Matthew hummed to himself as he flipped the pancakes that were cooking. As soon as they finished cooking he flipped them onto his tall stack of pancakes that could easily put Lovino's leaning tower of Pizza (Yes the food.) to shame. He put the spatula down on the counter next to the mixing bowl and spoon. Carefully he lifted the plate of fluffy goodness up and carried it to a certain cheery Italian waiting at his dining room table.
"Ve~Matthew, their-a finally done?!" Italy asked happily. The Canadian nodded. "Yes Feliciano, their finally done." He sat the plate of pancakes down on the polished Ceader table. "Don't eat them until I sit down. I want some too." He smiled turning around and walking back into the kitchen.
He untied his Canadian flag apron and hung it up on a hook next to the door that lead out to the botanical garden. (Yes. I imagine Canada being the type of person to have his own botanical garden.) He grabbed a bottle of his favorite maple syrup: Monadock Sugarhouse (I love this brand.) from the cabinet above the stove. Walking over to his fridge he pulled out a container of strawberries and whip cream, then he headed back into the dining room.
"Ve~ Matthew those-a pancakes where-a delicious! Could you please make some more?" Feliciano asked smiling brightly. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Matthew dropped the items in his hands causing them to plummet towards the marble floor and burst open. His face was bent in a look of horror and sadness.
"Ve~what's wrong Matthew?" The Italian questioned. "Y-you ate all o-of my pancakes. You ate all of my pancakes. You ate all of my pancakes! YOU ATE ALL OF MY PANCAKES!" he yelled angrily, his face now bent with anger. "I'M SORRY! THEY JUST-A LOOKED SO GOOD AND I-A WAS SO HUNGRY! BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS EATING THEM! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Feliciano cried out.
Matthew didn't care. No one ate his pancakes before he did. NO ONE. He snapped. Matthew randomly pulled out his prized hockey stick that he'd won many games against Alfred using out of nowhere and held it in a batting position. "When I'm done with you there's gonna be one less set of twins to worry about."
Feliciano screamed.
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"And that concludes my presentation on global warming. Does anyone have any questions or suggestions on how we should solve this problem?" Arthur asked, flipping the lights back on. Alfred's hand shot up. "Ooh ooh! Pick me! Pick me Iggy!"
England scowled at his pet name. He hated it so much, but it couldn't be helped. He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Anyone other than America?" No one raised there hands. "Anyone? Anyone at all?" he persisted. "OOH OOH IGGY OVER HERE! I KNOW!" Alfred shouted practically standing on his chair. "FINE AMERICA! WHAT DO YOU THINK!?" Arthur yelled angrily. Alfred let out a loud 'Yes' before standing up. "We should take global warming and push it somewhere else!" He made a pushing motion with his hands. Arthur face palmed. "Alfred you git! You can't take global warming and push it somewhere else! You are such an idiot!"
"That was mean Iggy. You should apologize." Alfred whined (Heroically.) "You should apologize for being an idiot!" Arthur yelled. "I don't have to apologize because I'm the hero and I'm not stupid." He argued. "Again with the hero business! If I hear that one more time I am going to strangle you!" Arthur snapped. "Please you two! Will you stop fighting!? We 'ave a meeting to finish!" Francis yelled. "SHUT UP FROG!" yelled Arthur.
Suddenly a cell phone rang. Alfred and Arthur stopped fighting. "Whose phone is that?" Ivan asked. "I don't know ~Aru." Yao said.
Kiku frowned. "Rudwig, can you prease answer you're phone? It's distracting us from our meeting. Not that we haven't aready been distracted." Ludwig sighed and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his I Phone.(Yes, seriously.) "It'sFeliciano." He said before answering. "Feliciano where are you? You're late for the meeting a-" "LUDWIG HELP ME! PLEASE! I'M GOING TO DIE! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" The Italian screamed over the phone. Ludwig winced at the volume before putting it on speaker phone. "Who's going to kill you Feliciano?" Ludwig asked. "MISTER A;FRED'S BROTHER!" He screamed. "Who?" Ivan asked. (LOL! ^J^) "Ai yah." Yao sighed. "What did you do to make him vant to kill you?" Francis asked. "HE INVITED ME OVER FOR PANCAKES. HE TOLD ME TO WAIT UNTIL HE SAT DOWN TO EAT THEM! BUT THEY LOOKED SO GOOD AND I WAS SO HUNGRY AND BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS EATING THEM!" Feliciano cried. Alfred's face visibly paled. "WHEN HE CAME BACK IN HE FROZE AND TELLED AT ME AND NOW HE'S CHASING ME WITH HIS HOCKEY STICK!"
Suddenly there was a loud crash in the backround. "GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN MACCORONI MAN!" I WILL KILL YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD!" Feliciano screamed loudly. Then the line went dead.
"Ok zen. Zat vas vierd." Ludwig said. "Who was trying to kill him?" Ivan asked. "Aperentry Arfred's brother." Kiku answered. They all turned to face the American who was spacing out. Arthur shook Alfred's shoulders violently. "Snap out of it you git!"
Alfred gulped. He face Ludwig.
"Ludwig."
"Ja?"
"I deeply suggest that you get to Feliciano now or by the time you finally decide to get there and save him, there will no longer be a North Italy."
TO BE CONTINUED….
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OK so this story idea came up when I was really bored at summer camp and asked my best friends for story ideas. We tossed some back and forth and after a lot of discussing decided to use this. I really hope you liked it. Part 2 will be up soon. Due to user privacy I cannot say the names of my idea helpers. Sorry. Also for those of you following my other stories: I am really sorry. I was on vacation and had to take a 10 hour trip home. After that on Saturday I had to go to a funeral for a very close friend of mine. I will not state his name but I will say this. He was 10 years old and he died in a coma after hitting his head on the pool deck. R.I.P unnamed child. May you have a good life in heaven. Due to this I was very depressed and didn't have the motivation to write. Sorry. But now that I have recovered I will be updating quickly! Promise!
Till next time!
A.F.J.