"Gil?"

"Ja?"

"Good morning~"

"Mmm, Guten Morgen..." Gilbert rolls about lazily in the bed, "Uhh, too tight--"

"Hmm?" Matthew hugs his partner a bit tighter,

"Oh you playful little birdie ... ARRGH!~" Gil playfully attacks the other and hugged him back,

The two giggled and frolicked in their bed as the sun's morning rays shines though their glass window.

"Let's just take a bath.." Mattie gasps for breath, he's a little suffocated by Gil's lover's wrestle. He sits at the edge of the bed, breathing in and out.

"You go first." he plants a kiss on his bare back, his skin was pale but so soft and warm.

"Gil..." Mattie sighs, "These last days, you didn't went to bath with me anymore... what's wrong?"

"What, do you want to go to a bath with me?" Gil playfully purrs as he fondles the Canadian's hair.

"Oh, shut up.. I'll go first then!" his snicker trails off as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Kesesese!~" Gil rolls across the bed in laughter.

A few minutes later, Mattie came out only with a towel covering his lower body. He grabs his red flannel shirt and signaled Gil to go next with a look. Gil gets the message right away and hurriedly enters the bathroom and locked. Usually, Gil would  leave the door unlocked saying that 'Mein birdie is ready to enter anytime, eyyy?', but today, it's the opposite. This intrigues the Canadian to no end...

Never minding the weird actions of Gilbert, he had prepared them a Canadian breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup.

"Gil?" he calls out, "Breakfast is ready! How long are you going to stay in the shower?"

"I'll be there in a minute!!" *crash* *clank* *thud*

"What in maple's name is he doing in there?"

"AWESOME!" Gil yells as he came out of the room with unbottomed shirt and unfastened belt.

"The AWESOME pancakes!~" Gil sits down and sips his coffee as he wafted the freshly made warm pancakes in front of him, "Put zhe maple syrup of heaven in!~"

Matthew giggles as he squeezed the bottle, the syrup droops along from the butter to the last stack of pancake with Gil moaning in pleasure in the whole scene.

"Eat up now, you'll be late for work." the Canadian sits down across him as he ate his meal.

"Ja."

A few minutes later, they finish their typical yet delightful Canadian breakfast.

Before he goes, Gil would always stood in front of their big mirror just beside their front door to do some final touches of his office uniform.

Mattie then interrupted and fixed his tie for him,

"Ich liebe dich, Mattie."

"Je t'aime aussi, Gil."

They exchange kisses before Gil leaves.

"Buenos días, Gilberto!" his co-worker and friend greets him as Gil made his way to his office, the Spanish then follows him.

"Ah! Guten Morgen, Antonio." he smiles,

They both sit inside their cubicles, their office were just across each other.

"How was you morning Gilberto?"

"Fine! I and Mattie are as AWESOME as ever!"

"Good!"

"How's you're Lovi?"

"He's still as grumpy as ever, but it's cute!~ Buhyoooo~" Antonio squeals in delight,

"Stop that, you sound like a pedo."

"Haha." the Spaniard flatly laughs,

"Go back to work!" a yell deafened them, "Stop taking and stalling, we have a schedule to catch!" they were unfortunate with a one hell of a grumpy boss.

Everyone then worked faster with mouths shut.

The day ended well and it was time for Gil to go home. They exchange goodbyes with his Spaniard friend and walked his way to the street to hail a taxi. ...

The city lights glows through the car window as he observed the busy sidewalks and buildings still open and alive.

He pass by a cinema, he stretches out a smile,

"Birdie! Let's watch zhe AWESOME movie! I just bought tickets for two!

"Really? Yay!~ What movie are we going to watch?"

"Some horror thing I don't know"

"What?! No!"

"Aww~ C'mon!"

Gil laughs as the memory floods his mind, softly giggling and snorting in amusement.

His eyes then catches a certain familiar restaurant,

"Let's try some British cuisine!"

"No, that is a bad idea, Gil!"

"Just this once? Ja?"

"Trust me, I was raised by an English mother, and I tell you, 'just like my mother cooks it' applies to me as a terrible burnt meal."

"Eh? Who cooks for your family then?"

"My father, he's French."

"AWESOME! But, I wanted to test for myself!~"

"Alright .. If that's what you want... I already warned you!"

"AWESOME! Challenge accepted!"

Gilbert giggles louder as he tried to remember the taste of the terrible English meal they had that night, and that was on their Valentines date.

He soon arrives his home,

"Sir, are you okay?" the taxi driver askes with a worried tone,

"Of course! I was laughing on my own earlier, ja? I just remembered some funny things... Sorry."

"No... That's not what--"

"Danke!" Gil then hurriedly walked out the taxi.

