Post by Matthew Williams on Sept 5, 2011 1:06:04 GMT -5
Descripition: A plan, made from the Bad touch trio, can never turn out good. Especially if your going to aim it towards the most innocent person they know: Canada. Plan A. fails with a stupid act from France, but does this stop the ex and quiet nation from bonding?
Pairing: PruCan
Rating: T
Okay! I did this at 4AM, no joke, with no sleep. Please forgive me. Its not really OOC, but still. I don't like it myself, but I was requested a PruCan letter from 'Eh, who sent this Letter?' Ya'll should check that out, if you have the chance.
I don't want to check over every spelling error right now. I'll do that later, but for now, please enjoy and review~
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"Shit, do you really think it will work?"
"Si, just don't screw up this time"
"Give it your all! I know it will work! I was the one who came up with it, honhonhon."
"Well what if it screws up on the awesome me and things go chaotic? We need a plan B-"
'Knock Knock!'
"Fuck! What was that? !"
"He's probably here. Go greet hi-"
"WHAT DO I DO! ? YOU GUYS HAVE TO G-"
"Prussia?" A light, faint voice called down the winding stairwell to the German's basement.
"Gilbert, I can't believe you couldn't get your lazy ass up to get the door, Mein Gott!" Ludwig's overpowering voice made Canada shudder a bit. "Where are you?"
Three dark figures scurried off like scared mice into dark corners of the room, as Prussia emerged from the dimly lit basement, scratching the back of his head, thinking over the plan the trio had made. His hair shown like a diamond in light as he scooted towards the lit stairwell, a baggy tee shirt hanging from his shoulders and swaying as he walked with skin-tight ash jeans that sagged at the ass, showing off some of his yellow, Gilbird boxers.
"Yo, Mattie...Hey, you nervous? Come in, dude." He motioned the Canadian into the large basement as Giblert turned to flick a light on, revealing a wooden floor holding, what seemed to be an 80 inch T.V., a curved, green L couch swirved around it. In the center of the piece was a coffee table. In the back was a bar with wine bottles rung onto the walls, and the walls were filled with various posters of bands, shows, and video games.
"Eh, a-alright." Prussia shot him a quick glimpse, before quickly turning back to see if he was dreaming or not, because this guy was A-DOR-A-BLE! He has tossled, soft golden hair that waved perfectly, framing his face, a curl topping it off that hung over his lush purple eyes. He twittled his thumbs and walked towards Gilbert awkwardly. He wore a red, baggy hoodie and formal black pants.
"So wadya' wanna do? Play a video game?" Canada flipped his head up to glance at the Prussian man who was walking towards a shelf, lined with various games.
"What games do you have, eh?" Canada shifted his way to him, looking at the many titles and systems.
"We can go old-school with atari n' shit or I can beat your ass in Black ops."
"Y-You play black ops?" Canada's eyes widened, making Gilbert grin. Whenever Canada wasnt invited to meetings or just not seen, he would usually leave and play black ops.
"Well no duh. Controllers are on the couch."
Matthew gave a slight nod before plopping down on the indented-couch, still somewhat awkward and tried to not be a bother. He kept his hands in his lap and eyed the Prussian man
Prussia immediatly afterwards flopped next to the Canadian with an 'Oof' and crossed his legs carelessly on the coffee table infront of him.
Once they begun playing, Canada loosened up and leaned in towards the T.V. This is the time to be totally afraid of Canada beating your ass. That and Hockey. Then, you should be on the floor, bleeding and pissing yourself, but yet, I digress.
But Canada stayed silent, only to brighten at his 10 kill-streak.
"Hah! I got the attack dogs on your ass! Keseseses!-Wait...YOU TOOK MY DAMN CARE PACKAGE? UNCOOL!"
"That was my care package."
Prussia scruntched his face, red eyes focused. Mattie took a moment to just-so-slightly turn to see his apponent. He actually was pretty cute. He had red eyes that he didn't notice on an earlier note that stood out on his ghostly skin, his hair scruffled, but more of in a "I-just-had-sex" look. He then blinked, flipping his head around with the words "REPLAY, Press 'Square' to continue."
"Hah! 10 kill-streak my ass!"
Canada made a small, childish face. "Oh hell no." He pronounced somewhat louder than usual.
