Whew. I nearly got tired of this halfway through! You lucky geese.
Tell me what you think lovelies...should I change anything?
(Sorry for people expecting Itacest, SweFin, or anything else. Russia is hard to ignore.)
Matthew sighed inwardly, looking up to see Feliciano dozing on the couch. Unmarked boxes lay scattered around him, objects awkwardly flung over the cardboard sides. The Italian had the habit of sleeping for numerous hours a day, way past noon, and waking in the evening. Sometimes Matthew thought that he had some form of Mediterranean vampirism.
"Feliciano." Matthew poked Feliciano in his side. "Wake up." Feliciano merely rolled over, burying his face in the couch. Matthew sighed. "Pasta for di-" the Italian shot up like a rocket.
"Pasta~?" Matthew shook his head.
"No. Just thought it would wake you up." He said, pulling a jagged handle out of one of the larger boxes; it looked like it could of belonged to an old sweeping broom. "What on earth is this?" He waggled it at the Italian who was moping on the couch. Feliciano yelped and yanked it from Matthew's grasp, and carefully placed it back in the box.
"Ve~! Nothing important." Feliciano nodded hurriedly, curl bobbing enthusiastically. "Let's unpack this later!" And he trotted off into the bedroom Matthew had tidied up for him...even though clothes were now scattered around it, and the bed was always messed up. Feliciano had only been here two days, and the place already seemed sunny, despite the never ending night that was outside.
Feliciano returned, and took a look out the window, seeing nothing in the black.
"Why does your sun hide for six months, Mateo?" Feliciano peered out the glass.
"Because Italy is prettier," Matthew snorted. Feliciano gave him a grin, and bounded over. "Hug me and die. You smell like Francis's whores." Feliciano whimpered like he'd been hurt clutching where his heart was.
"You wound me! My whores smell much better." Matthew rose an eyebrow, but Feliciano ignored him. "Now when is Vladimir going to get here?" Matthew shrugged.
"In the next day or two."
"Night or two." Feliciano corrected.
"Technically, it is just a bit after noon, Feli." Matthew strode over to the couch, and sat down. Feliciano just hopped onto the arm of the couch, straddling it. The next thing Matthew had noticed about the Italian, besides his sloppy tendencies, was that he was wearing for comfort, not those stuffy suits he'd seen him walking around in all too often. Today Feliciano had an over sized sweater and a pair of ratty sweats. Even a pair of slightly dejected bunny slippers graced his feet, an ear looking slightly chewed on...and the whole thing smelled like it was dipped in a vat of the most cheesy, ridiculously flowery perfume that may have ever existed on earth.
"Technically, you need to lighten up!" Feliciano said cheerfully. "I mean come on, I'm going to be here for six months. This is going to be amazing!" He threw up his hands, and Mateo grinned. Despite his flaws, Feliciano was a good friend. One of his only friends.
"Feli, don't forget, Gilbert is bringing Vladmir over." Feliciano cocked his head to the side.
"I thought you were going to invite Ivan?" Matthew blushed.
"Why would I invite him?" Matthew demanded.
"Because every time he sits on you, you tent-building skills improve." Matthew chucked a pillow at Feliciano, who caught it with his face and fell off the side of the couch.
"My tent-building skill are just fine, thank you very much!" He protested, ignoring the innuendo.
"...When Ivan is nearby." Feliciano said, then slid under the couch, avoiding the howling Canadian, who jumped from the couch, and peered underneath it.
"You're dead, you stupid hoser." he growled, trying to grab Feliciano.
"Mateo needs to get laid." Feliciano told him, staying out of his reach. "At least you don't have a sexual attraction to your 'mommy'." Feliciano grinned wickedly when the Canadian paused. A moment later, the couch tipped over and Matthew sprawled forward on to Feliciano who broke into a fit of giggles, Matthew relentlessly tickling him. "G-get off!" he gasped. Matthew continued. "I-I think you broke the couch!" Matthew looked up that time, which gave Feliciano time to jump Matthew, returning the favor. Soon they were both sweaty and laughing, no qualms with each other. After a moment of comfortable silence, Feliciano once again brought his eyes to the window.
"Ivan would be perfect for you. You're both so..." He tilted Matthew's chin up. "..different from each other. While he is hulking and menacing, you are small and non-threatening. Yet you both are so cold." Feliciano brought Matthew into a hug. Matthew hugged him back, taking in the full scent of the clothes, then plugged his nose.
