A/N: Wazzup dawgz? Sorry I haven't updated recently, I've been extremely busy. By the way still lookin" for a beta... please? I'm dying here... All right, I might start a truth or dare and I wanna know what ya' guys think. Thank you to BlackRoseGirl666, lilredd3394, MattieMicBrownWilliams, and AnimatedSM1 for actually reviewing! Love y'all! Here's my update!
Matthew Williams slammed his door shut as the last of his crazed fans finally gave up trying to grab his pants. He sighs and slumps on the couch, in a hoodie and ripped-up black jeans with black cammo boots covering the torn edges. He adjusts his glasses and runs a hand through his newly cut hair. It was a greaser cut and was streaked in black and brown. He turns on the TV to watch the Canadian playoffs. He lets his arms hang at his sides, his nail painted freshly black with a red streak down the middle one on each hand. He had his earrings in on both ears and was tired from running from screaming fans all the way from the barber shop a couple of blocks away. He smirked in victory. 'Wait till they see this.' He thinks as he gets up. He had to somehow sneak out of his house to get to the world meeting without getting mobbed. He turns the TV off and puts on his new necklace. It was a black chain with a blood red teardrop hanging off a skull, his signature mark. He sneaks out into his garage and revs the black truck's engine and starts off to the meeting. He was positive he had locked everything and that he would be a little late to the meeting.
Everyone looked up when the door swung open to the meeting room, a collective gasp sounding throughout the room. Alfred was pouting in his seat and refused to look at Matthew until a perplexed Kiku told him what Matthew did. His head snaps up and his seat goes flying behind him. "What did you do to your hair!" Alfred yells, pounding his fist on the table angrily. Silence falls over the room as Matthew steps forward. "Cut it." He replies casually. "You went too far!" Alfred bellows, an angry fire in his eyes. Matthew lip curls up in a look of distaste. "You telling me what to do started this. Now shut up and sit down." He growls. Cuba moves from where he stands next to Spain (trying to argue in Spanish) and walks over to Matthew. "Both of you stop," He grunts, "you're brothers." Matthew frowns and Alfred snarls. The American jumps over the table and launches himself at the Cuban when the man put a hand on Canada's shoulder. They wrestle for a while before Canada pulls Alfred off Cuba and punches the blond. "You asshole! I took it to far?! You attacked my boyfriend!" He screams, punching the older one again. Alfred stumbles back, wincing along with everyone by the angry words. He holds his nose, blood slipping through his fingers, and a black eye forming. Matthew helps Cuba up, taking his hand and leading him away from the group of countries. "You're not my brother!" He shouts over his shoulder, "You're a chienne!" Francis gapes at the spot were he last saw Matthew, not believing his ears. "mon Dieu." He gasps. "Mathieu n'a pas simplement dire que!' Alfred scowls. 'I understand French.' He growls angrily, leaving for the bathroom with Kiku trailing behind him.
