Hello, everybody! 8D

First I just want to say that this is my first fan fiction ever , so don't be too harsh XP

And English isn't my native language, so if there are any horrible mistakes, please tell me. That also concern all the other languages I have used in this story. I don't speak anything other than Swedish and English, so I had to use the internet to translate everything else, so if it's totally wrong, tell me and I will change it :3

As my plans are now, this will bee mostly a Prussia X Canada story, but with some Spain X Romano, Denmark X Norway and Germany X Italy in it too. X3

Oh, and the rating may go up in later chapters

Warnings: Yaoi, boyXboy, some cursing, probably a little voilence in later chapters... and thats all the warnings I can think of right now :P

Now, on with the story~!

Chapter one

Matthew Williams where sitting in his kitchen. The plate of pancakes before him that he had made to snack on while waiting, had become cold a long time ago. 'What a waste' he thought to himself as he half hearted poked around in it with his fork.

He sighted and let his gaze wander to the old fashioned clock over the door entrance.

01.45

Gilbert - his loud-mouthed, albino boyfriend - had said he would be back from his pub-round with his friends, Francis and Antonio, around midnight.

That the Prussian was late home was nothing new and had happened many times before.

No, what made Matthew a little worried was the fact that Gilbert didn't answer his cellphone when he had tried to call it, which was really weird, because Gilbert did almost never, if ever, miss calls.

The latest hour he had left at least twenty messages in the albino's voice-mail in-box, the first ten asking, the rest kindly demanding, that Gilbert would call back as soon as he could.

Matthew sighted yet again and started to slowly twirl a lock of his blond hair around his finger. Maybe he was overreacting about this whole thing. Gilbert had probably just lost his phone somewhere, or the battery had died, or he was too smashed to even remember how to use a phone.

Especially the last option Matthew could clearly imagine happening. Yes, that was probably what had happened. The Canadian calmed down just a bit, he was stupid to get so worked up over such a silly thing. Gilbert would be home soon, safe and sound.

...But wouldn't Francis or Antonio answer if their friends phone kept ringing non stop for a hour?

Matthew felt the panic raise in his chest. The only reason there was for them not to answer, was that Gilbert no longer was with them and hopefully on his way home, or – Matthew swallowed hard – lying in a ditch or alley somewhere, hurt, or even dead.

Fright took a hard grip around his throat as he imagined all the ways Gilbert could end up in a ditch. Suddenly Matthew normally bad imagination became very good. The panic that before where only rising, had now bloomed completely and buried it's root's deep in his chest and made breathing hard.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind from disturbing pictures of a hurt and beaten Gilbert.

'Calm down! Panic don't make things any better '

What should he do? Go out and search? No, he couldn't do that,it was too dark outside, and he didn't even know to which pub the trio had gone to.

Call the police? Call...- of course! Why hadn't he thought about that before? Francis!

He quickly snatched his cell from the kitchen table and typed in the number to his former mentor and "father".

It didn't take long before he heard a familiar voice in the other end of the line.

"Bonsoir? "

"Bonsoir, Francis" For whatever reason, the Frenchman had always had a calming effect on Matthew, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding "It's Matthew"

"Ah! Good evening, mon cher!"there was a short paus, and Matthew could hear some sluthering spanish in the backround "..Could you hang on just a second, Mattie? Dear Antonio here have had a little much to drink, and carrying him at the sam time while holding the phone is rather diffikult "

You could hear Antonio whine something sounding like 'I'm not drunk!' fom the backround, and then Francis 'Yes,you are, now, can you sit here for a while when I talk to Matthew?' the statement wasn't really a question, rather a demand, and was answered by a grunt.

"Now, how are you this fabulous night, mon cher?", Francis was speaking to Matthew again.

"eh...fine...um, or not really...I'm just a little worried, because Gilbert isn't answering his phone, which he normally always does...is he still with you guys?" His voice must have sounded desperate, but actually, he was, so he didn't care.

"...No, we parted ways outside the pub, he said he was tired and that he would go strait home" Matthew could almost see Francis eyebrows furrowing "He hasn't come home yet...?"

"No, he hasn't...do you think something happened...? What if... " he felt tear pour up in his eyes " I mean, he doesn't answer his phone, and...-"

"Wait, wait, Matthew, calm down! It's a little early to panic just yet. He have probably just gone to the wrong house or something" He heard Francis take a deep breath before spoke again.

"He was quite smashed when he left, normally I would have followed him home, but as you maybe heard earlier, Antonio's even worse...apparently he had a big fight with Lovino earlier, so I suppose he tried to drink away his problems... anyway, have you tried to call Ludwig? Gilbert maybe went over to him"

"I haven't, but great idea" He smiled a little "...You are right, I was stupid to panic like that...Gilbert probably just lost his phone or something..."

"Yeah, probably. But you call Ludwig, and I just go and drop of Antonio, then I can come over to your place, and we can search together, oui?"

"Oui...Merci, Francis"

"Pas de problème, Matthew, see you later then"

"Yeah, and say hi to Antonio from me... bye"

"I will, bye"

Matthew was once again alone, but this time the silence didn't feel as suffocating. It felt good to know that Francis was coming, not as good as if Gilbert would come, of course, but it was way better than being alone.

The Canadian was glad Gilbert had put his brothers number in his contact book, because otherwise Matthew would have to call Francis again, and Francis would need to take Antonio's phone and call Lovino, and Lovino would have to tell Feliciano to tell Ludwig to call him... or maybe he just needed to call Francis, because Matthew would be surprised if here was a number the Frenchman didn't have.

