So, basically, yeah. This story is almost over.
Ahh~ So sad.
Don't worry, there will be lemons before it ends. Kolkolkol~!

Somehow Canada had ended up sitting in the albinos' car. After they had been kicked out of the store, he had paid for his groceries apologetically and Gilbert insisted that the least the awesome him could do was give the blonde a ride home.
So now, he was sitting, Kumajiro on his lap, in silence as the Prussians car weaved in and out of traffic skilfully.

Thinking to himself, Matthew found that his thoughts were lingering on Gilberts strange apology. With a blush, he realized that his lips were still tingling from the unexpected kiss.
To say the least, he had already decided to forgive the other nation. He just wanted to make him suffer a bit more.

"Sorry about the whole grocery store mess..." Gilbert began, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to glance over at the Canadian. "I mean, how was I supposed to know it was off limits to customers? They should have a sign up or something! Only awesome stores have signs..." He trailed off, muttering to himself about how he should sue for misleading advertisement.
Despite himself, Matthew giggled, amazed at how dense the albino could be sometimes.

Looking back over at the blonde, Gilbert's expression almost seemed shocked that the Canadian had laughed. A few seconds passed before a grin spread onto his face, obvious relief showing in his eyes. He had thought for sure that he would never be forgiven.

The car slowed as they reached Matthews driveway, eventually pulling to a stop in front of his house. Turning the car off, Gilbert shoved the keys in his pocket, running a hand through his almost white hair with a sigh.
"If you wanted I could help carry your stuff in," he offered, watching as the blonde unbuckled his seatbelt. At the offer, Matthew smiled and nodded, "That would be helpful. Thank you."

The two got out of the Prussians car, each carrying a few bags. Gilbert made sure he grabbed most of the heavy ones. After all, the awesome him could handle it.
With a sigh, Matthew set his bags down, leaning down so Kumajiro could hop off of his shoulder and onto the counter safely.

Looking over to the other nation, the albino scratched the back of his neck as he stood in the familiar kitchen. He wasn't quite sure if he had been forgiven or not. "So... um," he started, suddenly enthralled with the countertop. "I was just wondering if I was, you know... forgiven?"

Matthew felt himself smile slightly at how embarrassed Gilbert was. It was definitely not like his 'awesome' self. He felt lucky to be seeing a side of the nation not many others had.
"Je ne sais pas..." The blonde mused, hiding his smirk as he tapped the bottom of his chin. What had gotten into him, he didn't know. It was just too fun to tease the Prussian.

Gilbert frowned. He didn't know much (ok, any) French, but the tone of Matthews voice sounded apprehensive. Before he was about to protest, he noticed the slight teasing shine in the blondes violet eyes. With a somewhat threatening look, he cocked his head to the side.

At the others expression, Matthew felt his playful mood falter. Perhaps there was a limit on how much the Prussian should be teased in one day. Shouldn't they come with warning labels or something? Taking a few steps away from the taller nation, Matthew smiled nervously, feeling behind himself in case he ran into something.

Following the Canadian step for step, Gilbert felt his smirk grow. The others expression was just too priceless. Forcing an innocent look in his eyes, he continued to back the blonde up onto the wall, caging him in with arms on either side. "What? Do I have to kiss you again?" He breathed, inches away from Matthews face.

The albino was close enough that his breath was tickling Matthews face; their breaths mixed together, turning his cheeks a pale pink. It was suddenly very hard to think. What was the question again? Ah, fuck it. Stammering, he tried to produce a witty comeback. "I-I... you, what?" Ok, so, not so witty...

Before Matthew could say anything else, Gilbert took advantage of the moment, pressing his lips against the Canadians for the second time that day. This time, however, he didn't pull away. He took the time to savour Matthews taste – maple, with a hint of pine. Internally, he smiled at how unique it was. Just like everything else about the boy he was kissing.

Letting his eyes flutter close, Matthew brought his hands up to tangle in Gilbert's shirt, a fistful of fabric in each of his delicate fists. He could swear that he was about to combust, thanks to the burning of his cheeks but somehow he stayed intact and un-burnt, eventually moving his lips against the Prussians in a dance he didn't think he knew. Suddenly, the other nations tongue ran along his bottom lip, pulling a muffled moan of surprise from him.

Gilbert pulled away, giving each of them a chance to breath, a slightly cocky grin on his lips. "I'll ask again... do you forgive me?" He rest his forehead on Matthews, staring down at the other nation with a quizzical look.
The Canadian sighed, keeping his eyes closed as he replied, "Of course..."