It's Friday and I'm in love

Hetalia and the song don't belong to me. If it did, then I be one lucky son of a bitch. If it I did, I would not be writing on fanfiction. On with the story.

Matthew pov

Matthew took a look at his bother, Alfred arguing yet again with Arthur and Francis at the world meeting and the usual is happening. Complete and utter mess and chaos of nations fighting, arguing, or was just paying attention at all. Yea, the usual is happening. 'It won't be that bad if I just hear music while waiting for things to settle down. Its not like they would hear me if I try.'

Matthew brought his Iphone with red and white headphones. Then look through the song list and found a few songs to listen to.

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
its Friday I'm in love

Just one glance at Alfred sent him silvers down his spine and a tint of a blush is set on his cheeks. His soft purple eyes stare at the top of the table, any where, just so long he does not have to look at Alfred at the mean time at this meeting.

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
its Friday I'm in love

Sure, sometimes I get annoy with Alfred from time to time. Even piss off since most people would mistake for him. But in the end, I do know that I am in love with him. Even when he is oblivious as to what I would feel about him. And kind of naïve about this kind of stuff. But, in the end, my own heart would chase after the goofy American. Rather the feeling mutual, I wouldn't dare find out just yet.

Saturday wait
and Sunday always comes too late
but Friday never hesitates...

At times, I can not wait for this meeting to be over. It is the same routine like normally. Barely get anything done here. And if we do, it would be some kind of miracle. There are more things I can be doing now, but my boss insists that these meetings are the up most important to attend to.

I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
it's Friday I'm in love

Purple eyes close for a few moments before opening to scan and see what other kind of commotion the other nations are doing. I see so far is Greece sleeping though this whole commotion. Russia is creeping out the Baltic. China saying on how westerners are immature. Germany trying to call order so the meeting would start. North half of Italy being his hyperactive self. All the same thing, like almost every meeting.

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
or Thursday watch the walls instead
it's Friday I'm in love

I turn out completely on what the other nations are saying and more on what the song I am listening to. My eyes focus on what other songs to listen while the meeting settles down. And relax for the rest of the song.

Saturday wait
and Sunday always comes too late

but Friday never hesitate...

dressed up to the eyes
it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throwing out your frown
and just smiling at the sound
and as sleek as a shriek
spinning round and round
always take a big bite
it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you in the middle of the night
you can never get enough
enough of this stuff
it's Friday
I'm in love

And I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
it's Friday I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
it's Friday I'm in love

BANG!

Purple eyes focus on what made the noise in the first place. The meeting room quickly quiet down from the sound. And his eyes lead to see France, England, and America standing there quiet and with shock faces mostly. Alfred face is beet red, from what or why, he wouldn't know.

A question came to mind is: what the hell happen?

My eyes scan the other nations reactions. Everyone attention was mostly centered on Alfred.