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Matthew is Mine	By : flagfish Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 9688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Aww,” Alfred sighed in resignation, “come here.”
He allowed Matthew to lie against his chest and exhaled softly as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What’s done is done, right?”
Matthew remained very quiet, because he couldn’t think of anything to say other than I’m sorry, and he’d already said that twice, and it felt redundant and useless.
“You really do look cute in that outfit, you know,”
Alfred said softly, and Matthew smiled, quietly whispering back,
“You only think I’m cute because I look like you.”
“Maybe.”
He kissed Matthew’s ear and then, grinning, he whispered,
“Just less awesome.”
Matthew laughed, gently slapping Alfred’s arm.
“You must be cold.”
“Yeah, I think it’s snowing out there—is it snowing?”
Matthew raised his head to look out the window.
“It’s snowing, yeah.”
Very gently, Alfred reached for Matthew’s belt, carefully unfastening the buckle and then beginning to remove his clothes.
“Let’s not get this wrinkled. Wear this again for me the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow?”
“Yeah, cause tomorrow you’re wearing your hockey uniform for me.”
Matthew gazed downward, watching his brother’s large hands at work.
“Tomorrow I’m owning you at hockey.”
“We still doing that?”
“Hell yes we’re still doing that…”
“That so…”
Alfred gently parted Matthew’s red blazer, carefully pulling it off as Matthew helpfully held out his arms.
He felt sad, there formed a nagging emptiness in him he could neither deny nor displace, where there hadn’t been one before. He loved Matthew, he really did, and some part of him felt as though already he’d lost his hold on him.
I have to do something, he thought with quiet determination, realizing that because he’d never asked Matthew to top before, someone else had beat him to it. It was totally England’s fault.
Matthew’s soft hair ruffled as Alfred pulled his undershirt off from him, then he gently tapped him on the knee and smiled, “hey, let me have your foot—”
Matthew lifted his leg so that Alfred could take off his boot, then the other one, then he watched his brother climb slowly off the couch to remove his trousers.
That’s right. Matthew is my kid brother, nobody can take that away.
As Matthew lay against him under the blanket, Alfred gently ran his hands along his naked back, the smooth curve of his behind and then his thighs, and Matthew very gently kissed his neck , arms all around him, eyes closed.
“Know what, to hell with that,”
Alfred whispered at his ear,
“It doesn’t matter if you’ve done this before.”
Very carefully, his teeth closed just at the cartilage shell of Matthew’s ear, and he crooned to him very softly,
“You wanna fuck me, baby brother?”
* * *
“You guys are some of the biggest perverts I know.”
Alfred sat across from Hungary and Taiwan, very seriously gesturing with his hands.
When first he called them up, they thought for sure that he was Matthew, and that Matthew was coming over, and that he’d taken them up on their invitation. But Alfred was just as good. They looked about the same, after all.
“I seriously wish I’d been there at the party when the whole…that…the…but freaking England had to drag me up to the attic, and…”
Taiwan giggled. Hungary held out her hand for a hi-five.
Alfred sighed, cluelessly oblivious to how much the two of them were entertained by this.
“Anyway listen, I need your help…!”
The girls grinned, ever so happy to oblige.
“What were you guys doing up in the attic?”
“Haha! …well, you know Arthur, and what a total pervert he is…”
He had their undivided attention now.
“Anyway, that’s not important—”
“No, no, it is, really.”
“Yeah, it really is.”
“Arthur’s hot.”
“Yeah, I know, right?”
Alfred looked up, gaze alternating between Taiwan and Hungary and back.
“Well, I wouldn’t say hot, I mean…I’m obviously hotter—”
“No, no, you’re hot, too.”
“I know, right!…well—well, anyway, look, it boils down to this—I need your help.”
“Sweet.”
“Yes?”
Alfred stared at them, grinning with absolute determination.
“I’m not perverted enough for Matthew…!”
Silence.
“Elizabeta, pass the M&Ms.”
“Oh, sorry, here.”
“M&Ms…! Can I have some?”
“Oh! Sure, yeah—”
“Right, so—” Alfred sighed at the prospect of the conversation to follow, “as you know, Matthew—he—he did all that stuff—at the party, I mean—”
“Ohhh yeah,”
the girls hi-fived each other again.