His toughs were interrupted with a click and happy voice from the other side of the line.

"Hello, Feliciano speaki...Ve~, I mean, You have come to Doits...Ah, no, Germany's cellphone, Feliciano speaking~!"

Matthew couldn't help but to smile at the Italian. "Hello, Feliciano"

"...America?" Italy said, sounding confused.

The blond sighed...why did this always happen? Did he really look, and apparently sound, so much like his twin brother? And why didn't anyone ever call Alfred Matthew, instead of always the other way around?

"It's Canada..."

"Ah, Mattie! Come stai?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Um... where is Ludwig?"

"He's out shopping!"

"shopping...?" At this time? The clock was already 02.30, Matthew noticed.

"Yes...Me and Ludwig way laying on his sofa and we had just had s... " there was a short pause"...Eh...cuddling!....Yeah, Ludwig and I had been cuddling on his sofa! And then I suddenly wanted to eat pasta, but we didn't have any tomato-sauce, so I was about to go out buying some. Oh, and it's raining really much outside right now, and we only got one umbrella, so only one could go, but Ludwig didn't want me to go out alone this late, so he went instead, Isn't he nice~? "

"Yes, very....Um, you haven't seen Gilbert, have you?"

"Yeah, I have~!" Hope grew in his chest so fast it almost hurt "He was here yesterday, we ate pasta, and-"

"Feli...I kind of meant today... and I was there too, remember?" Matthew suddenly had a urge to lay on the floor and cry.

"Oh...then no, today, the only one I seen is Ludwig!" Feliciano chirped happily.

"Oh, I see...but if he would drop by, tell him to call me, 'key?"

"Roger!" , Matthew could imagine that the Italian was saluting.

"Good, well, say hello to Ludwig from me"

"I will~! Bye bye!"

"Bye"

Matthew stared dumbly at the phone in his hand. So Gilbert hadn't gone home to his brother...Then were was he?

He felt that the panic from before was on it's way back, so he decided that he would do some cleaning to distract himself with until Francis arrived.

He started with the half eaten pancake plate on the table, and, not wanting to throw away still eat able food, put it in Kumajirou's food bowl.

He called for him, and it didn't take long before the little white polar bear came spacing in trough the door-less kitchen entrance.

He watched the bear eat until he heard a gentle knock on the front door, and hurried from his current position, leaning comfortable against the sink, to go and open.

Francis was, as always, dressed elegantly, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and over that a simple black vest and black trousers. His golden, shoulder length hair was fixed in a little ponytail in the neck.

"Bonsoir, Matthew" He stepped forward and gave the Canadian a light hug and a kiss on the cheek "Or maybe good night would be a better greeting"

"Thank you for coming" Matthew smiled a little, but the sad and worried expression never left his eyes. He stepped aside so the Frenchman could come inside.

"No problem at all" Francis insured "What did Ludwig say?" while speaking, they made there way to the living room and both sat down in a armchair on each side of the small coffee table.

"He wasn't home, he was out buying pasta things for Feli, so it was Feliciano who answered... " He let out a sight "...And Gilbert wasn't there"

"I see...But sheer up, Matthew, There's still many places he could've gone too... let's check with Elizaveta and Roderich next"

"Ok...Um, do you ave their number? Cause I don't"

"Of course I have, who do you take me for?" He said with a pout. If it had been under other circumstances, Matthew maybe would have giggled, but now all he could bring himself to do was smile a little.

Francis picket up his phone from his pocket and pushed some buttons before lifting it to his ear. There was a moment of silence before the older blond spoke.

"Bonsoir, mon cher, It's Francis...Yeah, I know what time it is, but-...Wait, I need to ask someth-...Wai-" there was once again silence, "He hung up on me...!" Francis looked disbelieving on his phone, as it was the phone, not Roderich, who had been rude.

"Well, that's not so strange, I mean, any normal person would have gone to bed by now", As if to remind Matthew of the fact, he could barely suppress a sudden yawn.

'No, I can't get tired now, we still don't know where Gilbert are' He desperately tried to push back the sleepiness. He hadn't noticed how tired he had become until he actually sat down.

"Well, I think we can erase Roderich and Elizaveta from the list, cause if Gilbert had gone there ,I hardly believe they would still be sleeping..."Francis said, looking like he was deep in thoughts. He then noticed how tired the Canadian seemed to be. "Matthew, I know you probably won't agree to this, but I think you should try to get some sleep...frankly speaking, you look exhausted "

"I know...But...-"

"Mattie, try to think reasonable, I don't think you can come up with any good ideas if you barely can keep your eyes open..." he gave the other a almost pleading look, "And I will continue to ask around if someone has seen him, so you don't have to worry, now, try to get some sleep..." Matthew still didn't look convinced . Francis sighed. "Faites-le pour moi, s'il vous plaît?"

"All right..." Matthew said slowly, he had always been weak against Francis speaking French, which said person knew well, and always used it to the fullest. "But promise me you wake me up if something happens" He said as he moved over to the couch and laid down.

"I promise, bonne nuit, Mattie"

"Bonne nuit, Francis..."

Matthew closed his eyes, and It didn't even take ten minutes before he was fully asleep.

Chapter one, End

Translations:

Italian:

Come stai? – How are you?

French:

Bonsoir – Hello/Good day

Pas de problème – No problem

Faites-le pour moi, s'il vous plaît? - Do it for my sake, please?

Bonne nuit – Good night