It was late one night and Gilbert, the rowdy prussian, was already fast alseep. A certain yellow bird was cuddled up to his cheek, to keep the little warmth he needed on this night. The window was sitting half open, blowing in freezing wind. 

Gilbert groaned a bit at the occasional large gust of cold air, but Matthew left it open. Yes, Matthew was still up, sitting and holding his knees and looking at the stars he could see from where he was sitting. Just a glance at the scenerio would make you think that these two were already a couple, but that is clearly the wrong Idea. 

This was Matthew's house. This was Matthew's Bed. Gil had been in a small fight with his younger brother and was kicked out the house until Ludwig could calm down. Fortunetly, He had this Canadian next to him as a friend. 

Although, there is no real history between them, Prussia seen him time to time when France had him around him. He can be quite quiet and unnoticable unless he speaks up. After some years, he bumped into him, not seeing him. The usual "I'm sorry's" were presented and the prussian offered a Chance to drink coffee with Matthew, for there was a Cafe not too far from there. 

Months later, They've become great friends and bond of friendship was stronger than any other. And Here we are. On this Cold Night, A sleeping Prussian, and a Canadian staring up the stars.

Matthew can remember the day they shared coffee so cleary...

"So, Got any brothers or sisters..?" Gilbert asked as he tapped his finger on the table, waiting for his coffee. "Yeah, One. His name's Alfred..He's a bit rowdy...but, He's a good brother..Yourself?" Matthew returned the question, waiting for his coffee as well. Gil let out a small laugh. "Ja, Got a bruder. His name's Ludwig. He's..Organized and professional, mature we could say. " The waitress came over, handing us our coffee cups. Gilbert blew on his drink a bit then taking a sip. "You know, Matthew, You're such a  intresting, friendly guy. How come you don't have all too many friends?" 

"I ask myself the same question."  The canadian replied, Taking a sip himself. 

"That's a shame. If people got to know you more, they would love to be your friend."

"Hmm..." Matthew messed with the cup a bit. "We're friends, right?"

"We can be. Do you want to be my friend?"

"....Of course."

It was such a lovely day. Matthew peered up at the sky again, spotting a shooting star. He loved making wishes. He would always do it as a child, and still does it to this day.

Oh, What to wish for. Nothing too cliché.

Not fame, not money, Nothing like that.

He glace at Gil once more.

Perhaps...Love maybe?

A confession should be made to clear things up. With the usual hangouts, the jokes, the stories, the friendship, and helping each other, Matthew...

Matthew started to fall in love with him.