Matthew chewed at his bottom lip, anxiety growing within him as the car moved steadily forward. He was sandwiched in the back, between Ludwig and Gilbert, practically on the latter's lap. Feliciano happily sat on his boyfriend's lap, smiling lazily. In front, Francis was driving with Arthur in charge of the map.

Which was probably the stupidest idea Matthew had ever heard of.

Note to self, never ever have those two try to navigate anywhere. He swore he was going to snap if the pair didn't stop yelling for more than three seconds. Couldn't they just stop fighting for just a little bit? It didn't help he had to keep swatting a certain albino's hand away from his crotch every five seconds. Why couldn't he have ridden with his brother?

Oh right, because Ivan was in the same car and that man terrified him. So, like the naive young fool he was, he had opted to go in Francis' car on this impromptu Vegas trip. Unfortunately, Gilbert had soon decided to come with him and forced the two other passengers into the car as well. Arthur had wanted to stay home but Francis had made it obviously clear that he had no choice. All in all, they were six people in a car meant for four. And Matthew, like usual, was stuck in the middle.

"Will you bloody shut up and listen? The turn was the one you just missed you damn frog!"

"Maybe, if my navigator actually gave me directions when they were needed and not ten minutes later I wouldn't miss things!" Francis retorted back, taking an illegal U-Turn in order to correct Arthur's mistake.

"Fucking wino, always trying to blame someone else." Arthur hissed out through clenched teeth.

"I'm always blaming others? Do you hear yourself, Arthur?" Francis spat back, turning his head to send his boyfriend a glare.

"That was the fucking turn! Damn it! You missed it again!" Arthur yelled, pointing furiously and crumpling the map in his fist. Fucking hell, who told the french frog to drive?

"Ca suffit. Matthieu! Change avec Arthur, j'ai besoin de votre aide." (That's it. Matthew! Change with Arthur, I need your help.) Francis called out in his native language, pulling over to the side of the road. Oh, Arthur was going to get it when they go to their hotel room. Hell, he might just do it in the lobby to embarrass him.

"What did you say? I hate it when you speak that filthy tongue!" Arthur seethed, confused as to why they had suddenly stopped. He was even more confused as he saw Matthew getting out of his seat (with much difficulty because Gilbert was none to happy about him leaving his current residency on his lap).

"Francis wants me to give directions." Matthew stated simply, opening the door and getting out of the car. Oh it was so nice to have room to stretch. He heard his joints crack and winced. Being crammed into that small space had to be some form of abuse. "So, we're switching seats."

"I am not getting on Gilbert's lap." Arthur stated firmly, remaining stubbornly in his passenger seat with his arms crossed. He was a great navigator, it was the frog who was a bad listener.

"I don't want your old ass on my lap anyway." Gilbert huffed, looking up at his boyfriend with big red eyes. Hopefully, it would work and Matt would succumb to his inner desires and get back in his lap. Sadly, Matthew just rolled his eyes at him. The nerve, for some reason Matt was immune to his awesomeness during times like these. It was really annoying.

Arthur swirled around to give the albino a deadly emerald glare. "You're older than me, git. Matthew! I refuse to have you date this asshole." He reiterated his disapproval for probably the hundredth time since the two started dating almost a year ago. How could Matthew even like someone so much older than himself! And an uncultured, vulgar prat too!

"Arthur, Gilbert is my boyfriend and you're going to have to accept that. Why doesn't he drive and I give him directions. Aren't you tired Francis?" Matthew switched the subject, turning his attention to his french friend. He didn't like the idea of Arthur sitting on Gilbert's lap either...

"Awesome idea Matt!" Gilbert quickly agreed, scampering out of his own seat to stand beside the blond. That way, he could still be next to him and, when the others weren't paying attention, could do some awesomely dirty things while driving. He grinned at the prospect.

"I do like the idea of Arthur sitting on my lap...D'accord." Francis mused, sending a pervertedly smug smirk toward the Englishman. Arthur bristled, he did NOT like this idea one bit. Unfortunately, he was outnumbered three to one and was forced onto the frogs lap. Bloody hell.

Gilbert was a good driver, though he did exceed the speed limit on numerous occasions. Still, he listened to his navigator who gave directions calmly, patiently and successfully. Arthur huffed at how well they worked together. Why couldn't his boyfriend be as cooperative? Why did he have to be bloody french? And why was he groping his arse!