Gilbert's eyes widened as he slowly turned to a dead-serious look, a devious smirk pressed onto his pale face. Had he unlocked some sort of BEAST within him? Whatever it was, they both knew it was going to be a fun hour or two.
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"Francis, how are we suppost to get out of here now?" The spaniard and the Frenchman were scrunched into a corner, behind the couch, trying not to make noise and stay unseen. Their whispers only reaching their ears.
"I don't know, but in the meantime, maybe we can make the mood?"
"...What are you talking about?"
"Look, I've known Gill forever. I know what to do, and how we can do it. Now follow me, and this way, we can get the hell out of here."
"What is 'This way'?"
"JUST FOLLOW ME!" Francis's whisper became rhaspy, both of the two on the couch switching their attention to whatever the noise was.
Spain swiftly grabbed France's chest with a swing of the arm, the other holding his mouth shut as he pushed the loudmouth to the couch. Once they heared the game unpause, Spain pinched France, who, in return, gave out a tiny squeak.
"Sometimes, I wonder if your a guy afteral-" France had 'suned' him almost automatically with those words, Spain sheilding his eyes and biting his lips.
"J-Just do whatever you were gonna do! They could stop playing at anytime!" Antonio motioned him to turn around, and the two crawled silently to what seemed to be a closet.
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"I guess I beat you again." Mattie's soft voice had greeted his next words as he simply smiled at Gilbert, who was furious.
"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU BEAT ME 14/27! ? I PRACTICE ALL THE DAMN TIME! COME ON, I'M AWESOME! YOU CANT BE-"
Psheeww...
A squeak slipped from Mattie's throat and all the sound around them, including the game and Gilbert, shut off. The lights flickered brightly and blackened. The television making a 'Pshew' sound.
This could only mean one thing:
Blackout.
"Ugh...Great-WEST! GO FIX THE ELECTRICITY!" Gilbert called out lazily, unknowing of one thing:
Canada was afraid of the dark.
"Hnn...nnn...nnn..." Were all the words Mattie could make out through his hands he buried his face in and his crouched body he tucked his head into.
"Yo, you okay?" Prussia blinked in the blackness, reaching out a hand to what he thought was Mattie's shoulder, but quickly retreating, realizing he was trembling. He could only hear the faintness of his quickened breath, his own slowing down, thinking of what to do.
"...Are you scared of the dark?"
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"Success!" Francis removed his hand from a large red lever set to 'OFF'.
"No, you DUMBASS! Number one, it shut off the power in the whole house, and Two, Matthew is scared of the dark! Did you really think turning the power off would accomplish anything?"
"Whatever. Lets go. Its either now or never, so lets just go tell Germany, because this lever won't budge."
"Maybe we shouldn't. He'd get pissed, and maybe Prussia will comfort him? If you know what I mean? So I say lets just go see Germany and not mention it was our faults."
"...Deal." The two silently got up and made their way to the stairwell, arms out, so they wouldn't crash.
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We all know America is scared of two things: The dark. And ghosts. When one was already haunting his brother, the other just so happen to appear.
'Crrreeaaakkk!'
"Shh!" Antonio yanked Francis's arm, warning him of the noise the two were making.
"M-MAPLE!" Matthew yelped, trying to stay quiet and content, it failing terribly.
The next thing done had made their two hearts suddenly flutter, and a new liking born.
Gilbert felt for the Canadian's chilled, shaking hands and he yanked him out of his kneeling state and into an embrace. Gilly felt like an asshole for not doing anything to help Mattie, but he now felt something else. Something towards Mattie that made his stomach tie up in bunches.
Mattie felt it too. The touch, no, corress of this new warmth coming from the Prussian sent chills down his spine, and his heart clentched.
Gilbert's voice had changed reasoniably, more to Matthew's comfort, as it lost the rhasp, doush-baggy sound it did before.
"I'm going to go get a flashlight. Stay here, alright?"
"D-Don't leave me here alone..." Mattie squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he would probably have to be alone one again. He would have to face this fear by himsel-
"...Fine, just don't bump into anything, and stay close, alright?" Gilbert smiled, knowing he couldn't see. It would be unawesome if he did see him in a goofy-looking state like that.
