Frustrated

Let's see if I can do this in one.
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Matthieu huddled behind the legs of his guardian as a white haired man approached them. Francis had his arms open in greeting to the man when he felt the tiny hands of his colony clutch at his pants.
"Oh, mon chou. It is alright. Gilbert here is Papa's friend. He will not hurt you."
Matthieu looks up to his Papa, tears welling in his eyes and making them water.
"Oui..."
"Hey Francis! So this your kid?" The albino had gotten closer and was now crouched down in front of Francis and Matthieu. He gave a friendly smile and held out his hand. When Matthieu simply shrunk further behind Francis' legs he pursed his lips then smiled more broadly and turned his hand palm up. With a slight whistle a small yellow chick flew up from behind him and landed on his palm. It tilted its head curiously at the tiny blonde huddle behind the adult.
"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. This is Gilbird. He's my friend."
Seeing the little bird had Matthieu cautiously coming out from behind Francis. He slowly reached out a hand and ran a finger over the birds soft feathers. Letting loose a smile he giggles as they tickle his fingertips. He giggles even more when the chick hops from Gilbert's hand to Matthieu's shoulder and nuzzles him. Gilbert smiles widely at the adorable picture the little blonde makes with Gilbird.
No longer scared of the older man Matthieu glances up at him, smiling. When he sees Gilbert smiling he feels a pleasant warm tingle spread out from his chest.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Over the next several years and decades Gilbert came by frequently to visit and Matthieu eventually was able to identify that warm feeling he always got around the other man. Even if he was still in the body of a child he was still centuries old and thus knew about love. And that's what the feeling was. He never let on to GIlbert his affection though. Afraid the other man would not accept him since he was only a colony.
When France lost the Seven years war to England though and England demanded Canada be handed over as reparations Matthieu was very upset. He was upset to loose his Papa and upset that he may never see Gilbert again.
Arthur changed his name to Matthew and insisted that he speak English when he was around even though he allowed the colonists to speak whatever language they choose. He did still see Gilbert but those times were far and few between, especially since it seemed that Arthur seemed to start forgetting he had another North American colony. Once America began his revolution Arthur's visits became even rarer and visits from other nations were non-existant.
Matthew grew up during this time, but he never forgot about Gilbert. The feeling when he thought of Gilbert often led to pangs of regret for never speaking of his feelings to the older nation. Maybe if he had...
When Canada was granted its independence from England Matthew felt a sudden lightness at the thought that he could finally confess his feelings to the one he loved. However fate was not so kind. His joy at being his own nation was dampened when he remembered that Gilbert was locked behind the Iron Curtain. There was no way for the two to have a meeting. Even after the Soviet Union fell Matthew still could not bring himself to say anything to the white haired nation. He saw him at meetings but he hardly seemed the same person Matthew had met all those years ago when he had hid behind France. Matthew blamed the Russian for breaking the spirit of his love and was always just a tad harsher on the man when they would face off on the ice because of it.
After several years Matthew eventually decided to try something. At the very least he hoped to bring a genuine smile to Gilbert's face. So on April Fool's Day he made a trip over to Germany's house and knocked on the door. He wore a shy smile when the door was opened and revealed Gilbert. After a bit of small talk he held out a bottle of maple syrup to the albino telling him it would bring happiness to those that ate it. With some reluctance Gilbert had taken the bottle and the two had said their farewells.
After that meeting Matthew had found it a rare thing not to wake up to the knocking of the Prussian on his door asking for more syrup. It was early on in this routine that Matthew had sat the man down and made him try the syrup on his home made pancakes. This went over very well and there was no stopping the albino after that.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It had been over six months since Matthew had taken Gilbert the bottle of maple syrup and to say that Matthew was growing frustrated with how things were going would have been a vast understatement. Oh don't get him wrong, he loved the company. He loved how energetic Gilbert had gotten since the two had begun to hang out. But, and it was a big but, it seemed Gilbert only thought of him as a close friend. He'd see him flirt with other nations or even humans when they were hanging out but Matthew never got any of that attention. He had tried being flirtatious around the other but he didn't seem to notice. In all honesty he had done everything except shout in the Prussian's face his affection for the man.