"Francis! You get your hand off me or I'll cut it off!" He threatened angrily, squirming in his seat on the others thighs. What had he done to deserve such a fate?

Matthew sighed, he guessed it didn't matter what the two were doing, as long as they were together the air would be filled with yells and curses.


Ivan's violet eyes twitched, he had never realized how annoying Alfred could actually be. But, now that he had been forced to remain with him in an enclosed space for quite some time, he could safely say he wanted to cut off his own ears. Did the man ever shut up? Surely this couldn't be possible! He hadn't heard him pause even once for a breath.

Was he the only one alarmed by this? None of the other passengers seemed to be bothered by it, and sadly they did have passengers. The nuisances just had to come and make things more difficult. And, of course, Alfred had to flaunt his huge, wasteful SUV by offering everyone a ride there. At least, he had scared most with his intimidation. Only those to absorbed in their own little worlds had agreed to ride with them.

In the very back, Roderich was currently sleeping the trip away. Very smart tactic of his to take some pills as soon as they got in the car. Ivan assumed it was something you learned from being engaged to that crazy woman, Elizaveta. Speaking of her, she was practically drooling, watching the pair sitting just in front of her.

Romano and Antonio were bickering about something or another. When were they not? It was a marvel the Spaniard had even gotten into the car without a black eye. Ivan, though, could care less about their problems, or anyone elses. He needed to focus on the issue on hand, getting to Vegas. Most importantly, getting a ring on Alfred's finger.

He only hoped Alfred would be less talkative when they were married.

The man didn't even seem to notice that absolutely no one in the car was listening to him. He simply continued to chatter on about the new iron man movie or some new case at work and then he'd announce whenever there was a McDonald's sign.

Had Ivan mentioned that they had stopped a total of five times already? Only for Alfred to buy another refreshment or burger at one of those infernal fast food places. If Ivan's residency in the country wasn't in the hands of the American he would of bashed his head in with a metal pipe by now.

As it was, he entertained himself by blocking the driver's incessant rattle from his mind, along with that of the Spanish Italian duo. He wondered if Roderich had any more pills...

He sighed deeply, just remember that by this time tomorrow all will be worth it. The thought made him calmer, made him less likely to commit murder. When enacting on a plan it was best to keep the main component alive, yes?

"Right, Ivan?"

Violet eyes glanced over at the blue ones now flickering at him from their steady gaze on the road. "Have you honestly believed I've been following your train of thought all the way to this point?"

Alfred stuck his tongue out annoyed, frowning at the realization no one had been listening to the awesome things he had been saying. "I said, once we check in we can go straight to the slots and tables, right?" He reiterated.

"Da, and you may visit the bars as well." Ivan decided to add, the sooner he ingrained the idea of alcohol consumption the sooner he could reap the rewards.

"Pfft, who drinks at this time of day? Oh yeah, you. Seriously, having vodka with every meal can't be healthy." The American mocked, happy to take his revenge for being ignored.

Ivan rolled his eyes, "At least I am able to hold down my liquor."

"Hey! I'm better than Artie!" Alfred defended quickly. His alcohol tolerance level was just fine!

"Everyone is better than your half-brother. He takes a sip of light beer and he's on the tables half naked singing something." Ivan sneered, recalling numerous times when the blond had done just that, if not more.

"He's not that bad." Alfred reasoned, feeling as though he should defend his half-brother. Even if they did fight a lot, they were still family. Plus, he was trying to get their rocky relationship to more familiar terms.

"Yes, he is. And if he's not singing, he's grinding the Frenchman." Ivan continued.

"Yeah, but that's usually Franny's fault." Alfred defended, he really did hate it when Arthur would just make out with Francis right in front of everyone. Of course, this only happened when intoxicated but it was still gross to see your brother sharing spit with a pervert. Especially when the blond had the nerve to deny the whole thing the next day.

Then again, Arthur was just generally annoying but Alfred still tried to get along with him, they were half brothers after all. He remembered the day they had that horrible nasty fight which lead him to shun the others existence for three whole years. Luckily, they had patched things up, mostly thanks to Matthew and his mediating skills.

The twins and Arthur shared a father but had different mothers. Arthur's had divorced his father when he was three and left, declaring she wanted nothing to do with either of them. A few years later, Arthur's father fell in love again and the woman bore him twins before dying from complications. His heart broken twice, their father was more loving toward his rum then toward his sons. Arthur, six years their elder, took it upon himself to raise the two boys and did the best he could with what he had. Of course, by the time the twins were in their late teens they wanted more freedom from Arthur's over protective rule. Alfred had been more extreme, estranging himself for years before Matthew soothed him back into the family.

