...I've been lazy, and this was the only thing I could think of at the moment...
Please excuse the general crappy-ness of this fic...
I don't own Hetalia, and I basically all I own is the plot of this...
"Mattie~~~!" A young boy- head full of dirty blond hair with a cowlick at the top- shouted as he hugged his brother; bright blue eyes shimmering in the the sunlight. The other boy blushed, whispering his name.
A couple of minutes later, Matthew realized that Alfred most likely wasn't going to let him go anytime soon, he slowly began to reflect that show of affection; already colored cheeks growing redder by the second.
The two adults watching began to chuckle.
"Ohonhonhon~ Mon chere, it seems like you should come over to my house more often~" The, uh, slightly bearded Frenchman joked.
...But, of course, the messy blond haired man was, apparently, offended by that remark and delivered an oh-so-smooth, "...What did that mean...?", with an obviously bright blush on his face.
And, a fight was sure to come.
...I don't really have anything to say...
So, um... Yeah...
(And this is short.)