.
"Can I have more?!?!"
I almost yell and he just laughs and puts more on my plate.
Sorry for the shortish chapter I'm majorly stuck on what to write, but I hope your enjoying so far, I would also appreciate if you read my other book as well but yeah
Cheers -Isabel
