A/N This is a short one-shot, written because my friend was bored and asked me to tell her a story, so I texted her this. Please enjoy!

Matthew still wasn't sure how people managed to confuse him with Alfred but he was used to it. This however was a new one. People didn't usually confuse their telephone numbers, but why else would a drunken Arthur call him for bail, with what sounded like Prussia and Denmark in the background? At any rate, Matthew got his coat and headed toward the jail. It took three trips and a chunk out of his personal bank account, but Matthew got the three drunk (and now passed-out) nations safely back to his house.

Now what to do with them? The Dane was too heavy to get upstairs so Matthew hauled him onto his couch and left him there with a bowl. Arthur, who was much lighter, was easily carted up the stairs and put in the guest bedroom. Matthew gulped when he got to Gilbert. There was only one sleeping surface left - his own bed. If he wanted a bed to sleep in he'd have to share it with the drunk Prussian. Gilbert was heavier than Arthur so Matthew had to get the Prussian onto his back to piggyback him up the stairs. Matthew shuddered as he felt something wet along the back of his neck. Gilbert was drooling on him.

After some struggle Matthew succeeded in dumping the older man onto the bed and between the sheets. By now poor Matthew was exhausted and decided to just sleep in his clothes. He collapsed into the bed next to Gilbert and quickly fell asleep.

He was woken up by an arm which slid over his chest and pressed him against Gilbert. Matthew looked over, but Gilbert was still asleep. He tried to follow suit which became progressively harder when that hand started drawing circles on his chest. Matthew gulped again. Obviously Gilbert was too drunk to know what he was doing but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying being closer to the normally-opposite-of-cuddly man. Finally, he fell back asleep.

Matthew's house wasn't nearly as pleasant when the hung over men woke up. Matthew cooked a breakfast that he had heard was good for hangovers, but judging by the sounds coming from each of his bathrooms none of the three were going to be eating anytime soon.

He was proved wrong when Gilbert dragged himself into the kitchen moaning and groaning loudly. Gilbert, it turned, out held his alcohol the best and was able to eat the breakfast Matthew had made.

"Thanks for bailing us out," Gilbert said pressing a kiss to Matthew's forehead, which immediately turned bright red along with the rest of his face.

"W-w-what'd you do that for?" Matthew asked noticing in embarrassment that his voice had gone up in pitch.

"As a thank you," Gilbert replied. "And since the others are too hung over to thank you themselves, I guess I'll have to do it for them." Grinning, Gilbert leaned in for another kiss, this one in a very different place than before.

Gilbert's lips pressed against Matthew's cheek. "That's for bailing out Arthur," he said and then kissed the other cheek. "And that's for bailing out Matthias." Matthew grabbed Gilbert by the collar and leaned closer to him

"You better thank me for letting you guys crash here too." Gilbert smirked and leaned in even closer.

"My pleasure," he murmured in a sultry voice and leaning in.

"AFTER mouthwash," Matthew said as he pushed Gilbert away. "Your breath is disgusting." Gilbert pouted.

"Fine," he grumbled and shuffled away to go find mouthwash.

"And Gilbert? You'd better thank me hard." Gilbert all but ran upstairs for the mouthwash.