“—and basically I need advice on being more…dirty? Because I think maybe that’s what he wants—”
“Nice.”
“Niiice.”
“So you and Matthew….do stuff…?”
“Oh, shit, Taiwan, you didn’t—”
“Shh, shh, let him answer—”
“Well, we—”
“Cause that’s what France said, he was like, does your brother really play with you enough—”
“Oh, that was so hot—”
Alfred gazed up, deflated. “Francis said what?”
“Francis was like—” Hungary didn’t finish her sentence, because it was really quite perverse. She turned to her friend instead, softly whispering, Matthew, you’re so tight, does your brother really play with you enough—
Taiwan gasped, then laughed softly, “Oh—oh yeah…hehe…”
“Hahahaha—what?” Alfred insisted, still grinning, “What did that bastard say?”
“God, he’s so cute right now. He’s getting all jealous like.”
“He—he said you don’t play enough with Canada.”
“Oh! Well we’re playing hockey later today, as a matter of fact—”
“Oh my God, they’re gonna play hockey…! In cute hockey uniforms…”
“I don’t think he meant sports, he meant something more like, you know.”
Silence.
“…oh! Yeah—haha! I guess Francis would mean something profane…”
“So, do you guys play like that, too?”
“Oh my God, Hungary…!”
Alfred gazed up at the girls.
“Well! Yeah, but—”
“Oh! Twincest—”
Taiwan whispered to her friend.
“—but I need your help with ideas on how to be a big, disgusting pervert the way France and Russia are—”
“Oh, hell yes.”
There was something unsettling about the way the ladies responded in approval to this; even an exclamation this brief was, in essence, a first-hand eyewitness account.
“Did…” Alfred reluctantly began, but then looked them both directly in the eye, and, with utmost bravery, he asked aloud,
“Did Matthew like it?”
The girls stared, mouth agape, and then they both burst into a fit of giggling.
“Oh, fuck, he’s just so freaking cute—”
Taiwan nodded.
“Yes….hehe…yes, Matthew liked it…” And then, murmuring aside, “Good thing Belarus wasn’t there, she’s so possessive of Russia…she'd have gone all kinds of psycho on his ass...”
Damn it! Curse that pervert, France; and curse that bastard, Russia; Alfred hated them both in that moment, it hurt him terribly to hear that apparently their unwholesome, un-American obscenity was exactly what his brother liked—
“Japan was really gentle with him, though,” Hungary pointed out.
Alfred blinked.
“Yeah, he was, huh,” Taiwan replied.
“What did you say?”
“Oh, yeah, Kiku was there too, he was really sweet to Matthew.”
“Yeah, and Matthew also liked that.”
“That was also really hot.”
Alfred stared at the girls for a long time.
“Japan? Really…?”
“Yeah, I don’t think he was gonna get involved, but then Francis…”
Hearing this was somehow consoling to Alfred. Maybe if he spoke to Japan—maybe there was a way to get Matthew’s interest back that didn’t involve doing cheapening, degrading stuff like Russia and France—
“Awesome! Thanks, you guys!” he said as he hopped cheerfully off the couch, and the ladies quickly stood up in disapproval,
“You’re leaving?”
“We still—we haven’t given you advice on perverted stuff yet—”
“Yeah, thanks! I think I know just what I’m gonna do.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Can we watch you and Matt make out?”
“…Hungary…!”
“What? Haha, you girls are so funny!”
“Hahahahahaha. Can we?”
“So we can help better.”
“Yep, you bet! See yas!”
“Yesss…”
“Okay! Well, you go on then, and get back to us on that!”
“Don’t forget to get back to us.”
“Yes, it’s important.”
“For helping.”
“Helping, yes.”
On his way back home, Alfred wondered to himself just how his brother had ended up with Japan. Neither of them struck him as particularly self-indulgent, really, they were both quite well-mannered and timid. It didn’t piss him off the way it pissed him off to think of Matthew being made into Ivan and Francis’ plaything, humiliated and degraded that way—
He made a mental note to go and visit Japan, and also once again to go smack up France and Russia—but he had to kick Matthew’s ass at hockey, first.
To be continued…
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