Syrup & Beer

Chapter 4 - Fever

Matthew's POV

I sighed when I got out of the train. I didn't actually want to leave Gil's house, leave my friends, leave Gil, but of course I had to, Alfred wouldn't watch after Kuma for forever, especially when he had a lot to do in his politics right now.

The train station was near my house so it didn't take long to get home, I could even walk.
I opened the door and got into the kitchen, noticing a note from Al: 'Hey dude I just wanted to tell you that Kuma got very dirty when he played in your backyard and he scratched me when I tried to wash him so sorry for that, bro' was written there in his messy writing. He had drawn a small star behind his note.
Anyways I had to find Kumananiro.
My best guess was that he just slept in my bed but he wasn't there.
I found him in the pantry where he had been trying to get the maple syrup as he told me, but then the door had fallen shut.

I took him to the bathroom and washed my dirty buddy.
Shortly after that I heard a small 'pling' from my phone as I looked at it. It was a message from Gilbert, he had sent me photos we seemingly had taken when we had been drunk. One showed me talking to Denmark, another was Ludwig telling the kids to go upstairs, one was Gil drawing a penis on Magnus' forehead after he had passed out.
God we're so matur- WAIT-
Was that a picture of Gilbert kissing my cheek with Feli aaawwwing in the background (and Magnus' penis forehead in a corner)?
I blushed deeply and pressed my phone against my chest.

I awkwardly replied:

Me: Haha thanks for the pictures Gil

MySecretPooh: No problem Mattie uwu

Me: nice penis tattoo you gave Denmark by the way, ur a talented artist.

MySecretPooh: Yesyes, I've been blessed with my awesome art skills

Me: Lol Gil
Anyway I gotta go, see ya

MySecretPooh: bye Mattie

I lied, I didn't actually had to go, but this was kinda awkward and I didn't want to act weird.
Since I had a day off I decided to just read a bit, so I made myself some tea and got my book and sat down on my giant grey and extraordinarily comfortable smart chair.
I opened 'The Handmaid's Tale' at page 27 and don't ask me how often I've read this book by now please. I don't know either and yes I do know that I'm not the typical Margaret-Atwood-reader but that doesn't stop me, in the end she's Canadian and a good author, eh?

'He has a cigarette stuck in the corner of his mouth, which shows that he too has something to trade on the black market.
I know this man's name: Nick.'

I've always imagined Nick to be pretty hot but now I could only imagine him as Gilbert, for whatever reason. Not that this wasn't hot, it was extremely hot to imagine Prussia cleaning a car.
Maybe not fully dressed like Nick.
Wait did that mean I was Ofglen?
What a weird thought, I shouldn't think of me as her.
I noticed that I obviously couldn't concentrate and closed the book. I leaned back and took a sip of my tea.
The headache was gone by now but I just couldn't get that cute albino out of my stupid head!

I decided to do something completely different and rode with my bike into the town to print some of the pictures Gil had sent me.
I made two copies of the pictures I liked more and bought a few neutral frames as well to give one to him next time we met.
Next time we met.
That felt so far away, like ages and I didn't want to wait.