He slid his hand off the soft cotten of the other mans hoodie and felt for his hand. Once in a soft grip, he wound his way around the familiars oh his house, making his way to a drawer of which he lead Mattie to, flipping it open and turning on a flashlight. He pointed it to the bright, purple orbs that immediately shrunk from the light and Canada shielded his eyes.
"Sorry, Mattie." Gilbert twisted his wrist and pointed it to the ceiling, revealing both of their faces in a shadowy manner. Mattie let out a small sigh of relief that both of his fears vanished.
"Should we get your brother?"
"Nah, He'll find his way. Anyways, we have a chance to talk now that your not kicking my ass-." Prussia swallowed hard at the gentle look on the others face. The way his purple eyes contrasted with his golden waves, peach lips curled into a sweet smile, showing brightly on the fluroesent downward light and pale skin, it was all perfect and utterly adorable, and he listened intently to what the other man was saying. It made a crimson dust upon his pale cheeks.
Gilbert, noticing that Mattie was staring back, his self-esteem simmering. He had always been made fun of as a child, and even now for the 'demon eyes' he had aquired, his white hair making him look old, and his ghostly skin topping it off. To put it simply, he looked like a freak. He begun to thread his eyebrows, swiftly turning back to the couch, not wanting to show his face. Gilbert bit his lip, and in the darkness, Canada cocked his head and frowned at whatever was wrong with him. His grip on Matthew's hand became sweaty, and he became curious about the man that his crush was blooming on.
Gilbert tripped over the couch and landed face first, while Canada bumbed into his leg, but the both manage to settle down, flashlight kept in between their crossed-legs. The only thing was Gilbert, not keeping eye-contact with the Canadian, but since they had about 2 hours of gaming together, Mattie could probably tell him, because he could assume what was wrong with the German.
"Gilbert?" Called a sweet voice into the dark.
"What?" Gilbert did not move or flinch.
Matthew leaned in, reaching a hand out to his jawbone (Which he could see) and ever so lightly turned it towards him. An immediate blush drained his face, but Gilbert didn't try to move.
"Your starting to scare me. What are you looking off at?"
"N-Nothing!" Gilbert tried to jerk his hand away from the soft fingertips barely brushing agenst his chattering jaw, but Mattie stiffend his hand for a split second, having him unable to turn.
"Your eyes...Is that it?"
"Because I think they are very pretty, eh!" Mattie moved his hand a bit upwards towards his eye and barely rubbed the skin next to his eye. It made him even more flustered.
Gilbert mumbled something he couldn't hear, but after that murmur, he kept eye-contact with Mattie, which made him happy he was willing to open up.
And so they begun to chat. About stupid little things, but the two seemed happy hearing pleasant responces from the other. They started to talk music, their 'annoying' brothers, black ops, anime, and some of the most retarded things, like Prussia pulling stupid pranks on some other people. It became really hot with no AC on, so they (HAD) to take their shirts off. Atleast Canada. He had a hoodie on. Prussia did it for the hell of it, both extremely shocked at the others...masculence. As both got sucked into the 'deep' conversation, they didn't know their likings towards the others were growing, vining upwards.
"Hah! So I actually chased after him with my hockey stic- Gilbert?" Canada leaned into the man and poked his cheek innocently. He gave out a small, soft grunt.
Mattie shown the flashlight towards him, seeing he fell asleep. Checking his watch, he realized they had talked through the night until 3:47. He smiled genuinly, gazing at his soft breaths, listening to it in the dark.
'Fzzp!'
The flashlight ran out of battery.
Matthew made an annoyed face in the blackness, but exhaled. Looks like he'll be spending the night here.
Before grabbing a blanket and pillow set out on the couch to make his way on the other side of the L couch, he sat back down, next to Gilbert.
Mattie cautiously reached his hand out to what he found was Gilbert's arm, just barely moving with each of his paced breaths. He slowly, keeping a lock from his fingertips from Gilbert's body, to his face, just barely grazing his lips, to where he stopped. He leaned in and whispered upon his lips "I've wanted to do this for a while now~"
What Mattie DIDN'T know is that Prussia had been awake ever since he felt a warm, sensiative touch on his arm, but he cleverly ignored Plan A.) and acted to be asleep.
What Gilbert DIDN'T expect was the warm lips of his crush to peck his lips as a good-night kiss. His eyes flew open, and pushed his head back, harder agenst the shy Canadian into a passionate kiss.
