Hola guys~ First Hetalia Story Ever~ Review are nice~
I do not own Hetalia... *sigh*
Based off an rp with Kairin597 (my best friend/ America)
Matthew Williams had been particularly bored that night. He decided that he could do something to pass the time until a certain albino came over later that night. He opened his red and white maple leaf patterned lap top. 'I bet Alfred is probably just sitting there' he thought. 'Maybe playing video games. I mean what else would he be doing when England is out of town?'
Almost as soon as he brought up facebook up, his previous thoughts proved true.
"Yo Mattie"
"Hey, Al"
After about an hour of odd conversation, Matthew heard a knock on his door. But the weird thing was, Gilbert wasn't going to be there for about another 45 minutes. (That, and the fact that no matter where, Prussia tended to let himself in. Knocking was not required.)
"WELL~ go answer it." the Canadian's brother told him. He honestly did not wasn't to go see who it was. But, he went downstairs, where the knocking came from regardless of his feelings. [A gentleman can't just leave someone outside his door. Well, that is without seeing who it is first.]
Upon opening the door, a certain familiar Frenchman stood. Er, rather kind of stood. He seemed a bit off. Matthew figure he was drunk...again.
"Ohohohohoho~Matthieu-" the Frenchman began, speech slurred.
"François~ Come in please." He stopped the Frenchman in mid sentence.
He grabbed the other's hand and lead France to the his couch. (Call it a Canadian's intuition, but something told Matthew that he should get him to the couch, to pass out.) And as he has thought, France was now out cold on his couch. He then remembered his brother, who he told he would be back soon.
"MATTIE~ you're back. Who was it?"
"Yeah. It was Francis. He is now crashing on my couch. I think he is drunk..."
" :0 Don't get raped okay?"
"Al! Why would that happen?"
"Cause France is totally a rapist! And he's drunk!"
"...Yea, cause him being unconscious on my couch will totally get me raped...not."
"Just looking out for you Mattie. Because I'm the HERO" [Insert Canadian facepalm]
After about 15 minutes of talking to Alfred, Matthew heard a noise downstairs. He decided to check out what it was. As he walked down the stairs he thought 'I really hope that Francis isn't up yet if that's Gil at the door.' He continued his descent when he heard a voice.
"HEY Birdie~ The awesome me is here!"
This was followed by several heavily accented French curse words and something else along the lines of 'Gilbert? Qu'est-ce?Pourquoi êtes vous ici?Vous égocentriques albino! Vous feriez mieux de ne pas se référer à mon Matthieu, quand vous dites birdie. Je ne peux pas croire que vous ne me dites pas! Je suis ton meilleur ami que vous bite.'
Then he heard another voice, "Francis?Ich frage mich dasselbe. Ich dachte, du hättest jemand [oder something] heute Abend tun. Und was meinst du mit 'Warum hast du mir nicht sagen? "Kesese~ Was meinst du damit?"
Matthew sprinted down the rest of the stairs to try and stop the impending brawl that was sure to come because, everyone knows, if you pair a stubborn Prussian and a drunk Frenchman, anything could happen.
When he reached the living room, he was greeted by Gilbert's 'Hey Birdie' and Francis' 'Matthieu~'. Then the two went back to glaring at each other. "Mon cher, what is this doing in your house?" he gestured to the Prussian. "Kesese~ he doesn't have to answer that. What are you doing on his couch?"
"Gilbert. I don't need to tell you anything. Besides, I asked Matthieu, not you"
'Damn. I forgot Francis gets over protective when he's drunk...' Matthew thought.
"Um.." The Canadian mumbled. "So what if Gil's over. We could just be hanging out, you know. Ne soyez pas si prompts à sauter aux conclusions." This earned a 'Kesese~' from the Prussian. Francis' drunken-ness began to overpower his sanity, and he began to say something, probably an insult/threat, to the ex-nation.
Before Matthew could do anything, the Frenchman and the Prussia began to fight. The blonde nation lunged at the silver haired man. A quick evasion and a counter. Then the two had exchanged several (successful) punches. 'This is not going to end well...' Matthew thought and contemplated using his hockey stick to get the Frenchman out of his house. Francis received a punch straight to the nose. He drew back for a moment, before delivering an equally as hard punch to the Prussian's face.
After more punches, dodges, kicks, and various other things, the two had managed to somehow knock each other out. They both laid on the floor close enough that one could have taken the other out just by falling. Perhaps, they both punched with the same force simultaneously, and from said force, knocked each other out. But, who knows?
Matthew wondered how they had managed that. He also wondered if either would remember. Or who would wake up first. He decided that just in case, he would move both of them into different rooms. He really hoped that France had been drunk enough that he wouldn't remember that night.
After moving the rather heavy Frenchman to the guest room, he wondered how the hell he would get his Prussian boyfriend upstairs. The problem would not be that he was heavy, or Matthew was weak (Both of these were not problems because Prussia was light and Matthew was strong). The real problem would be keeping him from sustaining any more damage while going up the rather narrow steps.
'Alone again.' he thought as he stared at the still, relaxed looking albino that he'd placed on his bed. He sighed. "My crazy life..." he said, not realizing he'd actually said it out loud. Then, he realized that Alfred was probably wondering what he was doing. Knowing his brother, he thought that the American probably thought that he was 'closet fighting' with either Francis or Gilbert. [Or both] (He really wondered about his brother sometimes...)
But anyways, he kinda had to tell him. Or else he'd hear about it later...And having his brother wonder/assume things about his life...again...
After a more than weird conversation with his brother, mostly involving having his accent poked fun at and other things, he decided to crash on the couch for the night. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but hey! It postponed the awkward 'Birdie...how did I end up in your room? Kesese~ I know I'm irresistible, but c'mon~ Couldn't wait? Kesese~'
A soft blush dusted his face lightly. 'To the couch it is' he thought. Once downstairs he realized what a mess tomorrow would be. He knew that he had to think of something in order to keep the impending truth from reaching France. Mattie said he would think of something, but before he did, he was asleep.
Translation Time (Thank you Google Translate xD):
'Gilbert? Qu'est-ce?Pourquoi êtes vous ici?Vous égocentriques albino! Vous feriez mieux de ne pas se référer à mon Matthieu, quand vous dites birdie. Je ne peux pas croire que vous ne me dites pas! Je suis ton meilleur ami que vous bite.' -'Gilbert? What? Why are you here? You egocentric albino! You'd better not to refer to my Matthew, when you say birdie. I can notbelieve you do not tell me! I'm your best friend you dick. '
"Francis?Ich frage mich dasselbe. Ich dachte, du hättest jemand [oder something] heute Abend tun. Und was meinst du mit 'Warumhast du mir nicht sagen? "Kesese~ Was meinst du damit?" -"Francis? I ask myself the same thing. I thought you had someone[or something] to do tonight. And what do you mean 'Why did not you tell me?" Kesese ~ What do you mean? "
Ne soyez pas si prompts à sauter aux conclusions- Do not be so quick to jump to conclusions
So, yeah. Enjoy.