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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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The second party was to take place at Francis' house, for the simple reason that he among everyone else had likely the most extravagant kitchen, equipped with state-of-the-art culinary devices to prepare food that would compensate for the fact that there really would be no alcohol allowed.
There was a very clear indication that the event was intended quite explicitly for show, largely for the benefit of the ladies, but, secretly, Alfred had planned it because he hoped that, sober, Matthew would ultimately opt out, his curiosity would wane, and the entire episode would be behind them.
Accustomed to planning and leading events, he had worked out the logistics plenty in advance, aided by a small committee of women as to develop it according to their specifications, and a suggestion box were placed for possible ideas as to what they wanted to see.
He'd naïvely hoped that would get the whole thing out of their systems, too, or at least get their minds off his brother and instead on some of the other guys, and he read out the ideas unfazed as he proceeded to write them down, perverse as they were, laughing aloud from time to time,
"You guys want me and England to do what? Haha…what's that? Me and France?!"
He later met with the other guys, reading aloud the ideas and relaying logistically how the event was to pan out, he may well have been leading another summit meeting the way he went on explaining and directing, obligatorily stuffing his face with food all throughout,
"So that just leaves Lithuania and Poland, and ultimately the ladies wanna see Russia get with France again—"
"Rejected…! I don't wanna have to sit by and watch those two disgusting perverts—"
''Hahaha! On dirait que quelqu'un est jaloux, tu veux te joindre à nous?''
Hahaha! Sounds like someone's jealous, you wanna join in?
"I thought I told you not to speak to me in that annoying language of yours…!"
"T…they just wanna watch me and Lovino make out for twenty minutes…?"
Feliciano murmured, and Alfred proceeded to gaze over his shoulder at the document in his hands,
"That's forty-five minutes," he corrected.
"Aiyah! I'll have you guys know there's a girl listening in at the door, aru…!"
Everyone's head turned to the entrance, where, sure enough, a decidedly female hand was holding up a cel phone, flipped open and presumably videotaping the meeting.
"Unacceptable…!"
Ludwig rose from his seat and swiftly made his way to the door, ultimately grabbing at the girl's wrist and prying the phone away,
"No women…!"
There came a sudden cry of astonishment as Hungary reached for her phone, laughing with feigned innocence all the while,
"I…I was trying to find a place with better reception…damn these concrete buildings…"
Bemused, Ludwig held the phone out of her reach as he played back whatever she'd managed to record.
"You'll get this back in just a moment,"
he deadpanned, deleting the movie and quite reluctant to venture forth into the gallery of pictures she had in there, as well.
Roderich crossed his arms at his chest, annoyed.
"If you girls want this event to turn out the way you want, you should at least give us the freedom to properly plan it out."
It was an unmistakable jab meant directly at his ex-wife, and she was ready and more than willing to bash him over the head for it, but, truth be told, she did want them to plan it out properly.
It was with a great deal of regret, then, that she returned to the company of her friends empty-handed, explaining that Ludwig deleted her movie, but that she managed to overhear some of the details.
There were suggestions involving Matthew, of course.
This pained Alfred, and he waited until the meeting was over to bring them up, gently pushing the list in his brother's direction while looking quite irritably away.
"You pick,"
he quietly said, sulking like a child who was denied his dessert, he didn't have the heart to go through them, he didn't have the heart to plan them out, and, really, he didn't have the heart to allow this entire event, and his strength showed at his capacity to hold himself back.
Silently curious, Matthew slowly brushed back the long strands of hair from his face, thin fingers reaching for the sheet as he absently adjusted his glasses on his nose. Alfred waited as he read, observing out the corner of his eye how Matthew's large palm came over his mouth, he was more amused than embarrassed, and this annoyed Alfred, too.
"What's—"
Matthew asked, but Alfred raised his hands in the air to cut him off,
"Ah, ah—I don't wanna know, ask Francis or Arthur or something."
Matthew slowly nodded, and now his cheeks blushed, and Alfred felt bad all of a sudden; Matthew should be able to ask his big brother this sort of thing—
He sighed.
"Okay, okay. Fine. You know what, never mind, go ahead."
Matthew gazed up hopefully through yellow strands of hair.
"No, really, go ahead, it's fine," Alfred prompted.
"What's—" Matthew began, eyes squinting as he pointed slowly at a certain place on the page, "what's fisting…?"
"What?!"
Alfred grabbed the sheet from Matthew's hands all at once, and his brother snickered and then began laughing aloud, leaning back in his chair in a way that would very likely send him dangerously backward to the floor if he wasn't careful enough—
"What the hell—Matthew, you idiot, it doesn't say fisting on here—"
"I know! Hahahaha…" Matthew snickered, long arms crossed now as he continued to laugh.
"You unbelievable asshole! Are you trying to give me a heart attack…!"
Now Alfred was laughing, too, reaching across the table to smack Matthew on the arm,
"You mean you knew what that was?!"
Still laughing hard, Matthew replied,
"Of course I know what fisting is, Al, I'm over two hundred years old…"
Alfred gasped, smiling in astonishment as he pushed Matthew back,
"The hell! What the—! When did—what—!"
They were partway wrestling now, Matthew laughing too hard to invest any genuine effort in fighting his brother back, and Alfred really couldn't stay mad that much longer, his attention span was far too short for that—
Outside in the hall, Taiwan and Hungary held their breath as they both lifted their phones through the partly open door to record what unmistakably was twin brothers America and Canada making out.
To be continued…
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