Both didn't expect it coming, but neither fought agenst the kiss that soon begun to get rough.
All the lights flickered back to life, and seemed to shine on the two making out on the couch.
"HAHAHA! GILBERT! SUCCESS!" Francis pointed and laughed, while Antonio's jaw dropped, one hand still on the light switch.
Mattie's and Gilbert's eyes flipped open, straight back into each others, Mattie being the first one to pull back and cup his lips in shock, Purple eyes brightening.
"Caught in the act I'd say." Antonio chuckled, as France let out small noises that you don't want to know of.
"H-Have you been watching us this whole time? You assholes!" Gilbert growled.
"Well...we had no time to leave before Matthew came. And Plan A.) failed, so we had to do somethin-"
"Shut it, France!" Antonio quickly fipped a hand over his mouth once again.
"...T-This was all planned?" Mattie gaped his lips, feeling used and somewhat betrayed. Those words echoed through Gilbert's ears.
"Well...yea-"
"No!" Gilbert quickly cut off Antonio. "L-Look." He grabbed Mattie's shoulders and stared into his eyes. "W-We planned a way to make you come here, and they planned something else that I didn't want to do, but we went along with it." The Canadian's face scruntched in confusion. "N-Nononono, listen, okay? Once the blackout happened, I didn't want to just 'fake-like' you anymore. I really started to like you a lot."
"...I, eh..."
"Please...that's the complete truth to it. And the Aweosme me hates lying, especially to someone like you." Gilbert planted a small kiss on Matthew's lips before pulling back for a responce.
Instead, Mattie threw his body at him into a shaky embrace, arms locked around the German man's neck.
"You could have told me you were awake. That would have been nice, eh?"
Gilbert blinked in shock, letting out a laugh that was shifled into Mattie's bare skin, wrapping his arms around his thin back in return.
"Well that wouldn't have been as much fun for the awesome me, now would it?" Their soft skin pressed agenst each other, but Canada was taller. Well...he was actually a nation, so of couse he would be.
"Does this mean...uh, were boyfriend-"
"-And boyfriend? Hellz yeah it does!"
"Good. Now kiss me again, will you, eh?"
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How did you guys like it? I don't like it. I don't like it at all D: Please, you are now given the permission to hunt me down and eat me with a rake. TT~TT
Flames? Comments? Death threats? Reviews? Tourments?
Please review to your hearts content, for I wrote this at 4AM and passed out. I'll write another, better PruCan story. I promise!
-IOtakuIZZY
Pairing: PruCan
Rating: T
Okay! I did this at 4AM, no joke, with no sleep. Please forgive me. Its not really OOC, but still. I don't like it myself, but I was requested a PruCan letter from 'Eh, who sent this Letter?' Ya'll should check that out, if you have the chance.
I don't want to check over every spelling error right now. I'll do that later, but for now, please enjoy and review~
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"Shit, do you really think it will work?"
"Si, just don't screw up this time"
"Give it your all! I know it will work! I was the one who came up with it, honhonhon."
"Well what if it screws up on the awesome me and things go chaotic? We need a plan B-"
'Knock Knock!'
"Fuck! What was that? !"
"He's probably here. Go greet hi-"
"WHAT DO I DO! ? YOU GUYS HAVE TO G-"
"Prussia?" A light, faint voice called down the winding stairwell to the German's basement.
"Gilbert, I can't believe you couldn't get your lazy ass up to get the door, Mein Gott!" Ludwig's overpowering voice made Canada shudder a bit. "Where are you?"
Three dark figures scurried off like scared mice into dark corners of the room, as Prussia emerged from the dimly lit basement, scratching the back of his head, thinking over the plan the trio had made. His hair shown like a diamond in light as he scooted towards the lit stairwell, a baggy tee shirt hanging from his shoulders and swaying as he walked with skin-tight ash jeans that sagged at the ass, showing off some of his yellow, Gilbird boxers.
"Yo, Mattie...Hey, you nervous? Come in, dude." He motioned the Canadian into the large basement as Giblert turned to flick a light on, revealing a wooden floor holding, what seemed to be an 80 inch T.V., a curved, green L couch swirved around it. In the center of the piece was a coffee table. In the back was a bar with wine bottles rung onto the walls, and the walls were filled with various posters of bands, shows, and video games.