So here Matthew stood, once again making pancakes for Gilbert and himself at the other's insistence. Gilbert had recently been introduced to the glory that was hockey and was over for a game. Matthew himself was excited for the game and not just because of his company. He had a plan, tonight he was going to get the albino if it was the last thing he did. Ok, so Matthew conceded to himself that sounded a bit harsh but tonight was going to be a good night. He could just feel it.
Flipping the last of the pancakes onto a plate Matthew grabs the maple syrup and the plate of pancakes and heads out to the living room where Gilbert was already settled with a beer in hand and the TV on to the pre-game.
"You are awesome Mattie!" Gilbert smiles and sits up a bit to dig into his share. He looks a bit confused though as Matthew sits down with only the one plate being set on the table before them. "Hey Mattie, why is there only one plate?"
"Oh, cause I only had two hands and needed one to carry the maple syrup with." He pulls out the two forks. "I figured it would be ok if we just shared."
Gilbert looks away to hide the blush he knows is springing to his cheeks. Matthew wanted to share. Sure they'd have their own forks but still.
"Uh, sure, that sounds fine."
They pour on some maple syrup and begin eating. Eventually the game comes on and the two cheer on the Canadian team as they face off against the Americans. The game was close but in the end the Canadians won leaving Matthew feeling even better about his plans for the night.
He carefully glances over at Gilbert to see that the strong German beer he had been drinking had made him a bit tipsy. He wasn't drunk, no Matthew had been sure the albino hadn't gotten drunk, but he would probably be more willing to tell Matthew if he felt the same way. Flipping off the TV Matthew turns to face Gilbert.
When the Tv is turned off Gilbert blinks and then turns to face his Canadian friend. Seeing a strange look on his friend's face he squirms a bit in his seat on the couch.
"That was a good game. You really showed those Americans."
Matthew shrugs, "Eh, it was nothing. The American teams are mostly made up of Canadians anyway." Matthew shifted and slide a little closer to Gilbert.
"Hey Gilbert."
Gilbert nearly freaks out when he sees Matthew move to sit closer to him. What happened to the shy little wallflower he was used to hanging out with! This new Matthew seemed to have a strange spark in his eyes and was he leaning closer?
"Uh yeah Mattie?"
Matthew leans closer to the albino so he is nearly hovering over him as Gilbert leans back against the arms of the couch.
"Would you like to help me celebrate?" Matthew by this point had gotten close enough that his mouth was right next to Gilbert's ear as he said the final word of his question. "Properly?"
Gilbert nearly chokes on the air he is breathing at the tone his friend is using. What the hell! This couldn't be the same kid he'd been hanging out with for the past several months. Could it?
"Uh, well." He turns his head and his gaze meets that of a violet eyed predator and he can't hold back a shiver at the hungary look he sees there. Maybe this was all his imagination, he had had quite a bit to drink.
"Gilbert." His tone is breathy and wanting and oh god if it didn't go straight to Gilbert's groin.
"M Mattie. Hey, you ok?"
The question seemed to throw the Canadian for a loop and he suddenly pulls back sitting back on the couch, still close to the albino but giving him space to breath. His expression had also gone from wanting and predatory to slightly pissed off in the time it took him to pull back.
"I'm fine, lets just go up to bed, eh?"
Not waiting for a response Matthew gets up and heads up the stairs to his room.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Later that night Matthew was laying awake in his bed and glaring at the ceiling. He had been so obvious about what he wanted! Why didn't the Albino say anything. Instead he had just asked if he was ok. Rolling over onto his side he brings his hands up to rub at his hair in frustration. Honestly you would think he would have jumped him a lot sooner than this given his reputation for seizing 'vital regions'. That thought had Matthew sitting up slightly. Gilbert spent a lot of time around Francis but Francis had never talked about them doing more than going out drinking. One would not find this strange if not for the fact that Matthew was often told of his Papa's conquests whether he wanted to hear about them or not, He knew for fact that Francis and Antonio had gone at it a few times. So why not Gilbert? Furrowing his brow and frowning Matthew found himself getting up and heading for his bedroom door. Time to throw subtlety out the window and just flat out tell the albino how he felt. If he was right about the Prussian this may be the only way to get results.
