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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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Francis grinned with quiet amusement as he snapped the back string of Arthur's thong.
"…hey! Fuck's sake, you twat, that hurts…!"
Arthur growled angrily as he reached back to rub at his sore behind.
"You shouldn't be wearing that,"
Francis replied coolly,
"The request said naked waiter."
"Th—that—"
"He's right, you know,"
Ivan offered helpfully,
"you're not supposed to have anything on under the apron."
"…yeah, who asked you, anyway…!"
Arthur turned irritably to Francis then,
"Any particular reason the girls would know about the waiter outfit…?!"
Francis shrugged with badly feigned innocence,
"Word gets around…"
Over in the kitchen, Alfred and Matthew both were poring over the various dishes Francis had prepared, carefully lifting silver tray covers with childlike curiosity, Matthew in his Review Order uniform, Alfred in a cowboy outfit, both according to request.
While Alfred's attention was genuinely diverted by the food at this time, he was for the most part quite distracted, wondering in his mind how he might avoid having to watch his brother get with whomever the ladies wanted him to get, doing whatever ungodly thing they wanted him to do, he truly wasn't happy inside, he hadn't even read the list for Matthew's part—
He startled when Ivan's large arm came around his shoulder in mockery of good-natured affection, and, really, he'd slid one arm around each of them at that time, grinning ominously as he sang,
"I'll be seeing the two of you later…"
Both brothers actually stiffened—Alfred, too—before he remembered to laugh,
"Yep, you bet—!"
That's right. There was a request to see Ivan with the both of them. There was no way Alfred was going through with it, though—oh, he wouldn't mind having at Ivan, himself, just to try and kick his ass, but having to watch him and Matthew—
If things would properly work themselves out, it wouldn't have to come to that—
"Where did France hide all the desserts,"
Alfred murmured aloud to his brother, large hands lifting one tray cover after the next in search of anything sweet, so far to no avail. Out the corner of his eye, he gazed at Matthew, who seemed exasperatingly okay with things, excited almost, Alfred had hoped that when the evening actually came, his brother would wuss out and forfeit.
He almost wished they could have drinks, he certainly felt like he could use one.
Out in the living room, Francis actually had a stage set up, Alfred wondered if it wasn't just a regular part of his decor, as was the stripping pole, and the love swing—
He could hear the murmur from the other room as the ladies had begun to arrive. Alfred wasn't the only person feeling discontent, out across the kitchen there meandered Ludwig and Roderich, both in drag, the both of them wondering what ill fate had somehow led to their participation in this sort of thing, and what sick mind had specifically requested they do specifically that—
Alfred found himself wishing Matthew had felt the same blatant lack of enthusiasm, to no avail.
Francis was having one hell of a time, conspicuously overdressed in a full evening suit and cape, is that how the girls wanted to see him give it to Arthur—
Alfred hadn't even looked into what sorts of things they wanted to watch Matthew do. So they liked his Review Order uniform, Alfred did, too – he liked it when Matthew wore it for him, and no one else, and that's all.
After their search for desserts through the kitchen turned useless in all, Alfred gave up, leaning his back against the counter when there came a low scratching sound from somewhere nearby.
Alfred and Matthew grew quiet for a few moments to listen, and, when it came again, Matthew reached with quiet curiosity for the pantry door—and moved about two steps back after the fact, as a naked foot swung directly out at him. Alfred watched with a great deal of amusement before the both of them leaned more closely to inspect—
"Hey, like—close the door, please?"
"…Felix…?"
Matthew quietly asked as a long-fingered hand reached out to slam the pantry door shut. Matthew turned his face slowly to Alfred.
"It's Toris and Felix in there,"
he murmured, "what in the hell…?"
Alfred stared at his brother with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement, before he, too, knelt down to open the door.
"Hey…!"
He called in, "you guys see any cookies in there…?"
"God, I said to close the door…!"
Matthew blinked before settling down at Alfred's side, and he began to pull at Felix's ankles.
"What the hell, Francis has a really big pantry, I guess…"
"What the—hey! Hey…!"
Alfred helped Matthew pull the two of them out, and neither of them asked what they were doing in there, because it was obvious enough.
