Mein Vögelchen

Twelve

Happy Valentine's Day you little shits

"Mein bruder is inviting us over for dinner, birdie."
Matthew opened his eyes to see Gilbert lying at his side with his phone in his left hand. He was smiling softly and stroking Matthew's hair with steady movements.
"Oh?" Matthew hadn't met Ludwig Beilshmidt, but he knew a lot about him. He knew that the younger German brother was much more serious man and was at a much higher position than the older one.
"Ja. I forgot to introduce jou at zhe vedding."
"That's alright." Matthew smiled softly.
"Did jou vant breakfast?"
"Yeah!" The Canadian perked up at the idea of pancakes. "I can help you."
"Come on." Gilbert took his hand and helped him out of the bed.
The two made their way to the kitchen where Gilbert retrieved all the ingredients he would need.
"Here. Do jou vant to stir?"
"Yeah!"
Gilbert handed Matthew the spatula and the Canadian stirred like his little life depended on it.
It practically did.
Papa needs his pancakes.
"Not so fast, birdie!" Gilbert put his hand on Matthew's arm, stopping his nonsense.
"Why?"
"Just do it like zhis." Gilbert wrapped his arms around Matthew's waste. The blond had seen this in movies, but never knew it could feel this good.
Gilbert's head rested on his shoulder and his breath was warm against the Canadian's ear as he directed the process of stirring. He could feel something hard poke into his leg. Gilbert must have had something in his pocket.
"Are jou good now?" The German asked.
"I...uh...don't quite get it. Maybe you should show me more." Matthew stammered. What the hell was this? Was this flirting? Was he actually managing to flirt with another human being?
"I'll help jou as long as jou vant.~" the albino purred into his ear.
Matthew's hair stood on end, but not in the way it did when his superiors caught him doing something they deemed to be "unamerican."
"Good. Cuz I need a lot of help."
"Jou vanna know vhat vill help even more?"
"What?"
Gilbert flicked some batter out of the bowl and into Matthew's face.
"You bitch!"
"Kesesesese~!"
Matthew wiped the batter off his face before flinging a handful into Gilbert's. The shorter man gasped and dumped the entire bowl over Matthew's head.
"Look at all the unborn pancakes you aborted you baby killer!" Matthew screeched in anger.
"I vas saving zhem from being born into a vorld of hate!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Matthew yelled.
"Calm down. Let's get zhis cleaned up und ve can make anozher batch."
"Alright. Yeah." The blond nodded. "I needed to shower anyway."
"I'll just clean up here." Gilbert grabbed a dish cloth from the top drawer.
Matthew walked out of the room and made his way to the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor.
He sat on the edge of the bathtub while the water heated up, trying to paw out as much pancake batter as he could. It was thick and made his hair cake together in the grossest way possible.
But it sure was fun batter fighting with Gil.
Everything was fun with Gil, actually. What did all this mean? Did Matthew like Gil? Like, like like?
Matthew slipped into the tub, letting the water wash over him.
He felt so light lately, so alive.
But he knew this wouldn't last.
Not when he only had a week and a half to find the documents.

We're getting another dog and my mom won't let me use anime names (by that I mean "hard to pronounce") so I need a name for a black lab ASAP.
I have Sebastian, Hanatamago, Berlitz, Ren, Tetsu, and Pluto but I doubt any of them will be accepted.
Anime doesn't like dogs.
But same.
(Why couldn't she give me a cat)