Still, Arthur and Alfred remained on rocky ground for a while though they tried to ameliorate their relationship.

"Hardly or are you so dense that you can not see through your brother's obvious lies?" Ivan teased, giving the other his trademark smirk.

Alfred sent him a glare and turned his focus back on the road. Ivan was lucky he was paying for everything or he would of kicked him out of the car. He was so annoying sometimes. He still didn't understand why they were friends, if you could call them that.

Who could of thought that you'd be on friendly-ish terms with the guy who threw a chair at you when you first met? Granted, Alfred had told the Russian he would totally bang his sister after peeking at the picture in the man's wallet. But was the chair really necessary? Well, according to Ivan it was and before Alfred could he even realize what he had just said he was assaulted with the piece of furniture. Of course, he couldn't just lay there, even if he was in a state of shock. So he threw a punch along with a clever insult and before a mob could amass around them, they were fighting on the ground.

But, Alfred supposed, when you're forced to share a hospital room you get to know a person. It turned out that Ivan went to the same University as him. They hadn't met yet because the other was a shut in. He was a pretty creepy guy and Alfred never knew what he was thinking but something about him reminded him of Matthew. Mattie had decided to go to a different University and Alfred had not been happy. The pair were inseparable but now Mattie was leaving him! Still, the other had promised they would hang out on breaks and all that so he finally agreed. Alfred was a protective big brother (by three seconds), he blamed that trait on Arthur.

Matthew had been the baby of the odd family. With his soft fragile features and curly blond hair, the two others absolutely adored him. He had big violet blue eyes and was so quiet and shy. He went along with all of Alfred's schemes but obeyed Arthur's every word. Alfred missed that little brother, since when had he become so sarcastic? Probably Gilbert's damn influence. It was no secret the two elder brothers did not trust the albino since they stated their displeasure every time the two were together.

Anyway, university Alfred, feeling lonely without his twin found someone who seemed similar. Ivan was quite, like Matthew. Ivan was anti social, like Matthew. Ivan had violet eyes, was misunderstood and enjoyed hockey, like Matthew. Unfortunately, as Alfred continued to hang out with the Russian, Ivan was nothing like Matthew.

Ivan was cold and manipulative where Matthew was warm and trusting. Ivan kept his emotions hidden behind his cold violet shield and carefully crafted smirk. He scared the shit out of people and enjoyed the fear in others eyes. He was a sick fuck, Alfred had deduced after a few days of hanging out with him. But he didn't quit because now he had a new goal.

To make Ivan normal.

Which failed and landed him in the hospital once more. So, Alfred had said to hell with it, and decided to have nothing to do with the guy. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. It never was that easy when it came to the Russian.

He had caught Ivan's interest, something that happened rarely but when it did, it was a life long sentence. So, Alfred was trapped due to his own stupidity. At first he tried his best to get the creep to leave him alone before finally giving up. Now, he tried to make the best of it by making sure Ivan hung out with his other friends pr at least people in general in the hopes of making him a little normal. Then again, his friends weren't what most would constitute as normal...

"Turn to the right." Ivan's instruction brought him back from his thoughts as he obeyed the command with a slight nod. "You are quiet, is there something wrong? I don't recall ever a time where you weren't filling the air with your chatter." The Russian commented with a smirk.

Alfred gave him a cocky grin, "Oh, I was just thinking of something~" He waggled his eyebrows at him, in a similar fashion that Francis would. "Actually, of someone. Someone with huge tracts of land." He added, his voice earning a British accent near the end. He could feel the air drop a few degrees.

"You will refrain from thinking of my sister in such ways. I know for a fact that you are gay Alfred."

"I don't know... I mean, those jugs could turn anybody." He goaded, unable to hide his smile. Of course, that wasn't true but he did enjoy teasing the Russian.

"You are a dead man, American. If you do not stop this pointless garbage that spews from your hamburger infested mouth I will have to do certain horrible things to you." Ivan bit out his warning. Married or not, he could beat him with a pipe if he was forced to.

Alfred chuckled lightly, not scared in the least. He was never scared, one of the many things that intrigued Ivan and had drawn him toward the American.

"Fine, sorry. I was just kidding. Anyway, are we there yet?"


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