"You're clothes smell AWFUL." He protested, wiggling from Feliciano's grip. He just got a wink in return, and Feliciano stood. With an outrageously fake yawn, he stretched.
"I think I'll-" Matthew grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Oh no you don't. You are helping me clean the living room." Feliciano groaned loudly. "Don't start with me, you made the mess."
"I should just take you over, then I can make you clean it." Feliciano said, his voice laced with serious intent.
"As if you could." Matthew rolled his eyes. Feliciano rose an eyebrow, then swept across the room, twining a hand around Matthew's waist. Matthew squeaked, and Feliciano looked at the dainty living room as if it were the world before him.
"I hereby promise to Mateo that in the next fifty years, I will take over the country of Canada!" He smiled at Matthew. "And I will name is 'Canasta'." Matthew shoved him in mock outrage, the tickle war reinstated. An hour later, completely exhausted, Matthew took a glance at Feliciano, who had his I'm-plotting-something look on.
"Hey." Feliciano looked at Matthew, craning his head. "If you do take me over, you'll have to deal with Alfred."
"I could take him." Matthew rolled over on his stomach, playing with a smooth wooden ball that had escaped a nearby box that had tipped over.
"I actually think you could. As long as you dismantled his nuclear weapons." Feliciano shared a look with him. The silly hoser was actually thinking about it.
"They'd never expect it." A different grin was spreading on his face.
"Feli, you aren't seriously-" He saw the determination on his face. "You know warning me ahead of time wasn't a good idea." Feliciano merely rose an eyebrow.
"You'd object? What if we ruled the world.." he liftedet it hand in the air. "...together?" Matthew snorted.
"You need to get checked out by a doctor. You've lost your mind." Feliciano shrugged.
"It's hard to stay sane, being what we are." Matthew huffed. Not this again. Feliciano was sure there was nothing for them after death, and being a country wasn't as fun as it sounded. The voices of your people always calling for change. It hurt your mental psyche knowing you could do very little to ease the suffering of the sick, the hurt...the dying. It's why Matthew chose to live in the middle of the area most hikers got lost in. He could help them sometimes. Other times he was too late.
"Let's not start this again." Matthew said softly. Feliciano nodded.
"Friends are made for happiness." He smiled his trademark grin. "We made a mess." Feliciano commented, looking at the room.
"You made a mess, and you are going to clean it up." Matthew stood. "I'm going to make dinner, so hurry up." At the mention of food, Feliciano hopped up, and began scurrying around the room, re-packing the boxes so he could move them into his temporary room. Matthew walked into the kitchen, grabbing an apron from the hook on the door frame. Then he noticed his phone, vibrating wildly on the kitchen counter. Curious, Matthew flipped it open. In broken English, it told Matthew that Vladmir had caught an early flight, and if the storm system went on its current path, He would be there in two hours. Matthew looked at the time on the top of the phone, realizing in horror that the message was sent an hour and a half ago. He burst into the living room, where Feliciano had a stack of boxes in his arms.
"Ve~?" Feliciano looked around them curiously.
"Hurry up, Vladmir's flight was early, he'll be here in thirty minutes!" Feliciano nearly dropped the box, then hurried off, moving at twice the speed he had been. Matthew nodded, hoping he could trust Feliciano with getting the living room presentable. He then bustled off to the kitchen, making dinner in a haste. In all honesty, he should've started it an hour ago..but he had been pre-occupied with a new law that his boss had sent to him, wanting him to look it over, since Matthew himself was the personification of his people, and if he wasn't okay with it, then his boss would reject the bill, and be re-elected next year. Matthew didn't care. Humans all died in the end, and he'd remain. Matthew gasped as he heard the creaking of leather boots on his front porch, stripping himself of the apron and putting a lid on the boiling stew. With a muffled swear he nudged Kumajiro out of the way. He noticed that the living room was spotless and neat, not a thing out of place, and certainly no boxes lying out in plain view and cluttering the area. Matthew put on his best be-my-friend smile, since only Feliciano and Gilbert knew Vladmir, and opened the door. What he saw almost made him slam it back shut, smile frozen on his face.
Yes, there will be a second chapter. I mean seriously, I can't let it end there. Come lovelies, leave me reviews and let them brighten my boring days working in the fast food industry!
-Abandon supports Alfredo for President! Screw wealth redistribution, taxes, inflation, and all that nonsense. Alfredo can screw us up just as easily as Romney or Obama!