By: Caroline Jones
Date Completed: 10th of February, 2017
Word Count: 573
"Cursing in a Meeting"
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA, EVEN THOUGH I REALLY WISH I DID
It was a 'normal' world meeting. Well, normal as it ever is. Alfred was yelling about his freedom. Arthur was half-drunk or hungover, not sure, and was as sarcastic as ever. Francis was being perverted, also telling crude jokes to Arthur, who was next to him. Antonio was eating a tomato and annoying Lovino, who was next to him. Gilbert was between Francis and Antonio planning the next prank and joking with the other members of the BTT. Nobody was really noticing Mathieu while Alfred was presenting. I'm not entirely sure what Al was talking about because I zoned out. Suddenly from across the room, the nations heard, something that sounded both elegant and vulgar, like France, but anyway, yeah.
"MERDE. JUST, VA TE FAIRE ENCULER, ALFRED! TU ME GONFLES, ET J'EN AI PLUS RIEN Á FOUTRE ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!" Mathieu yelled, cursing very loudly in French in the world meeting. A horrified French gasp was heard from two seats down.
"MATHIEU, NON FILS OF MINE Shall swear like that in a meeting!" Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert stood up in freaky unison. They slowly began to walk over to the poor Canadian, who had just dealt with too much shit from his brother. Lovi and Luddy shook their heads knowingly. Francis grabbed his former colony's right ear and started dragging him out of the room. Gilbert grabbed a leg, and Antonio just stood on the side, incase Mattie somehow got out of the other two's grasp. The rest of the countries watched in both shock as a second America was dragged out by the BTT, and no one stopped them.
Once they made it out the door, Francis led them into another room down the hall, still leading Mathieu by his ear. After being instructed to sit down in a chair provided for him, Mathieu sat down. His poor ear was released, and REALLY HURT, jeez Papa that was harsh. The Bad Touch Trio stood in this weird semicircle around the chair, looking disappointedly at their former charge. Mathieu's shoes suddenly became very interesting. Francis knelt down and lifted his son's head to meet his blue eyes. When blue met violet, is when Mathieu knew he was in deep shit.
"Mathieu," Francis said just he had when Canada was a young colony. "What are you not supposed do in World Meetings?"
"Curse out any of the nations, because it is not polite?" Again, he knew it was a crappy situation for him.
"Oui, and what did you do?"
"Curse out my brother," his eyes met the floor once more.
"Si, look at us when we speak to you like a good little colony-nation," Antonio spoke to his 'non-biological' nephew, also raising Mathieu's head.
"Ja, now what can you do to prevent it the next time?" Gilbert asked his 'nephew' as well. Prussia was very good with parenting techniques, having raised Ludwig and been on the receiving end from Germania often.
"Well, I could silently plan my revenge," Mathieu said, feeling slightly better about his situation now. Not as deep shit, as he had though, definitely.
"And," the three 'parents' prompted.
" And not start yelling in the middle of a presentation, I guess," the younger nation shrugged.
"Yes, now how about we ditch this stupid meeting?" Antonio smiled, opening the door to leave. And so the BTT and Canada walked right out of the United Nation's building onto the streets of a city.
Le Fin
TRANSLATION: SHIT! JUST, GO FUCK YOURSELF ALFRED! YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF, AND I COULDN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!"