"Eh, a-alright." Prussia shot him a quick glimpse, before quickly turning back to see if he was dreaming or not, because this guy was A-DOR-A-BLE! He has tossled, soft golden hair that waved perfectly, framing his face, a curl topping it off that hung over his lush purple eyes. He twittled his thumbs and walked towards Gilbert awkwardly. He wore a red, baggy hoodie and formal black pants.
"So wadya' wanna do? Play a video game?" Canada flipped his head up to glance at the Prussian man who was walking towards a shelf, lined with various games.
"What games do you have, eh?" Canada shifted his way to him, looking at the many titles and systems.
"We can go old-school with atari n' shit or I can beat your ass in Black ops."
"Y-You play black ops?" Canada's eyes widened, making Gilbert grin. Whenever Canada wasnt invited to meetings or just not seen, he would usually leave and play black ops.
"Well no duh. Controllers are on the couch."
Matthew gave a slight nod before plopping down on the indented-couch, still somewhat awkward and tried to not be a bother. He kept his hands in his lap and eyed the Prussian man
Prussia immediatly afterwards flopped next to the Canadian with an 'Oof' and crossed his legs carelessly on the coffee table infront of him.
Once they begun playing, Canada loosened up and leaned in towards the T.V. This is the time to be totally afraid of Canada beating your ass. That and Hockey. Then, you should be on the floor, bleeding and pissing yourself, but yet, I digress.
But Canada stayed silent, only to brighten at his 10 kill-streak.
"Hah! I got the attack dogs on your ass! Keseseses!-Wait...YOU TOOK MY DAMN CARE PACKAGE? UNCOOL!"
"That was my care package."
Prussia scruntched his face, red eyes focused. Mattie took a moment to just-so-slightly turn to see his apponent. He actually was pretty cute. He had red eyes that he didn't notice on an earlier note that stood out on his ghostly skin, his hair scruffled, but more of in a "I-just-had-sex" look. He then blinked, flipping his head around with the words "REPLAY, Press 'Square' to continue."
"Hah! 10 kill-streak my ass!"
Canada made a small, childish face. "Oh hell no." He pronounced somewhat louder than usual.
Gilbert's eyes widened as he slowly turned to a dead-serious look, a devious smirk pressed onto his pale face. Had he unlocked some sort of BEAST within him? Whatever it was, they both knew it was going to be a fun hour or two.
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"Francis, how are we suppost to get out of here now?" The spaniard and the Frenchman were scrunched into a corner, behind the couch, trying not to make noise and stay unseen. Their whispers only reaching their ears.
"I don't know, but in the meantime, maybe we can make the mood?"
"...What are you talking about?"
"Look, I've known Gill forever. I know what to do, and how we can do it. Now follow me, and this way, we can get the hell out of here."
"What is 'This way'?"
"JUST FOLLOW ME!" Francis's whisper became rhaspy, both of the two on the couch switching their attention to whatever the noise was.
Spain swiftly grabbed France's chest with a swing of the arm, the other holding his mouth shut as he pushed the loudmouth to the couch. Once they heared the game unpause, Spain pinched France, who, in return, gave out a tiny squeak.
"Sometimes, I wonder if your a guy afteral-" France had 'suned' him almost automatically with those words, Spain sheilding his eyes and biting his lips.
"J-Just do whatever you were gonna do! They could stop playing at anytime!" Antonio motioned him to turn around, and the two crawled silently to what seemed to be a closet.
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"I guess I beat you again." Mattie's soft voice had greeted his next words as he simply smiled at Gilbert, who was furious.
"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU BEAT ME 14/27! ? I PRACTICE ALL THE DAMN TIME! COME ON, I'M AWESOME! YOU CANT BE-"
Psheeww...
A squeak slipped from Mattie's throat and all the sound around them, including the game and Gilbert, shut off. The lights flickered brightly and blackened. The television making a 'Pshew' sound.
This could only mean one thing:
Blackout.
"Ugh...Great-WEST! GO FIX THE ELECTRICITY!" Gilbert called out lazily, unknowing of one thing:
Canada was afraid of the dark.
"Hnn...nnn...nnn..." Were all the words Mattie could make out through his hands he buried his face in and his crouched body he tucked his head into.
