"How much time do we get at the cabin?" Gilbert asked when he got his voice and his breath back.

"As much time as we want. I asked my boss for an extended vacation of an indefinite amount of time."

"Sneaky," Gilbert muttered, smirking at Matt. He kissed him quickly. "That's what I like about you."

Matt mock-gasped, sitting up. "So you don't like my hair? Or my butt? Or my legs? Only my sneaky-ness?"

Gilbert laughed, putting his hands on those thighs. "Don't make me say it, Matt. You know it, anyway."

Matt nodded, smiling widely. "Yeah, I know. Besides, I saw how you kept staring at me."

"Then we should have marshmallows and hot dogs again."

"I think I'd rather you try and catch dinner again…emphasis on the try," Matt replied with a small smirk, as Gilbert half-glared at him. Then he whacked Matt on the head, and Matt laughed, and everything was as it should be.

That was, at least, until there were heavy stomps outside the cabin.

"MAAAAAAAATIEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Oh dear God," Matt muttered, slamming his head onto Gilbert's shoulder. "Not now."

The door flew open, revealing Alfred standing there with hiking boots and a pack. "Your boss told me you were on an extended vacation so I thought I'd come stay with you for a while and—"

Prussia scowled at America. "Seriously? This is so unawesome."

Alfred gaped. "Matt…you and…?"

Matt turned and glared at him. "Alfred…" he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Alfred grinned and took a step forward to slap Matt on the back, conveniently ignoring both nations' nakedness. "Nice job, bro! You finally got laid!"

Matt blushed, muttering something and burying his face in Gilbert's neck.

"So how's about you dudes put on some clothes and we catch some dinner? Oh, and then I can stay with you guys until you leave!"

"Alfred?"

"Yeah?"

"Go away."

"But—"

"I said go," Matt hissed, turning again to glare at Alfred. "I finally got together with Gilbert, and you are not ruining this!"

Alfred laughed, waggling his eyebrows and nudging Matt. "Oh, so this is your awesome northern shack of love then, huh? You just wanna make some sweet sweet love to—"

"Alfred!"

America pat Gilbert on the shoulder. "Good luck, man. I hope you brought an energy drink! Once this guy gets started, he—"

"ALFRED!"

"Okay, see you Matt, Gilbert!" And Alfred left as fast as he could, glancing behind himself to make sure Matt wasn't following with an ax. Last time that had happened, he couldn't walk for a week.

Gilbert looked at Matt, grinning widely. "What's this about an energy drink?"

Matt rolled his eyes, cuddling up against Gilbert again. "Nothing."

"No seriously, let's do this. As long as we can before passing out."

Matt matched Gilbert's smirk with his own, leaning forward and breathing against the albino's lips. "Bet I can last longer than you."

"You're on," Gilbert growled playfully, pushing him onto the bed and bending over him. "Let's see how you do, Mr. Second Biggest."

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Because annoying!mood-ruining!America is my specialty =D and omakes are love~