Sorry this took forever. I have issues...yea...
Thanks again to Flair-of-fire for all her help.
And also a thanks to 'LadyArabian' for her 'good' assistance. (Inside joke, sorry)

This is really long...

The albino raised his head, bleary eyed. Where the hell am I? Glancing around him, he recognized his surroundings. Birdie's dining room…What the fuck? I…didn't make it to the couch then. Gilbert rotated his shoulders slowly, trying to fix the cramps he received from sleeping slumped over the table. Bracing himself, he stood up shaking off the blanket thrown around his shoulders. Where is everyone?

The Former Nation wandered around the house searching for anyone he could find. Nothing in the living room or kitchen. No one in the bathroom. He checked around the corner into Matthew's room and saw his companion laying on his bed underneath the blankets reading a book. Gilbird was settled on the nation's head, and Kumajiro was curled up on the pillow next to him.

"Hey, Birdie." He greeted his friend, hoping not to startle him.

Canada looked up. "Hey! It's about time you got up, eh." He glanced at the clock next to him. "It's two in the afternoon, we thought you were never going to wake up." He beckoned him in.

The Prussian strode into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "What happened to the food?"

"I put it in the fridge for later. Are you hungry? We can always heat it up, eh."

Gilbert heaved himself to Kumajiro's pillow, glaring at the bear there until he moved. He stuck his tongue out at the white animal childishly. "Not really hungry, just enough for a snack." He strained to see what the Canadian was reading.

Matthew nodded. "I'm starting to get pretty hungry, eh. I'm going to get something." He closed the book, pulled the covers off, and threw his legs over the edge of the mattress, revealing he was still in his underwear.

"Wait a second there Birdie. What were you reading? All I see are…pictures?" A shiver went up the Canadian's spine. "It's nothing, eh. Just…um…something Al lent me." He swallowed hard. "Not a big deal."

That doesn't sound good….Is America planning something for my little Birdie?

Canada interrupted his thoughts. "We were going for food, right?"

Gilbert nodded absently, still questioning Alfred's motives on giving his brother a seemingly inappropriate book.

"What of your cooking do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat anything you warm up."

The Prussian sat in his former sleeping spot at the dining room table, watching Canada dashing around the kitchen in his boxers.

I could probably help him…But it's more fun to watch him wander around… He sighed and cupped his cheek in his palm. He's so adorable from here.

'Piyoo~.' Gilbird flew in from the kitchen and begin glancing back and forth between Gilbert and Matthew, trying to hint that he should speak with him.

"I don't think I could do that. I don't know how he feels. I don't even know how I feel." Gilbert grunted and wrinkled his nose at the idea of not knowing something.

Gilbird tugged at his hand which was spread in front of him on the table. 'Pi-yo!'

Prussia pulled his hand away and got up from his seat. I'll just tell him. That's all.

He made his way around the table. Tell him and get it over with.

He walked into the kitchen. Maybe he'll reject it.

He reached Canada. He's going to reject me…

"Birdie…" He whispered just loud enough for the nation to hear him. Canada jumped, smashing the plate in his hands against the counter.

He spun around. "Gi- Gilbert…Please don't do that, eh." His turned, eyebrows knitted with panic and worry.

The albino stared into his best friends eyes. Do it. He leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to Canada's, making the young nation blush fiercely.

Pulling back, Gilbert looked at his feet. What the fuck did I do that for!

Gilbird chirped loudly from the other room, pointing out that he had seen it happen.

"Wha…Wha…What?" The Canadian fumbled around for something to say, coming up short.

Gilbert rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "I've been wanting to do that for a while now."

Canada twiddled his thumbs. "Well…If that's how you feel, eh. It can't really be helped."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

Matthew reddened further and looked into the Former Nation's face, purple-blue eyes narrowing seductively. "Something close to what you did." He wrapped his arms around Prussia's neck and pulled him into another, deeper kiss.

When he was released, Gilbert grinned. "That was good, Birdie." The Prussian dragged the Canadian close with a firm grip on his slim waist. "Now I have to say this."

Canada tensed, his eyes growing wide as he blushed brightly. "S-say w-what, eh?" He stuttered nervously.

The albino chuckled. "Can we eat?"

Matthew slumped forward into the Prussian's neck with a heavy sigh. "Eh…Er…Umm…Y-Yea."

The Prussian squeezed his small companion's shoulders with a hug and kissed his forehead softly. Pulling away slightly, he trained his ruby eyes on the nation's embarrassed face. "I'll get this cleaned up. You take what you want."

Gilbert stared absently at the steaming food on his plate poking it around with his fork. What a strange book…"Gil?"

Prussia snapped out of his thoughts when Matthew called his name and reached across the table to touch his hand.

"Are you alright?" The nations' brow was furrowed.

"Yea Birdie. Just…thinking."

Canada nodded slowly, holding eye contact for another moment before returning to his unattended food.

Now or never I guess… It wouldn't be like the awesome me to not speak out.

"What was that book Alfred lent you?"

The Canadian choked on his mouthful of food, struggling to swallow. "What do you mean by that, eh?"

"What is it?" Gilbert smirked. He looks cute when he's horrified.

"N-nothing." Canada's eye grew wide with panic. "I-I swear, eh. I-it's nothing!"

The Prussian sighed. Not awesome.

The Former Nation threw himself onto the bed, glancing to the other side of the room. Canada was picking up his earlier discarded clothes and tossing them into the hamper.

So fucking cute. Gilbert chuckled and stretched across the bed towards his companion. "You haven't seen my little Gilbird have you, Birdie?" Reaching further he hooked Matthew's waistband with one finger and snapped it.

