The Nightmares

Chapter 11: Birdie

Here's Chapter Eleven for you lot.

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After having a simple breakfast, the two decided to get ready for the day, though neither of them could think of what the point was since everyone did basically nothing all day.

"I'll take the bathroom to get changed, okay? You can use the bedroom, big guy." Alfred offered, knowing both of them liked their privacy. He locked the bathroom door behind him and speedily began stripping. Throwing his clean clothes on, he wandered back into the bedroom without knocking on the door.

He met the sight of a flustered Ivan yanking up his boxers, he had taken longer to get changed than Alfred had. Alfred's eyes shot up to Ivan's, who was looking at Alfred with wild eyes.

"Sorry!" Alfred yelped, slamming the door shut. Alfred dashed to the kitchen and hid his face with his hands. He groaned and sat down at the table, then put his head down on the surface and kicked the table leg in frustration. Ugh, he was such an idiot! Arthur would kill him had he known, not knocking before entering! Alfred made a little promise to himself to never tell Arthur he had done that.

Alfred waited for Ivan to get changed, but he couldn't get the thought of Ivan's bare ass out of his head. Once again cursing his teenage body, Alfred tried to suppress the thoughts out of his mind.

He wondered about what the others must have thought of he and Ivan's current friendship status, and his mind drifted to Matthew. Matthew certainly didn't look impressed when he was confiding in him yesterday before Russia had turned up to his room, Matthew was probably a little suspicious actually. Alfred couldn't really blame him though, he himself was still a little suspicious of Ivan.

Was the commie planning something? Alfred thought about it, and he felt that Russia wasn't, but he still had his doubts. What if Russia was going to kidnap him or something? Use him for total world domination? Alfred knew he was getting a little ahead of himself here, but his imagination was a little wild anyway. Alfred had no idea what the Russian was going to do, but he brushed it off to worry about it some other time, not truly believing that Ivan was going to do anything like that intentionally.

Matthew was probably quite worried about Alfred though, Matthew knew that he and Ivan hadn't been on the best of terms for the past few years, and Alfred hated to worry his brother. He wondered what his brother was doing at that moment.

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Matthew however, was having a completely different train of thought.

He was sat in the kitchen, finishing his breakfast of expertly-made pancakes when he heard the door connecting he and Gilbert's hotel room together opening.

"Little Birdie?" Gilbert's german accent flooded the main room so Matthew stood up and put his plate in the soapy sink.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Matthew cried out, and started to wash the pan he had used to cook the pancakes. He felt two arms snake round his waist and hot breath fanning on his neck.

"Birdie~" Matthew continued to wash the dishes.

"What do you want Gilbert?" Matthew questioned quietly, paying attention the greasy pan. He didn't expect Prussia's response.

"I want to hear that quiet voice turn into a scream of my name." Gilbert purred, pressing his obvious erection against Matthew's backside. Matthew turned a deep shade of red, feeling his body react to Gilbert's, but he kept his cool.

"Is that so?" Matthew asked. He brought his hands out of the sink and dried them whilst Gilbert growled into Matthew's ear, nibbled on it then dipped his hands into Matthew's trousers. Matthew moaned quietly, then removed his glasses and placed them on the side.