This is a epilogue of sorts. I felt like making a happier chapter... because I didn't feel like writing Angsty!Prussia or whatever (probably because I wrote this late at night and my brain doesn't work then, IDK).

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Happy Thanksgiving/UnBirthday depending on when you read this!

An extended period of silence passed, until "Mattie..." Matthew looked up. "Hey, did my eye get hit or something?" Gilbert made a vague gesture toward his eye, which was bruised and slightly swollen. Matthew nodded. "Why, does it hurt?" Gilbert made another vague hand gesture. "Yeah, a litt-" He was cut short by Matthew suddenly bending over a placing a quick kiss over Gilbert's eye.

Then followed approximately .5 seconds of stunned silence, suceeded by Matthew turning a bright shade of red and trying to stammer out an apology and ending with something more along the lines of "I'm- It was- reaction- you-" instead. Gilbert just grinned, thoroughly amused, before sitting up and kissing Matthew back, effectively silencing him.

Matthew returned the kiss, taking a minute to realize what he was doing, and another half a minute to separate. Matthew sat back, staring at a very smug-looking Gilbert before asking "What the Hell was that?"

"I dunno. You just looked cute." Matthew continued to stare, sightly confused and still slightly red. Gilbert took it upon himself to break the silence. "Wanna do it again?" Matthew stood abruptly. "I have to go, um, do... things. Elsewhere." with that, Matthew stiffly walked quickly away, leaving a smirking Gilbert behind him.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and Matthew sat against a rather uncomfortable cabinet, trying to calm himself and (hopefully) get rid of his rather persistent blush. That way, he could go back out and... make breakfast or something. Yeah. Pancakes would be good. But why did Gilbert feel possessed to kiss him? Why was he hiding- no, sitting- he corrected himself- in the bathroom worrying like a little schoolgirl? "Aaarggh!" Matthew shook his head, stood up, banging his head on the edge of the cabinet in the process, and marched confidently (he hoped) back through the living room to the kitchen. Yes, pancakes seemed like a good plan, as he was hungry and Gilbert probably was, too.

Gilbert was sitting cross-legged and sideways on the couch, still watching Matthew and smirking. Matthew walked into the kitchen and began gathering objects for the production of pancakes, making more noise than was nessecary, as he could feel red eyes gazing at him from the couch and it was rather unnerving.

Matthew set about his breakfast task and was soon joined in the kitchen by the small yellow bird that followed Gilbert around, his polar bear that had somehow let itself back inside the house, and the sound of Gilbert humming some kind of march under his breath.

Minutes later, Matthew sat next to Gilbert, handing him a plate of syrup-laden pancakes, and keeping a similar plate for himself. They ate in an amiable silence for a few minutes, until Matthew asked "So, where do you actually live?" Gilbert looked over at him. "Ah ive offa fehs."

"You what?"

"I live. On the streets. Oh, and I can usually get a place to stay in a bar or hotel or something. But my bro kicked me outta my real house a while back." Matthew raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing until they were both done eating, at which point he said "Um, Tino- my boss- lives above me, a-and he's gonna move out soon, so you could probably rent his old place... but you could live with me until then." The last part came out rushed, and Matthew stood awkwardly waiting for a reply. Gilbert blinked, surprised at the offer. He stood and moved to hug Matthew as a 'yes-thank-you-you're-awesome', but got his right arm halfway extended before he flinched with an "Ow! Scheisse!"

Matthew suddenly remembered that Gilbert was still injured and pushed him back into a sitting position. "I think I still have some pain stuff in the cabinet, let me get some and..."

"Sure you couldn't just kiss this one, too?"

"Sh- shut up!" Matthew threw a nearby cushion at Gilbert, who merely dodged it an laughed. "Worth a try, Mattie."

Matthew just walked back into his bathroom to raid the cabinet for ibuprofen or Advil or something appropriate. He came back with two pills he rattle in his fist and a small cup of water. "Here, take these." He handed both to Gilbert, who downed the pills and ignored the water. Matthew raised an eyebrow as Gilbert grimaced and sat straighter, appearing to think to himself.

"You know," he burst out, "the meds have yet to do anything-" he held up a hand to silence Matthew's protests- "and I still think you should kiss me." Matthew grinned. "You're not going to give up on that, are you?"

"Not until you give in, liebe~"

"Fine, then." Matthew leaned forward, ignoring Gilbert's arm in favor of his lips, which returned his kiss with a vigor.

Matthew was red and grinning when they pulled apart. "That help?" Gilbert returned the grin with a sly undercurrent. "I dunno, maybe we should try again."

Oh Mattie you're so randomly awkward it's wonderful. And Gilbert is so smirky. |D

And now I have to leave to go to my grandmother's house for family and free food.