Matthew made his way down the hall and stopped at the door to his guest room. Pausing for only a moment he pushes the door open and peeks in. There laying on the guest bed was Gilbert. He stirred as the door opened and turned his head toward the door.
"Mattie?" His voice was drowsy and Matthew felt slightly guilty for waking the man.
"Yeah Gil, its me. Sorry to wake you."
"No, its ok. Did you need something?"
Swallowing the lump in his throat Matthew steps into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Yeah, actually its something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."
Another step closer and Gilbert sits up.
"Well what is it then?"
Matthew steps over to the bed and sits down next to Gilbert.
"I," He swallows again. Why couldn't this just be easy? Just flat out saying it should not be this hard. "I," Gilbert was giving him a confused look as he continued to struggle with speaking. Growing more and more frustrated with himself Matthew nearly screams out. "Ah screw it!" Leaning forward he reaches out and pulls Gilbert forward into a searing kiss. He pulls the two even closer and tangles his hand in the back of Gilbert's hair as his tongue seeks entrance into the other's mouth.
Gilbert just takes it all in shock. This was the last thing he was expecting and his face burns in embarrassment. When he feels Matthew's tongue trying to force its way into his mouth he lets his lips part and accepts the slippery muscle. He feels Matthew wrap his other arm around his waist and feels himself being pulled bodily onto the lap of the other man.
When Matthew pulls back to let them both breathe he looks at Gilbert with half lidded eyes and instantly has to force back a groan at the reddened face of the Prussian on his lap.
"Matt?"
"I've wanted that for a long time."
Gilbert's blush intensifies as he squirms a bit on Matthew's lap. He's not really trying to get off, but he seems a bit uncomfortable.
"Why?"
Matthew blinks at the response. "Because I like you." Why was it so easy to say now? "I think I've always liked you." Matthew leans in and gives the albino another kiss, this one more gentle. "Do you like me too?" Matthew looks Gilbert in the eyes as he waits for a response.
"I," Gilbert swallows, "I like you to Mattie. Its just..." His blush deepens and Matthew raises an eyebrow in question as the albino trails off. It was so strange to see Gilbert being shy.
"Gilbert? Haven't you ever..."
Unable to speak his answer Gilbert shakes his head.
"I could have sworn though. Aren't you supposed to be the mighty 'invader of vital regions'?"
"I, come on Mattie I used to be very Catholic. You know the order of St. Mary, the Tuetonic Knights. Even if I went to war often and fought a lot of battles I never took it that far."
Matthew pulls Gilbert to him, holding him gently. "So you saw it as a sin and you couldn't bring yourself to sin?"
Gilbert nods but stops halfway through it. "But Mattie, you're different."
Matthew looks Gilbert in the face again. "What do you mean?" He was genuinely confused. Afterall it seemed the only one Gilbert didn't flirt with was himself.
"Uh well, you just are."
"Gilbert I've seen you flirt with everyone but me. And when ever I tried being subtle about my feelings you seemed to not notice. At all." Matthew tried to keep himself from pouting but still felt his bottom lip jut out slightly.
"Wait, you've been flirting with me?"
"Yes Gilbert. I was practically jumping you earlier when I asked you to celebrate with me."
Gilbert blinks and thinks back to earlier that night and his eyes widen substantially. "That's what you were asking!"
"Yes Gilbert."
"Sorry."
Matthew rests his chin on Gilbert's shoulder and sighs. "You would think you would have gotten it given how much time you've spent with Francis."
"Uh actually I try not to pay much attention to Francis when he's flirting."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I guess that's why I could never pick up on those things."
"And you never even noticed how often you just flirt with everyone else then."
"Uh no, I didn't."
Suddenly Gilbert found himself getting swung and pushed around till his back as on the bed and he was staring up at Matthew who hovered over him.
"Then I suppose you're going to have to owe me an apology for making me so jealous all this time."
"Wait! Jealous?" Gilbert didn't get a chance to elaborate on his surprise as he once again found Matthew's mouth latched onto his with a tongue probing inside his mouth greedily. Gilbert's hands fisted against Matthew's bare chest and for the first time that night he realized that both had only been wearing their boxers for the duration of their conversation so far. Matthew ran one hand up and down Gilbert's side eliciting shivers of pleasure from the man beneath him. Pressing in closer to Gilbert Matthew brings his other hand down to the band of Gilbert's boxers, resting it there. Gilbert lets loose a gasp when he feels Matthew press their groins together, allowing him to feel the hardened length of his partner.
