Post by Preußen on Jul 1, 2010 1:48:21 GMT -5
A/N: I've been waiting for like a month to post this. *rolls around* Happy Birthday to Mattie! :D Can also be found on FanFiction.net, deviantART, y!Gallery, and on my Facebook. /shameless plugging
ENJOY! ♥
It's 6 a.m. on a Thursday in the middle of summer when Gilbert knocks on Matthew's front door. The blond inside continues to slumber, blissfully unaware of the Prussian attempting to beat his door down. Gilbert quickly grows bored with beating on said door, however, and reaches under the doormat for the spare key that he's not supposed to know about. With deft fingers, he unlocks the door, pocketing the key for future use, and slips into the quiet house. Sneaking through the halls, he reaches the Canadian's bedroom quickly, smiling for a moment at the sight of the blond fast asleep clutching a pillow. Kumajiro is asleep at the foot of the bed, just as unaware as his master.
Gilbert enters the room and slips into the bed behind Matthew, wrapping a warm arm around his waist and nuzzling his hair. Matthew abandons his pillow to roll over and wrap his arms around this new, solid warmth. Gilbert knows he has mere moments before the blond wakes, and he steels himself by putting on the best grin he can. Matthew's eyes flutter open just as Gil knew they would, and the Prussian greets his victim with a,
"Guten morgen, liebling."
Matthew starts, shoving himself away and kicking Kumajiro awake just before he falls to the floor. Gilbert laughs instead of looking concerned and leans over the edge of the bed as Matthew makes a grab for the alarm clock, wondering why it hadn't gone off.
"Shit, I'm going to be late for work!" The blond scrambles around the room, pulling on a pair of slacks over his maple leaf pajamas, and Gil sits back and chuckles.
"Oi, you know what day it is, ja?" The Prussian inquires, and Matthew pauses in his wardrobe struggle to think.
"I dunno, Tuesday?" His eyes squeeze shut as he thinks, and when he re-opens them, he realizes he doesn't have his glasses on. Making a grab for the spectacles, he shoots the other a glance.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" He questions, and is promptly pulled down onto the bed by his badly-tied tie. Gilbert smirks and holds out a finger.
"It's Thursday, Mattie," the Canadian looks at him blankly, so he continues. "The first."
The first? Matthew's mind reels through the possibilities before it clicks onto one and he relaxes.
"Thursday, the first," he repeats slowly, and Gil nods. "I don't have to work."
The Prussian nods again as Matthew kicks off his slacks. Gil grabs him by his tie again, this time dragging him down for a heated kiss which lasts quite a while. When they finally part, Matthew finds that his glasses have been removed, and he is laying beneath a smirking Prussian.
"Happy Birthday, Mattie."
ENJOY! ♥
It's 6 a.m. on a Thursday in the middle of summer when Gilbert knocks on Matthew's front door. The blond inside continues to slumber, blissfully unaware of the Prussian attempting to beat his door down. Gilbert quickly grows bored with beating on said door, however, and reaches under the doormat for the spare key that he's not supposed to know about. With deft fingers, he unlocks the door, pocketing the key for future use, and slips into the quiet house. Sneaking through the halls, he reaches the Canadian's bedroom quickly, smiling for a moment at the sight of the blond fast asleep clutching a pillow. Kumajiro is asleep at the foot of the bed, just as unaware as his master.
Gilbert enters the room and slips into the bed behind Matthew, wrapping a warm arm around his waist and nuzzling his hair. Matthew abandons his pillow to roll over and wrap his arms around this new, solid warmth. Gilbert knows he has mere moments before the blond wakes, and he steels himself by putting on the best grin he can. Matthew's eyes flutter open just as Gil knew they would, and the Prussian greets his victim with a,
"Guten morgen, liebling."
Matthew starts, shoving himself away and kicking Kumajiro awake just before he falls to the floor. Gilbert laughs instead of looking concerned and leans over the edge of the bed as Matthew makes a grab for the alarm clock, wondering why it hadn't gone off.
"Shit, I'm going to be late for work!" The blond scrambles around the room, pulling on a pair of slacks over his maple leaf pajamas, and Gil sits back and chuckles.
"Oi, you know what day it is, ja?" The Prussian inquires, and Matthew pauses in his wardrobe struggle to think.
"I dunno, Tuesday?" His eyes squeeze shut as he thinks, and when he re-opens them, he realizes he doesn't have his glasses on. Making a grab for the spectacles, he shoots the other a glance.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" He questions, and is promptly pulled down onto the bed by his badly-tied tie. Gilbert smirks and holds out a finger.
"It's Thursday, Mattie," the Canadian looks at him blankly, so he continues. "The first."
The first? Matthew's mind reels through the possibilities before it clicks onto one and he relaxes.
"Thursday, the first," he repeats slowly, and Gil nods. "I don't have to work."
The Prussian nods again as Matthew kicks off his slacks. Gil grabs him by his tie again, this time dragging him down for a heated kiss which lasts quite a while. When they finally part, Matthew finds that his glasses have been removed, and he is laying beneath a smirking Prussian.
"Happy Birthday, Mattie."
