Ding!

The elevator doors slid open and Matthew stepped out of the elevator and into his office, Tim was waiting there with a woman. The woman had short, pale blonde hair and had blue eyes. She wore the usual business attire and a headband. Matthew could have sworn she wore a top that was a size smaller, her breasts looked gigantic. Matthew wondered why he was looking at her chest in the first place, causing a blush to creep on his face, and then his thoughts were interrupted by Tim.

"This is Irunya Braginski, she's just transferred here from Ukraine, so she doesn't know much English," Tim said nodding his head towards Irunya. "She'll be your partner until she's transferred to our building down the street, so treat her well, understand?"

"O-oh…okay, understood," Matthew stuttered. He couldn't stop looking at Irunya's face, it was plain, yet he could see so much kindness. And meanwhile, Tim's eyes kept wandering over to her breasts rather than to Matthew.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Williams. I look forward to working together with you," she bowed politely. Matthew was quite surprised at her manners, he hasn't been treated politely since…well, he never really got any respect.

"Please, just call me Matthew," he said and showed his kindest smile, something he hasn't shown in a while.

"Well then, I have a meeting to attend to," Tim said as he glanced at his watch. "I expect you two to get along and that there will be no difficulties. Now, if you'll excuse me." He made his way past Matthew and to the elevator.

The two stood there in silence for a few minutes before Matthew spoke up (which even he thought was surprising.) "I know a nice, quiet café where we can chat, would you like to go there and talk business?" he said rather awkwardly.

"Oh, yes. That'd be delightful, thank you." Irunya's smile was very sweet and full of warmth; Matthew thought she might have been photo shopped.

And so, they drove in Matthew's car to the café down the block.

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"Hey…do you think Mattie's pregnant?"

Lovino almost choked on the coke he was drinking when hearing this. Gilbert leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as the three men beside him stared at him with shock written all over their faces.

"Mon ami, I doubt that Matthew is pregnant," Francis said, casting a worried look at Gilbert.

"Yeah, but he's acting like he's on his period!" Gilbert whined, earning more worried looks.

"Gilbert…you realize that Matthew's a man, right?" Antonio asked.

"Yeah, I've seen his naked body enough times to confirm that, Antonio," Gilbert rolled his eyes. This sent a pang to Lovino's heart, but he ignored it.

"Gilbert, is there something happening between you and Matthew?" Francis held his worried gaze on Gilbert.

Gilbert sighed and walked over to the fridge to pull out a beer. "It's like he…doesn't love me anymore," Gilbert pouted.

"I've gotta use your bathroom, where is it?" Lovino asked, his voice cracking a little.

"Oh, down the hall, third door to the right," replied Gilbert as he popped the cap off his bottle of beer.

Lovino walked (very quickly) to the bathroom, and almost mistook the linen closet for the bathroom. Once he was in the bathroom, he locked the door behind him and made his way to the sink. He cuffed his hands under the running tap and brought the water that was gathered to his face, getting a little water up his nose, but he didn't care at the moment.

Were Gilbert and Matthew's relationship that deep? Were they dating the whole five years that Lovino was gone? He didn't know. He didn't want to think about it anymore, so he washed his face to rid his head of useless thoughts like those.

He suddenly paused; face still cuffed in his hands, when he got an idea.

I'll just find myself someone to get my mind off of him, it worked plenty times before… though it never really did; it just made himself more busy with that relationship than his crush.

He thought about someone he could go for, though there weren't many options, since he didn't know too many people. There was Tim, but the guy's face was way too strict for Lovino to kiss it. There was Afonso, which Lovino would consider, if it weren't for the little time he had on his hands, since he owned a farm. He could go for Michelle, she was cute, but she was really close to Francis and smelled a bit like fish. He thought about asking Natalia out on a date, but she was over-the-top obsessed with Ivan.

He was stumped, it seemed like there was nobody he was interested in - other than Gilbert. But unfortunately, he couldn't have Gilbert.