"Yo, you okay?" Prussia blinked in the blackness, reaching out a hand to what he thought was Mattie's shoulder, but quickly retreating, realizing he was trembling. He could only hear the faintness of his quickened breath, his own slowing down, thinking of what to do.
"...Are you scared of the dark?"
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"Success!" Francis removed his hand from a large red lever set to 'OFF'.
"No, you DUMBASS! Number one, it shut off the power in the whole house, and Two, Matthew is scared of the dark! Did you really think turning the power off would accomplish anything?"
"Whatever. Lets go. Its either now or never, so lets just go tell Germany, because this lever won't budge."
"Maybe we shouldn't. He'd get pissed, and maybe Prussia will comfort him? If you know what I mean? So I say lets just go see Germany and not mention it was our faults."
"...Deal." The two silently got up and made their way to the stairwell, arms out, so they wouldn't crash.
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We all know America is scared of two things: The dark. And ghosts. When one was already haunting his brother, the other just so happen to appear.
'Crrreeaaakkk!'
"Shh!" Antonio yanked Francis's arm, warning him of the noise the two were making.
"M-MAPLE!" Matthew yelped, trying to stay quiet and content, it failing terribly.
The next thing done had made their two hearts suddenly flutter, and a new liking born.
Gilbert felt for the Canadian's chilled, shaking hands and he yanked him out of his kneeling state and into an embrace. Gilly felt like an asshole for not doing anything to help Mattie, but he now felt something else. Something towards Mattie that made his stomach tie up in bunches.
Mattie felt it too. The touch, no, corress of this new warmth coming from the Prussian sent chills down his spine, and his heart clentched.
Gilbert's voice had changed reasoniably, more to Matthew's comfort, as it lost the rhasp, doush-baggy sound it did before.
"I'm going to go get a flashlight. Stay here, alright?"
"D-Don't leave me here alone..." Mattie squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he would probably have to be alone one again. He would have to face this fear by himsel-
"...Fine, just don't bump into anything, and stay close, alright?" Gilbert smiled, knowing he couldn't see. It would be unawesome if he did see him in a goofy-looking state like that.
He slid his hand off the soft cotten of the other mans hoodie and felt for his hand. Once in a soft grip, he wound his way around the familiars oh his house, making his way to a drawer of which he lead Mattie to, flipping it open and turning on a flashlight. He pointed it to the bright, purple orbs that immediately shrunk from the light and Canada shielded his eyes.
"Sorry, Mattie." Gilbert twisted his wrist and pointed it to the ceiling, revealing both of their faces in a shadowy manner. Mattie let out a small sigh of relief that both of his fears vanished.
"Should we get your brother?"
"Nah, He'll find his way. Anyways, we have a chance to talk now that your not kicking my ass-." Prussia swallowed hard at the gentle look on the others face. The way his purple eyes contrasted with his golden waves, peach lips curled into a sweet smile, showing brightly on the fluroesent downward light and pale skin, it was all perfect and utterly adorable, and he listened intently to what the other man was saying. It made a crimson dust upon his pale cheeks.
Gilbert, noticing that Mattie was staring back, his self-esteem simmering. He had always been made fun of as a child, and even now for the 'demon eyes' he had aquired, his white hair making him look old, and his ghostly skin topping it off. To put it simply, he looked like a freak. He begun to thread his eyebrows, swiftly turning back to the couch, not wanting to show his face. Gilbert bit his lip, and in the darkness, Canada cocked his head and frowned at whatever was wrong with him. His grip on Matthew's hand became sweaty, and he became curious about the man that his crush was blooming on.
Gilbert tripped over the couch and landed face first, while Canada bumbed into his leg, but the both manage to settle down, flashlight kept in between their crossed-legs. The only thing was Gilbert, not keeping eye-contact with the Canadian, but since they had about 2 hours of gaming together, Mattie could probably tell him, because he could assume what was wrong with the German.
"Gilbert?" Called a sweet voice into the dark.
"What?" Gilbert did not move or flinch.
Matthew leaned in, reaching a hand out to his jawbone (Which he could see) and ever so lightly turned it towards him. An immediate blush drained his face, but Gilbert didn't try to move.
"Your starting to scare me. What are you looking off at?"
"N-Nothing!" Gilbert tried to jerk his hand away from the soft fingertips barely brushing agenst his chattering jaw, but Mattie stiffend his hand for a split second, having him unable to turn.
