Shorter chaper. What can I say? I'm writing this on my iPod :I Then I'm eMailing it to myself. So if there are any mistakes, HERE'S YOUR SIGN~

Now things are gonna get exciting~

Alfred was due to leave at 8. Gilbert arrived at 5. Matthew had been awake since 4. It was not looking bright as he made pancakes-burnt, crispy things not worthy of being made by his hand. Alfred was disappointed in the pancakes. Disappointed in himself for not being able to take care of his brother or making other people take notice of him. Disappointed for being unable to be the hero he claimed to be. Gilbert was only hoping that he could make it out of this hot mess with he and his team in one piece. Well, one pieces.

Matthew had been making pancakes when Gilbert had arrived. Alfred was still half asleep having gotten up only fifteen minutes before. Along with Gilbert, there were eighteen other people. Matthew had opened the door, saw them, and told them that no, there is no party here, we are not buying anything, and that he had a hockey stick and was not afraid to use it. Gilbert had rolled his eyes and proceeded inside the house. Matthew left the door for them to close.

Alfred took one look at them and said "I need more coffee." Matthew had to fight the urge to face palm himself. As the group had spread out in the living room Matt had began making more pancakes. Thirty pancakes made, his perfect ones since he was awake, and thirty pancakes disappeared down the gullets of hungry men and women. After breakfast, Gilbert had introduced the group.

"So you know me. The blonde with the Italian on his arm is my brother Ludwig. The Italian is Feliciano Vargas, and the other is his twin Lovino. Hanging onto Lovino is Antonio. The blonde next to Antonio is Francis." There Matthew interrupted.

"Hey Francis. You're in with the albino?" he greeted.

"Matthieu, mon cher, how are you? I 'aven't seen you in ages!" Francis had practically glomped onto the teen.

"I'm fine, you disgusting French pervert." Matthew protested with a smile. Francis stood above him but kept his arms around Matthew's face and head.

"Gilbert, dear snowflake, why did you not tell me we would be guarding my darling cousin?" Francis had pouted. Gilbert shrugged.

"How was I supposed to know?" Matthew tried to disentangle himself from the Frenchman. Francis held tighter, and Matthew sighed and gave up.

"Anyway, the Japanese guy is Kiku. The sleepy arshloch next to him is Heracles. The creepy Russian dude is Ivan. Next to him are his sisters Natalya and Katsuyasha. The three behind him are Toris, Raivis, and Eduard. The blonde in the dress is Feliks. The bastard with the stick up his ass-not my brother, the other one-is Roderich. The crazy bitch with the frying pan is Elizaveta. The Chinese guy is Yao, and Lord Eyebrows back there is Arthur. His eyebrows look scarier than they are, don't worry." Gilbert finished.

"Shut up you bloody wanker!" Arthur snapped, punching Gilbert's arm. "At least I don't look like a vampire without fangs!"

"A freaking sexy vampire that the chicks would totally love to date after all that Twilight crap." Gilbert smirked. Arthur looked disgusted.

"He's not a vampire Arthur. He's a snowflake!" Antonio piped up. "Though definitely not delicate as one, he's got the color for it!"

"More like lack of color." Francis piped in from behind Matthew. Matthew could feel the other man's voice vibrating in his back. Alfred looked at the spread group.

"Who's the leader?" he asked.

"Me!" Gilbert immediately piped up. The whole group started laughing, save Ludwig who only gave a small chuckle, though those around Ivan tries to avoid the scary aura he gave off, except Natalya who had her own. Even Ivan moved away from hers. Gilbert glared at them, and only Ludwig could maintain his smile.

"You guys suck. Everybody generally answers to Luddy. But when we fight i call the shots." Gilbert growled. Ludwig gave his brother a Look.

"That's only because you get in so many fights." He said.

"Ja, whatever." Gilbert rolled his eyes. "I'm awesome enough to have walked away from them all."

After the initial meeting the group settled. Gilbert would be in the room next to Matthew's, and would share the Jack-and-Jill bathroom with the blonde. Arthur got Alfred's room. Ludwig took the room across from Matthew, and would be sharing a bathroom with Feliciano. Lovino, who the others also called Romano, would share a bathroom with Antonio. He didn't look pleased and began swearing about tomato bastards who didn't know how to keep heir hands to themselves. Ivan took the room on the other side of Matthew, sharing a bathroom with Raivis. Francis shared a bathroom with Eduard. Natalya and Katauyasha would share a bathroom, and Natalya began muttering about her brother needing to marry her so they could share a bathroom. Feliks and Toris would share a bathroom, and the only hetero-couple would be Elizaveta and Roderich. Kiku and Heracles would share a bathroom with Yao, because there were two beds in one room. Only Arthur got a bathroom to himself and Gilbert gave eyebrow wiggles at what he could do since it was only his. Arthur promptly punched him again, only in the gut this time. Gilbert doubled over.

When it was time for Alfred to leave he turned to Matt.

"If any of them hurt you or make you uncomfortable just let me know. I'll be back before you can say 'Alfred is the greatest hero ever!' Behave yourself, Mattie-bear, and stay safe." He said, wrapping his twin in a tight hug.

"Al, of you get yourself hurt, I might just kill you." Matthew replied. Alfred winked as he stepped back.

"Same to you bro." And then he was in he dark green car and leaving. Gilbert, Ludwig, Feliciano, and Francis stood on the doorstep and watched. Gilbert had his arms crossed and leaned against the house. Feliciano stayed latched onto Ludwig, looking both worried and excited. Francis was thinking about parties and people he could mole-eh, MEET in this house. Ludwig showed no emotion, his calculating expression unbroken.

Matthew stood on the edge of driveway, feeling a bit lost. What the hell was he going to do for a month with these people?

Review?

Also, as I'm writing and uploading this (it's saved as Protection) I keep thinking to myself Why do I feel like I'm writing about sex and condoms? Hm. "Protection".

...

Yep.