" Come on! Take a sip!" my brother urged having already gulped down half his bottle.
" um...ok.." I picked up the cool object and took a sip hesitantly. It tasted kind of weird and bitter, it was a foreign taste. I was just about to set it back down when I felt it tilt up higher forcing more of it down my throat. I frowned seeing my brother holding it up. I was obliged to drink more then I would have liked to otherwise I would have choked. Even then some would dribble on the sides of my cheeks down my neck. I couldn't just back away because then the whole contents of the bottle would spill over my best clothes. Darn it. I really did not want to drink this much but seeing as Gil was cheering my brother on by chanting
" Drink! Drink!" I knew that I wouldn't get any help from him.
" GILBERT!" I herd a stern voice yell and the bottle was quickly taken away from me. Everything went silent. All the chatter in the room died down.
" Come back to zhe kitchen ve need more help!" Ludwig yelled obviously pissed to see his older irresponsible brother slaking off.
" Aww! But vest can't you see I'm vith my birdie!" Gilbert wined.
A very angry and scary looking Ludwig appeared out of the kitchen, tomato sauce splattered on his perfect white shirt.
" ~Luddi! I need more help, please come back ~ve!" The cook asked coming out of the kitchen holding a pot of pasta. I just then noticed the slight twitch in his eye before he stormed off and grabbed Gilbert before dragging him back in the kitchen. Then silence.
People started chatting again. Alfred looked stunned but then quickly came back to reality with a malicious smirk plastered on his face. Yes Alfred liked to help me out and stuff...but let's just say...brothers will be brothers.
" Open wide!" He chanted holding the bottle up to my face
I shook my head fervently keeping my lips tightly sealed.
He then proceeded with his tickling technique.
" A-Al... St-stop!" I begged breathless
As soon as I opened my mouth I regretted it, having the bottle forced in again. Alfred made me drink all my bottle and 3 others that he ordered before he got bored and stopped. By the time that happened I was panting heavily and started to feel dizzy. Nobody had noticed what just happened and now Alfred was simply having fun poking at me.
" Hey! Hey Matt! Come on dude you should not be drunk yet- hey Matt! Wake up!" He kept poking my arm at the same spot and it was getting sore.
I had rested my head in my arms. He probably thought I was asleep.
I groaned and lifted my head feeling dizzy once more.
" Don't tel me your gonna puke! Dad is gonna kill me...anyway we need to go sunshine!" He put a few bills on the table and I felt him lift me up and help me walk.
After we got outside he let go of me and I wobbled but stayed upright.
" Mattie...can you walk?" He asked
I nodded and walked a little.
" Not a perfect line..." He said
" Umm? " I asked swaying slightly but quickly regaining my footing
" There you are boys! The meeting is done and finalised! Matthew, Are you okay lad?" Arthur asked walking towards us with the tall man following next to him.
" Ya! He's fine Dad just a bit tired!" Al exclaimed wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders holding me upright.
" Okay then... Anyways it's time to head to the Braginski household for supper. They are already installed."
He seamed happier like a weight was lifted off his shoulders as he noticed Alfred smiling.
I smiled a bit too.
We started walking back home. I still felt a bit dizzy but as we walked Alfred held me up with his strong arms. I looked behind us finding the stranger almost as quiet as our Dad. I caught his gaze. Purple eyes staring back at me. I quickly looked back ahead and regretted having looked back at all.
He was definitely scary was the first thing that I thought. He didn't seem to be the nice type. Alfred was walking a bit to quickly for me and I found myself tripping on multiple occasions. I hope no one noticed I was drunk... Not that it was my fault.
^Ivan POV^
I looked ahead at the petite figure clinging onto his brother for support. He was dressed like a boy but looked awfully feminine in my opinion.
I saw his curious eyes glance back towards me and when our eyes met, I held my stare. He looked back quickly and swayed a bit. I smiled darkly. The look in his eyes said it all, he was drunk.
^Matthew POV^
I held onto Alfred. " Hey your making it to obvious" he shout-whispered in my ear. I looked up at him or tried to, sending a glare. Then all the sudden I felt even more dizzy if that was even possible. I slumped onto him as all the world fell into darkness.
^Arthur POV^
I was walking alongside to look ahead and see my son Matthew pass out in Alfred's arms. I frowned and started towards them at a quicker pace. I saw Alfred look to me and then Matthew with wide eyes.
"I think its the head wound, Ill bring him back home or somethin'-"
My strong and capable son then carried Matthew into his arms and started to run.
" Hey! Wait!" I shouted
Although I wanted to go after them. I couldn't leave my host here all by himself in this new town.
" I'm sorry about that " I said looking down in shame as we kept walking.
" You never told me you had a daughter" he said briskly
" Uh?" I asked perplexed, that is because I do not have one.
" The small one" he explained
" You mean Mathew?!" I asked frowning at him
" ..Matvey..." He sighed seeming lost in thought with rosy cheeks- wait a minute!
" Oh no, no no no no! You do not touch my son do you understand? Are we clear?" I almost yelled at him pointing my finger furiously
" How old is he?" Ivan asked smiling as if I had never yelled or glared at him in the first place.
" Way to young for you now, I will ask again. Are we clea-"
"нет" he said smiling and tilting his head
I had no idea what he had said
" I never told you I was interested, da? " he stated
Oh dear... had I been mistaken? I was just so used to this happening to my son Matthew. I had promised him to never let it happen again to him since that frog ...
Fact was I could get carried away easily.
" I apologise for having yelled at you." I said gaining my composure back.
I extended my hand. We then shook hands. His grasp was firm and rough.
Whilst that was happening he observed:
" Matvey is lucky to have such a caring and protective family."
His smile was kind of off but I let it slide. I was still a bit embarrassed about my outburst. Although I felt like I had no reason to trust this man. However I am a gentleman and therefore will treat the person inviting us for supper amicably.
" So what is for supper?" I questioned in order to change the subject as we kept walking in the same direction Alfred had sped off to a minute ago.
