Family Affairs
Inauguration
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Hello there, this is another PruxCan story that I'm working on. I will be interchanging between working on this one and on Challenges of Living Together.
This was highly inspired after Québec called Prussia stepdad in one of the chapters of Olympic Fever and from many conversations with one of my friends. It also did not help my mind that she went ahead and created a Sims 3 household of Matthew, Gilbert, Vincent (Ontario) and Jean-Pierre (Québec).
This story will mostly be about their lives together as a "family" and will explain many things and such. If you want more information and see some floor plans and what not of the house, then I suggest you go to my lj and look at the special entry I will have there. You can access the lj by going to my profile.
I won't bombard you with all the little details this story has right now and will give you the info you need as the chapters go up.
I must warn you this story will contain a lot of funny moments, of Québec French and of good old sibling rivalry between Vincent and Jean-Pierre.
I will leave it at that for now.
Disclaimer: You have no idea how long I've been waiting to write this! AND NORWAY IS GOING DOWN.
Family Affairs
Inauguration
"This better be the last of your boxes!" Matthew said as he brought in a box labelled "awesome stuff #3". He put it on top of the other boxes and leaned against the wall, before wiping his forehead with a towel.
"What the hell did you put in here, rocks?" He asked as he watched the other man come in with a box of his own. Gilbert put it with the others and grabbed the towel from the shorter man.
"Don't worry, these are the last ones and for your information, I wouldn't put un-awesome rocks in my boxes. This is all my awesome stuff." Prussia went to the fridge to retrieve two cans of beer, before coming back and handing one to Canada.
"Considering half your stuff was already here, you certainly had a lot left at your brother's." Matthew took the offered can and took a drink from it.
"I have a lot of stuff, what can I say?" Matthew rolled his eyes at the understatement of the century and took another sip of beer. A few years ago, Prussia started spending more and more time at Canada's house and he kept on bringing more of his stuff with every trip. There were clothes, CDs, movies, books and other knick-knacks that made their way to the house.
Last year, Matthew finally asked him if he wanted to officially move in with him and after freezing on the spot for a moment or so, Gilbert agreed. But because Canada's main house was rather small and he had a free-loading son and another one who liked to visit for long stretches of time, no matter how much he tried to deny it, Matthew decided he should remodel his house to accommodate his family. And plus, he had the land, so it wasn't a problem.
Canada took out his hidden architect skills and designed something that would give them all the space they needed. Prussia was impressed with the design and it didn't take long to find a construction crew to start working on the house. Matthew helped along and when Gilbert asked him where he learnt to build houses, he told him that when he had been starting off as a nation, he had to build most of the residences for his people and he took a course in it one year when he was bored.
The house came out nicely and the painting was almost done. The basement, along with Vincent's room was finished and most of the main floor and the first floor were done as well. The furniture arrived two weeks prior and most of it was where it was supposed to be.
"You don't say!" Matthew replied sarcastically. "D'you even need all of this stuff?" He asked poking his head into one of the boxes marked "more awesome stuff" and pulling out a shirt that looked as though it never met up with a washing machine and had suspicious looking stains on it of a dark brown.
"Of course I do! And put that back, that's my awesome shirt. I used to wear it all the time for my battles. It's why I won all the time." Matthew looked at him incredulously before chucking the shirt in the nearby garbage bag.
"Hey! This is my lucky shirt, don't just throw it out!"
"Gil, there are blood stains on it from lord knows when and I bet you anything you had completely forgotten about it until you put it in the box or until I pulled it out." Prussia gave him a sheepish look and Canada smirked.
"That's what I thought. Now, why don't you start sorting through your stuff, whatever can be thrown away you put in the garbage bag, whatever can be given away you put in an empty box and whatever you want to keep you put it in another box by the stairs and we'll put it away after lunch, okay? I'll go make us something to eat." Matthew gave him a chaste kiss, before disappearing to the kitchen and Gilbert was left on his own.
While Canada made some sandwiches for lunch, he started wondering how his children would take to the new house and the new permanent guest. Ontario had been absent every time Prussia was over and he was staying at his Toronto home most of the time. Québec didn't bother visiting in a while due to personal reasons and also due to the fact he was busy with work. Matthew wondered how his children would take to the idea of having a sort of "stepfather" in their lives. Sure, they were grown adults now, but it would still change the family dynamics.
Matthew quit thinking about it for now and focused on the task at hand. He knew that sooner or later, Vincent and Jean-Pierre would come to "bother" him like he called it, but Canada knew it was his own way of saying he missed his old man.
Once the food was prepared, Matthew called Gilbert, who came to join him at the kitchen table. They took their time eating their sandwiches and visualizing what the house would look like when it would be finished.
"Remind me again, why we decided to move my stuff in the fuckin' summer when it's a million degrees outside." Prussia asked a few hours later, as he brought out a few heavy boxes of trash to the curb.
"Oh get over it, Gil, it's only thirty degrees Celsius and it's not even humid outside. At least we have air conditioning in the house. Now, quit your bellyaching and close the door so we don't air condition the great outdoors." Prussia walked back in, closed the door behind him and headed for the living room.
"Well, I'm beat; I'm not moving another box for the next three hundred years." He said as he plopped himself on their brand new white couch. Canada laughed as he took the seat next to him. The last of the boxes were moved upstairs, the ones for the Salvation Army were in the garage for now and the ones for the garbage were outside.
"Unfortunately, you do realize there are still a lot of things that need to be put away, right?"
"Don't remind me. But at least all the boxes are in the house now. We don't need to go outside and burn."
"Somehow, you didn't seem to mind the scalding hot weather when we were on vacation*." Gilbert eyed his lover for a moment and scoffed at him.
"That was different, this is just torture." Matthew kicked him lightly on the side of his thigh and Prussia caught his foot with ease.
"Get over it." He told him, but Gilbert started rubbing gentle circles onto Matthew's calf and the threatening edge the younger man was trying to aim for was lost as a soft moan escaped his lips.
"Hey, you know what this house needs we didn't give it yet?" Matthew looked at Gilbert for a moment, but then closed his eyes as Prussia's hands started traveling.
"Do tell."
"A proper inauguration." Whatever Matthew wanted to respond to that was lost, as Gilbert pulled him closer and crashed their lips together. They then proceeded to properly christen the house. By the time they were done, Prussia was even more grateful they had air conditioning, because the cool breeze was simply blissful and he was able to enjoy the proximity of Matthew's body snuggled up to him on the couch without having to melt from the exterior heat. Gilbert closed his eyes for a moment and figured the rest of the boxes could wait for a while longer.
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TO BE CONTINUED
*A little head's up to the vacation they took in chapter 25 of Olympic Fever.
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Started writing: March 19th 2010, 3:32pm
Finished writing: March 19th 2010, 10:32pm
Started typing: March 19th 2010, 10:39pm
Finished typing: March 19th 2010, 11:16pm