The Canuck slapped the albino's hand away and wrinkled his nose. "Don't, eh. And no I haven't seen Gilbird…Actually, I haven't seen Kumalita either…"

"I'm going to find Gil-"

"My book!" Matthew clenched his hands into tight fists and pressed them into his forehead. "I-it's missing, eh…" He collapsed to his knees.

The albino vaulted over the bed, onto the floor. "If you tell me what we'll be looking for, I'll help you find it!"

"Sorry, eh…I-I just…I just can't tell you." The Canadian hung his head and sighed.

"Y'know what Birdie? I'm so awesome I'm going to find your book, Kumajiro and Gilbird." The Prussian stood, grinning widely and reached down to help Matthew stand.

"Gil…They have to be in here, eh, we've checked my entire house."

"You sure Birdie?" The Former Nation threw his head back and questioned over his shoulder. "This is the last one?"

The Canadian rolled his eyes. "Yes. If they aren't, eh, I have no idea."

Gilbert turned the knob and shoved the door open, causing it to slam into the wall behind it. "What are you guys doing in here?"

A small white bear sat in the middle of the large, light brown room. Papers were scattered around him, most of them shredded. Gilbird sat perched between the animal's ears. 'What? Rude…'

Matthew shoved his way past the platinum haired nation. "Please tell me you have my book."

The bear shrugged and tilted his head. 'Book?'

Canada's shoulders sagged. He dragged his hands down his face in exasperation. "I-if they don't have it…Al's going to kill me…"

'Who? Explain.' Kumajiro extended a paw to touch the page in front of him which was covered in an image and description of-

Oral…sex…? O-oral… Prussia's crimson eyes widened. Why?

The Canadian gasped, sinking to his knees and clutching at his head in embarrassment. "Why did you take it from my room…"

The animal tilted his head towards his master obviously feeling the waves of anger and humiliation coming off of him.

Matthew pointed towards the doorway, Gilbert still leaning against its frame. "Get…out…"

Kumajiro lifted himself off the floor, head hanging 'Wh-… Canada…' He moved slowly down the hallway and out of sight.

Prussia cast one last glance at the bear. I…actually feel sorry for the damn thing.

Gilbert stepped forward and kneeled down next to his friend, collecting the scattered pages and piling them neatly. He flipped the book shut, and passed it to its temporary owner. "Here."

Matthew looked up, eyes watery. "I should have told you, eh." He began assisting with the clean up. "It would have made it easier."

"Listen, Birdie, it's fine. I understand~." The albino laughed loudly and nudged the nation with his elbow.

"Sure you do." The Canuck rolled his eyes and looked at the floor. "…I-I'm tired, eh. Let's get out of here."

Why are you so cute? Prussia stood, pulling Canada up with him, making papers drift back onto the floor. "You're too cute when you've been flustered."

"W-what do you mean-"

He was cut off when the Former Nation cupped his face and pressed their lips together softly.

Canada relaxed, pressing himself into the Prussian's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Gilbert smiled against Matthew's lips. "Bed, right?"

As Prussia marched into the bedroom, he began stripping down to his underwear, tossing clothes over his shoulders as he went. Canada followed closely behind, gathering the discarded articles.

"Why do you have to make such a mess? It is my house, eh."

"But!" Gilbert turned and tapped the young nation on the nose with his index finger. "It's an awesome mess."

The Canadian rolled his eyes and tossed the clothing onto the dresser. He sat down heavily on the end of the bed. "I have a lot of cleaning to do tomorrow…"

The albino hurled himself onto his side of the mattress and stretched out. "…Birdie?"

"Yea?"

"Exactly…Why did you borrow it from Alfred?"

The Canuck tensed his shoulders. "Listen…I…I…wanted to impress you."

Gilbert sat up and cocked his head. "Impress…?" Impress… "Wait. Does that make you…a…" Dare I say it? "Virgin?"

Matthew chuckled quietly and lay down, still half off the bed. "I guess you could call it that, eh. I'm…pretty proud of that, considering my…family."

"I always figured…you and Alfr-"

"No!" Canada turned his head and glared angrily at the older man. "We're close…kind of…but not like that, eh!"

The Prussian burst into laughter.

"It's not funny!"

Gilbert grinned. "It's not that, Birdie. You've just…never yelled at me before. It's adorable."

"Shut up Gil." Matthew pouted playfully, then turned to check the clock."3 AM…" He yawned.

Prussia beckoned the Canadian up with a pat on the pillow. "Sleep."

The nation hauled himself up to a comfortable sleeping position, only to be dragged onto Former Nation's wiry chest. The Canuck settled his cheek against the Former Nation's chest and sighed.

"You do know Birdie, if you have any questions…I can help you."

Matthew's face heated up against Gilbert's cool skin. "Shut up…"

They both sat silently together, Canada listening to the Prussian's slow heartbeat, Prussia listening to the Canadian's calm breaths.

Gilbert wrapped his arm over Matthew's shoulders and ran his fingers through his young friends long hair. It…It's so soft… He looked down at the top of Matthew's head. "You know Birdie…I…love you…"

Canada lifted his head high enough to place a light kiss on Prussia's collar bone and lay his head back down. He closed his eyes and smiled. "I love you too…"

Prussia shut his eyes and began drifting off.

Matthew whispered to him, "You do know…you have to take down the birthday banner…"

Shit.

Well...That's it!

Please feel free to review it.

This was my first fic to have been completed, what a good feeling.

Again again guys. Thanks.

Now to find something else to do... -wanders off-