"Can't you guys wait till you're up…"
Matthew sighed, and Alfred glared with quiet irritation at how nonchalant he was being about it all.
"There's no cookies,"
Toris said, nervously straightening his hair, "just some bottles of oil, and seasoning…"
"Can't you see that not everyone's here yet…!"
Arthur muttered angrily at Francis, who, at the corner of the stage, already was helping himself to the string at Arthur's thong.
"Ah, but it's time to start,"
Francis replied with a cool air of intellectual endowment, "we'll run behind schedule if we don't get to work right away—"
"T—to work—!"
Francis carefully took the tray from Arthur's hands and placed it on a table nearby before walking him down to center stage.
"H—hey—! Just one moment! I don't think I'm even supposed to—to have a part with you in this program—"
"Yes you are…!"
There came enthusiastic cries of approval from the ladies in the audience.
Francis shrugged as in good-natured innocence. What can you do…?
"You're supposed to go on with Russia…!"
Arthur hissed at Francis while the older boy attempted to turn him around against the pole.
"Yes, yes, I'm going on with Russia after you."
"Y…you unbelievable s…"
"Slut? Skank? Yes, yes, now turn around—"
Hands tentatively against the metal edge of the stripping pole, Arthur glared backward to see what exactly Francis was doing.
"N—now, just a minute…!"
"What is it, you're not drunk enough to do this?"
"That—!"
"You know there's no alcohol allowed, we have to do this dry—"
At last, Arthur hung his head in defeat.
"Why can't we drink, for fuck's sake…"
"America's stupid rule,"
Francis crooned, head buried in Arthur's neck and hands quickly undoing the binds of his apron.
"Hey, you guys!"
Ivan sang as again his large hands came on both Matthew and Alfred's shoulders. The brothers startled, quickly turning to face him then.
"You two seen Toris by any chance? I wanted to talk to him…!"
Still within the pantry, Toris and Felix held their breath. Toris actually restraining Felix in place, lest he went out there and "gave that big jerk a piece of his mind."
"N…no! No, I haven't seen him, Alfred, have you?"
"Nope, not me, what's up, Ivan?"
"Oh, just we have a part coming up, and I wanted to be sure he was ready—"
"Ahahahaha…!"
Alfred laughed, batting Ivan's hand away from Matthew's shoulder,
"I'm pretty sure you're up with Francis next…!"
"Oh? Is that so? Am I?"
"Yeah…! Right after he's done with Arthur…!"
"After he's done with Arthur! Oh, is that so…!"
"Hahahahah! Yes, yes, that's so…"
"So I'm getting him second…!"
"Yeah, yep—hey…!"
Ivan was now partway through strangling Alfred, and, as Alfred had the pleasure of finding during the past few weeks, he really was quite good at that—
"…hey! Hahahaha—don't make me kick your ass, Russia…!"
"G—guys—"
Matthew murmured nervously, attempting good-naturedly to unravel the two from one another,
"Maybe—maybe we should all just calm down—"
"Hahahaha…you wanna try and have a go at me again, America?"
"Ah—I think most likely the ladies wanna see us all in one piece and without any bruises—"
"What's that, Canada? You want in on this, too?"
"Hahahahaha! You lay one finger on my baby brother and you're dead meat…!"
"Silence…!"
Ludwig's voice roared throughout the large expanse of the kitchen as he stood at the entrance, dressed from head to toe in drag, hands safely in place at his hips.
"If you guys don't cool it down there, you're both banned from the show entirely…!"
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, long fingers interlacing absently through his brother's, secretly glad he was spared another go at Ivan's hands.
Well aware of the goings-on in the living room, Alfred led Matthew out the kitchen exit to the back yard, instead, and, once outside, without a word he pressed his brother tightly against the side of the house, obscured from view by the ivy and trees nearby, and, mouth hard against the tremulous skin at his neck, he wanted, he wanted so much to whisper,
Don't go through with it, Matty, let's ditch this thing, I'm sorry I ever put it together, let's just run on out, we could make it over the fence if we went for it now, who cares about all this crap, I only want you, Matt, I only want you—
But, silent and defeated, he hung his head gently against him instead, long arms gathering him tightly against himself, this, tonight, this was what his brother wanted, after all.
To be continued…
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