He enters the house, only to be greeted by a soft scent of wurst, "Mmmm, yaaassss..." he moans,

"Welcome home! Good evening!~" a sweet voice rings from the kitchen.

"Guten abend! And, is that wurst?" Gil made his way to him and hugged him from behind.

"Yes, I hope I get this right." Mattie sighs, looking at a cookbook.

"You always do, you're a great cook! You nail every cuisine: German, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, French... You're AWESOME!" he plants a kiss on Mattie's back,

 And with a flick of a wrist, Gil presents a fresh red rose, to which Mattie reacts with a blush. He froze and then suddenly laughs,

"Thank you!" he accepts the flower and put it on an empty vase in the dining table.

"Aww~ Mein Birdie is AWESOME and CUTE!~"

A sudden pain stings Gil's chest. His vision flickers and stumbles,

"Gil!" Mattie catches him with both hands, "What's wrong? Hey!" the Canadian panics, he doesn't get a response from his partner.

Mattie shakes him for a bit, still no response. The German just stared at the other with sleepy and tired eyes as he sluggishly tried to support himself,

He took Gil to a couch and frantically unbuttons his shirt to let him breath easier, a basic first aid you would give to a fainting person.

"I'm fine... Mattie..." he stood up, he somehow managed only with shaky legs,

"A-Are you sure?" Mattie stammers, frozen in a panic.

"I'm just tired, it was a long day.. Hehe." he squeezed out an assuring smile to go along with his weak voice. "I am AWESOME!"

"Just go to bed, I'll serve you dinner there." Mattie sighs,

Gil breaths were shallow and he still feels a bit dizzy. He's comfy in the bed with his Mattie beside, helping him to eat.

The Canadian brings the spoon to his mouth, Gil smiles and looked at him deep in the eyes. Mattie reacts with a blush,

"E-Eat now before it gets cold." he stutters, flustered by the German's ruby red eyes on him.

Gil opens his mouth, let the hot slice of wurst in and chewed, "It's delicious! AWESOME!~"

"Thanks, and please, stop talking to much, eh?" Mattie chuckles, trying to relieve the trauma.

After Gil finished his meal and took some analgesics, Mattie then washed the dishes and took a warm bath before joining his love in bed.

"Sleep now, you need a lot of rest." he cooed to his sick partner as he plants a kiss on his forehead, "Oh God, you're so cold!" he gasps,

"It's just a little thing to worry about you know?" Gil smiles,

"But--"

"Shhhh..." the German interrupts him by putting his finger between Mattie's lips, "I'm fine."

Mattie did not hesitate anymore.

They both fell asleep, locked in a tight and warm embrace.

The next morning came ...

"Good morning Mr. Beilschimdt." his boss sighs, "Can you explain why you're late today?"

"I was down with a mild fever just this last evening."

His boss leans closer, they were talking in Gilbert's cubicle. Putting his palm against the nervous German, "I see. How about a break? You need some rest, go home."

"S-Sir? You mean it?" he was stunned by the words, he did not see that coming!

"Yes." his boss nodded,

"Thank you Mr. Zwingli, sir!" he broadly smiles and left his office with delight. Sick leaves are AWESOME!

Before going back to his lover's arms, he stops by a small flower shop he knows do well...

"I need something big and AWESOME! Can you do that for me?" he orders,

"Sure!~ Ve~" the Italian gleefully picked some roses, and some cornflowers to add a decorative touch.

While he was working, another Italian joins, "Ah! Potato bastard! Shit-face said it's on him, so you don't have to pay."

"Aw, Lovi, c'mon, I work this shitty job so that I could pay for my Birdie's gifts, ja? Tell him 'thank you' for me instead." he chuckles as he scratches the back of his neck,

"Whatever." Lovi sighs and rolls his eyes,

"PASTAAA~" the florist hands him the beautiful bouquet, "Isn't it lovely?~"

"It's AWESOME!~ Danke, Feli!" he happily accepts and waved goodbye, "Until next time!~"

"Gilbert's been buying flowers everyday." Feli stares at the Prussian, "Why do you think so, Lovi?"

"I don't give a shit.." Lovi just scoffs,

"Gil?" Mattie gasps, "They're beautiful!" he didn't even asked why he's home early,

"Ich liebe dich." Gil blushes,

"What's the occasion?" he held the enormous bouquet in his arms, "You're early! It's still 9 in the morning!"

"I got excused! And, I just wanted to give you something, ja? Is that wrong?" Gil playfully pouts,

"No! I-I think it's sweet! Thank you~" Mattie sighs, he kisses his partner in exchange, "Je t'aime..." he whispers,

Gil gently pushes the tomato-red Matthew in the couch. They both lay down and entangle in an embrace

"Everyday, I love you, mein Birdie."