Lovino sighed and unlocked the door, opening it to see Antonio standing at the doorway. He had a look in his eyes that said 'I'm here for you, but right now, I've gotta pee.' Lovino let Antonio into the bathroom and made his way back to Gilbert and Francis.

However, when he got back to the kitchen, there was no longer a Gilbert or a Francis there. Weird, he wasn't in the bathroom that long. Where could they have gone?

"Ow!" Lovino yelped when he felt something small hit his lower back. He spun around to see Francis holding a Nerf gun, looking disappointed, but smiling.

"Aww, it missed," Francis pouted. Clearly, he was aiming for Lovino's ass.

"What the fuck?" Lovino stared at Francis with an annoyed look.

Suddenly, another Nerf bullet hit the back of his head. Lovino spun around once again to see Gilbert, wearing the usual smirk, and then spun around once again when he was hit with yet another Nerf bullet; it was Antonio who shot that one. Lovino was shot with what seemed like hundreds of Nerf bullets until the three shooters had run out of the little foam bullets.

Lovino looked like he would explode into billions of pieces out of anger. "What the fuck are you idiots thinking?" he said, his voice obviously filled with irritation.

"Awww, we're just having a little fun, Lovi~" Gilbert's grin ate all the shit in the room. And while he was wearing that shit-eating grin, he made his way over to Lovino, a skip in his step. He had secretly picked up a bullet off the floor and loaded it into his Nerf gun. He held the barrel of the gun to Lovino's head, bullet ready and finger over the trigger. "Any last words, Vargas?"

He didn't have any 'last words', just last actions – which would be his middle finger, in Gilbert's face. Gilbert laughed at this playfully, and then pulled the trigger.

Lovino made a "gah!" sound, held the side of his head with his hand, and fell to the floor dramatically. "I've been shot! Tell the ladies I loved them!" He then dropped his head and stuck out his tongue, playing dead.

"He's dead! Let's go grab some grub and celebrate!" Antonio frowned when Gilbert said this. "Oh come on, Toni, I was just joking! JK! JK," Gilbert threw his hands up in defeat, but he still wore his grin.

Francis poked Lovino's face, perverted thoughts already dancing around his mind. But Lovino didn't move. Francis poked him once again, yet he still didn't move. Now, usually Lovino would freak out about Francis touching him. So why wasn't he freaking out now? Last time anyone checked, Lovino didn't have a mute button.

Francis leaned in close and whispered in Lovino's ear: "I guess I'll take advantage of this situation, honhonhon~" Lovino still didn't budge. Francis tilted his head slightly, confused. He poked Lovino's face again, yet Lovino still didn't move.

"Franny, you gotta be creative!" Gilbert crouched down next to Lovino's unmoving body and reached out his hand, grabbing Lovino's hair curl and tugging on it.

Lovino shot up with a (totally manly) shriek. Gilbert laughed out loud and kept tugging on Lovino's curl - and, much to Lovino's dismay, Antonio and Francis joined in the laughing. Lovino's face was bright red and he was covering his – ahem – vital regions. He cursed his hair curl for having such powers.

"D'aww, what's wrong, Mr. Dead Guy?" Gilbert smirked, rubbing Lovino's curl between his thumb and forefinger. Lovino shuddered and bit his lip, refusing to let out those damn moans.

Francis sighed. "So much unresolved sexual tension between you two," he muttered under his breath. Antonio also sighed and nodded his head.

"Hm? What'd you two say?" Gilbert turned his head to look at the two, not letting go of Lovino's curl.

"Nothing~" they chimed in unison, smiling like idiots.

Gilbert simply let it pass, no matter how much he wanted to know what they had said. He tugged once more on Lovino's curl before letting go – and this time, he tugged hard.

Lovino let out a moan at the tug, silencing the room and causing the three other men to stare at him. He quickly covered his mouth with a hand, blushing furiously and looking away.

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A/N: Das all, folks. *Does the Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show ending* Yeah…kinda just wanted to get this up and done ;3; no other ideas for this chapter. BLAME MY WRITER'S BLOCK.