"Your eyes...Is that it?"
"Because I think they are very pretty, eh!" Mattie moved his hand a bit upwards towards his eye and barely rubbed the skin next to his eye. It made him even more flustered.
Gilbert mumbled something he couldn't hear, but after that murmur, he kept eye-contact with Mattie, which made him happy he was willing to open up.
And so they begun to chat. About stupid little things, but the two seemed happy hearing pleasant responces from the other. They started to talk music, their 'annoying' brothers, black ops, anime, and some of the most retarded things, like Prussia pulling stupid pranks on some other people. It became really hot with no AC on, so they (HAD) to take their shirts off. Atleast Canada. He had a hoodie on. Prussia did it for the hell of it, both extremely shocked at the others...masculence. As both got sucked into the 'deep' conversation, they didn't know their likings towards the others were growing, vining upwards.
"Hah! So I actually chased after him with my hockey stic- Gilbert?" Canada leaned into the man and poked his cheek innocently. He gave out a small, soft grunt.
Mattie shown the flashlight towards him, seeing he fell asleep. Checking his watch, he realized they had talked through the night until 3:47. He smiled genuinly, gazing at his soft breaths, listening to it in the dark.
'Fzzp!'
The flashlight ran out of battery.
Matthew made an annoyed face in the blackness, but exhaled. Looks like he'll be spending the night here.
Before grabbing a blanket and pillow set out on the couch to make his way on the other side of the L couch, he sat back down, next to Gilbert.
Mattie cautiously reached his hand out to what he found was Gilbert's arm, just barely moving with each of his paced breaths. He slowly, keeping a lock from his fingertips from Gilbert's body, to his face, just barely grazing his lips, to where he stopped. He leaned in and whispered upon his lips "I've wanted to do this for a while now~"
What Mattie DIDN'T know is that Prussia had been awake ever since he felt a warm, sensiative touch on his arm, but he cleverly ignored Plan A.) and acted to be asleep.
What Gilbert DIDN'T expect was the warm lips of his crush to peck his lips as a good-night kiss. His eyes flew open, and pushed his head back, harder agenst the shy Canadian into a passionate kiss.
Both didn't expect it coming, but neither fought agenst the kiss that soon begun to get rough.
All the lights flickered back to life, and seemed to shine on the two making out on the couch.
"HAHAHA! GILBERT! SUCCESS!" Francis pointed and laughed, while Antonio's jaw dropped, one hand still on the light switch.
Mattie's and Gilbert's eyes flipped open, straight back into each others, Mattie being the first one to pull back and cup his lips in shock, Purple eyes brightening.
"Caught in the act I'd say." Antonio chuckled, as France let out small noises that you don't want to know of.
"H-Have you been watching us this whole time? You assholes!" Gilbert growled.
"Well...we had no time to leave before Matthew came. And Plan A.) failed, so we had to do somethin-"
"Shut it, France!" Antonio quickly fipped a hand over his mouth once again.
"...T-This was all planned?" Mattie gaped his lips, feeling used and somewhat betrayed. Those words echoed through Gilbert's ears.
"Well...yea-"
"No!" Gilbert quickly cut off Antonio. "L-Look." He grabbed Mattie's shoulders and stared into his eyes. "W-We planned a way to make you come here, and they planned something else that I didn't want to do, but we went along with it." The Canadian's face scruntched in confusion. "N-Nononono, listen, okay? Once the blackout happened, I didn't want to just 'fake-like' you anymore. I really started to like you a lot."
"...I, eh..."
"Please...that's the complete truth to it. And the Aweosme me hates lying, especially to someone like you." Gilbert planted a small kiss on Matthew's lips before pulling back for a responce.
Instead, Mattie threw his body at him into a shaky embrace, arms locked around the German man's neck.
"You could have told me you were awake. That would have been nice, eh?"
Gilbert blinked in shock, letting out a laugh that was shifled into Mattie's bare skin, wrapping his arms around his thin back in return.
"Well that wouldn't have been as much fun for the awesome me, now would it?" Their soft skin pressed agenst each other, but Canada was taller. Well...he was actually a nation, so of couse he would be.
"Does this mean...uh, were boyfriend-"
"-And boyfriend? Hellz yeah it does!"
"Good. Now kiss me again, will you, eh?"
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