Pulling back for breath Matthew gives Gilbert barely a chance to recover before descending to the pale neck and biting, licking and sucking. He can feel himself grow harder at the wonderful sounds he is drawing out from the albino and continues, moving lower.
"M mattie!"
Matthew had made it to Gilbert's nipples and was toying with them with his tongue. Teasing the perk peaks to hardness. Moving lower he lets his two hands grip Gilbert's boxers pulling them down and then off.
Once free from the confines of his boxers GIlbert groans and looks down his body to the blonde kneeling between his thighs. He watches as Matthew wraps a large slender hand around his length and holds back a moan at the contact. It isn't long before Matthew is lower his head to lick and suck Gilbert into his mouth. Bobbing his head he takes more of the length until it is brush the back of his throat. Swallowing he takes it deeper until he is nuzzling the short white hairs of the other's nether regions.
Matthew reaches a hand down and palms himself through his own shorts and lets out a gentle moan. The vibrations were too much for Gilbert and with a short chocked cry he spills himself into Matthew's mouth. Swallowing and lapping up all of the white liquid Matthew sits up and gives Gilbert a half lidded stare before reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube.
"What the hell Mattie? You didn't plan this did you?"
Uncapping the bottle Matthew just smirks. "Not exactly. I knew I was going to go for it tonight so I made sure that where ever we ended up we would be prepared."
"Mein gott, you are Francis' kid aren't you?"
"Never said I wasn't."
Without further delay Matthew squeezed out a generous amount of lube and spread it over his fingers before leaning forward to press a kiss to Gilbert's mouth as his fingers caressed the tight hole without penetrating.
With a soft mewl from Gilbert he gently slides one finger through, slowly moving it in and out. It isn't long before it is joined by a second finger and Matthew scissors his fingers, stretching and probing his soon to be lover. When he adds a third finger he finally manages to find the bundle of nerves that has Gilbert arching his back off the bed, mouth open in silent scream.
Matthew presses another kiss to Gilbert's lips as he pulls his fingers out. He quickly removes his boxers and tosses them aside before grabbing the bottle of lube. Squeezing a generous amount onto his hand Matthew slicks up his member before positioning it at Gilbert's entrance. He looks down at Gilbert, asking for permission.
"Ju just do it."
Nodding and smiling Matthew leans forward to press another kiss to Gilbert's lips. "Relax, it won't hurt as much."
Matthew begins to push in and he sees Gilbert's face twist in pain at the gentle invasion. Grabbing his partner's stiff member in his hand he strokes it gently as he pushes further in. He continues like this until he feels himself seated fully within his lover. Stilling himself he leans down and wraps his arms around Gilbert as he adjusts to the feeling of being penetrated.
After a short while Gilbert experimentally bucks his hips, signally Matthew to move. At first the pace is slow and steady. As hard as it is for the Canadian he holds himself back as he pushes and pulls, probing for that one spot.
"Oh Gott, Mattie!"
At Gilbert's cry Matthew makes to push into that same spot each time and picking up his pace.
"Nngh Gil."
Matthew resumes pumping his hand on Gilbert's cock as he leans forward for another kiss. The two moan and mewl. Panting in the effort given by both. Eventually though the sensations are too much for the albino and with a breathless cry he cums. Gilbert's tensing during his orgasm cause Matthew to spill his seed into the other and he nearly collapses atop the him.
Mindful to pull out Matthew shifts so that he is only laying half on his partner, pulling him close and snuggling into him.
"Mmm. Good thing we don't have anything planned tomorrow, eh?"
"Ye yeah. Gott Mattie, where did you learn to do all of that?"
Matthew doesn't answer just kisses Gilbert's temple. "I'll tell you in the morning, too tired to talk right now."
Gilbert chuckles but cuddles up to his Canadian and sighs as sleep takes him.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Ve~ so that's something I've wanted to write for a while. I love when Canada tops, so hot~ Let me know what you think, review.