AN: I really have to stop making new stories when I need to update the ones I already have...
England: Well... You have to release your stories somewhere, yes?
Romano: Or she can use her lazy ass to work updating the others?
AN: ;^;
England: *sighs* She'll update the others, she's just...
Norway: Procrastinating.
England: Yes, that.
AN: HEY!
England: Anyway...
Romano: She's posting this on Fanfiction, so it is Fanfiction, so FUCKERS SHE DOESN'T OWN IT.
Norway: You think they would know...
England: *shrugs*
AN: Anyway, enjoy the angsty QUIET IS SILENCED!
Matthew quietly got out of the taxi, meeting notes clutched to his chest. He carefully stepped around a puddle, left by last night's storm. He sighed as he walked down the sidewalk. Another Meeting... He knew for sure that nothing was going to get done...
Nonetheless, he flipped quickly through his notes as he walked, on the off chance he was noticed.
Global Warming...
Economic Saving Techniques...
Chemical Warfare...
Obe-
He flipped around, looking back and forth. He scanned the area. He watched the empty street cautiously, the only sound he could ehar was the fast pounding of his own heart. He took a deep breath and shook his head.
You're just being paranoid, He told himself, Or... It was a stray cat?
He took another deep breath, trying to rationalize the weird sound. He quietly turned and continued walking, straining his ears to hear any sign of the sound again. he didn't hear anything so he calmed down, but he did move a bit faster toward the UN meeting.
~~~ Time Skip brought by the AWESOME PRUSSIA! ~~~
Matthew quickly gathered his notes, watching as other countries left the room. He nearly dropped his notes when an arm swung over his shoulder,
"Hey, Birdie~"
Matthew gave a small smile as he turned toward his close friend, "Hey, Gil."
Gilbert smiled, and began to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet, giving Matthew his best puppy dog face.
"Hey, Birdie? Do you think you can make me pancakes today?"
Matthew gave a light chuckle, "Alright."
Gilbert's smile widened, and he gave a small fist pump, "AWESOME! Mind driving me? Vest already left vith Italy."
Matthew smiled and nodded, carefully sitting his papers in his suitcase neatly, and walking with Prussia to his car. He unlocked the door, slipping in with Prussia, and started the car. He set his suitcase in the back seat, and pulled out of the parking lot, heading home. He kept a small smile on his face as Gilbert blabbered about what him, Antonio, and Francis were doing the night previously. He nodded and laughed when appropriate.
From what he gathered, Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis, or as Arthur calls them, the Bad Friends Trio, had gotten drunk and somehow ended with Antonio apologizing profusely to an angered Lovino, who they had to find in a way similar to the Hangover movies, Prussia in a tutu with his hair dyed pink, and Francis with his "wonderful" hair shaved, which Arthur though was the best thing that happened in centures.
Matthew couldn't help but laugh. He knew how much Francis loved his hair, and he vaguely remembered that, at the meeting, his hair was a bit darker... must be a wig. Matthew pulled up to the house and gave a slight tug to Gilbert's hair which still had bits of pink on the tips.
"Seems you got off lightly."
Gilbert chuckled and mocked suprise, "Birdie! Do you know how hard it is to get pink out of white hair?! SO UNAWESOME!"
Matthw gave another chuckle before stepping out of the car and heading to his house. He would grab his suitcase later. He stepped up the short steps leading up to his door, Gilbert at his heels. He quickly unlocked his door, still chuckling from Gilbert's story. He stepped inside... and froze. He stared, wide-eyed and his heart thumping loudly in his ears. He barely registered Gilbert pulling him from the house and talking insistently into the phone. Matthew pulled his knees to his chest, shaking from head to toe.
His entire living room was trashed, things were broken, and ripped apart. The worst part, however, was the red, spray painted words on the wall.
We know who you are, Canada.
And we don't like it.
AN: So, that's the first chapter of Quiet is Silenced!
England: Seems to be a good start...
AN: I hope you all will deal with me and my wishy washyness of stories!
Romano: I wouldn't.
AN: HEY!
Norway: *eye roll* No flaming, as usual.
AN: I hope you all enjoyed! ALSO! I want to start a poll on who you want Canada to end with! ((As a pairing))
THE CHOICES ARE *drum roll*
-Prussia! *crowd cheer and random yell of Awesome!*
-Russia! *crowd cheer and shiver*
-Romano! *crowd: Huh?"
AN: What? I ship Canano... GOT A PROBLEM?
Romano: Nooo...
AN: GOOD!