I posted this on tumblr earlier but I decided to also post it here bc wtfn eh? The whole thing (Photo included) is on my blog, zheinvisiblemathew. Search under Laundry day for better results. 

Pairings: Prucan

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Matthew had been nothing but helpful toward Gilbert since he broke his leg. The blonde forced himself awake as soon as light filled the sky despite normally not waking up until noon, cooked every meal from pancakes to poutine, never ordering out no matter how tired he was, and he even did the housework. Matthew worked so hard to keep Gilbert from hurting himself any more than he already had that the German almost thought romantic intentions were involved. But no. The two were only roommates. They had been for three years and they would be indefinitely. Matthew probably had no intentions of taking it any further.

Crush or not, Gil still felt indebted to his Canadian friend.

One morning he awoke to a silent house and climbed out of bed to investigate. He considered himself a master of crutches by then, making it to Matthew's room with no problems at all. The blonde was sleeping, curled up on his side, hair flying out in all directions, mouth slightly agape. His glasses were perched on his nightstand, crooked and off to the side.

This was his chance.

Gilbert decided to try cooking first. But he didn't even get to the part where he collected the ingredients. He had no idea what to make. Mattie loved pancakes but there was no way he could ever live up to his roommate's pancake making skills. Bacon and eggs just weren't awesome enough. And forget about cereal and toast. Matthew deserved the best.

But he couldn't just leave the blonde to make breakfast on his own. He called Matthew's cousin, Francis, to bring something he cooked.

However, simply calling an old friend up wasn't enough effort for Gilbert to flaunt. He had to think of something else. He wouldn't stand a chance washing the floors or windows, sweeping and vacuuming were out of the question too, and all the other housework had already been done the day before.

Everything except for...

That's it! The laundry!

He managed well, dragging the laundry basket out of their shared bathroom and setting it up on the dryer. Things were starting to look up.

After he finished unloading the clothes into the washer, things started to go wrong. He had set his crutches against the wall, intending to use the washer as support. But as he was reaching across for the settings dial, his hand slipped and he started tumbling downward.

Luckily a single arms caught him around the waist, keeping him from hitting the floor.

"What do you think you're doing, b'y?" Matthew's expression was one of worry. Gilbert felt a guilty sourness churning in his stomach.

"I vas trying to help jou out..." He insisted.

"Helping me out? What would have happened if you fell again. I don't want to see you injured anymore than you have to be." The Canadian had the beginnings of tears in his eyes.

Gilbert swallowed. "Matt...Vhy have jou been doing so much for me over zhe past few veeks?"

"Because I want to see you get better, Gil. I want to see you go jogging with your brother on Saturday mornings and I know how much you love to dance. You deserve to get back to those things as soon as possible." Matthew whispered.

"Mattie, I-"

"And besides," He continued. "I like you, Gilbert. I have since the moment Francis introduced us."

Gilbert felt a blush rise on his cheeks. "You do?"

"Yeah. Je t'aime."

"Ich liebe dich auch." The German let Matthew's arm move from his lower back to his upper. Those soft canadian lips fell onto his and they kissed.

Matthew tasted like maple with a hint of an unpredictable future for them both.

And Gilbert liked that flavour more than any pancakes either of them could produce.

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