AN: Yes, I know I take my good and dandy time with updating this |||OTL Ya think with how often I play Alfred I would be able to go faster then this . But nooooo, he just wants to hold out on me! The bastard XD
I hope you like the chapter though w I trieded my hardest you know~
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I did .; Review~! Good, bad, ugly - it's aaalll good in my eyes as long as the bad and ugly have good reasoning behind them . Also, I don't know if I was supposed to put it anywhere, but you'll get a bit of bad language here and there throughout the story. I might just have to up the rating eventually D Muahahahahahaha...!
... My mind is Al laughing and Mattie giving him a wired look lately so... Just accept my oddness OTL
I DISCLAIM!
Enjoy~
Chapter Three.
The smell of salt was thick in the cool summer air of the windy coast line. Strong gusts pushed the water up the rocky cliff and over the sandy beach only to have gravity pull it back down into the ocean that never seemed to end.
It did though, end I mean. I knew now that the ocean would always end somewhere – and yet I still hated it.
I hate the ocean.
A lot of people would say that hate is a strong word, after all, it's just the ocean right? It doesn't hate me, doesn't know me. It feels nothing – it just is. It always will be.
What could it ever do to me?
...
"I miss you."
...
The ocean says nothing.
Kumajouro jogs back to where I'm sitting on a stray rock along the beach line. He pants happily, a rare wakeful light in his eyes that I haven't seen in so many years that I couldn't even remember it. I smile down at him and scratch that spot behind his ear "Well it looks like the ocean doesn't bother you anymore, huh Komajuro?"
"Who?"
"Canada."
"Mama."
...
I stare – just stare. "W-What...?"
"Hey bro! Number one super hero here to brighten up your day with awesome! But you gotta pick up the phone first! Pick up pick up pick up! No? You're really not there? Well when you get back, call me 'kay?"
Beep.
"Maaattttiiieeee~! I'm so boorreeddd~! Pick uuuupp~! Pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick u—"
Beep.
"Pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up! Dude! Are you dead or something! It's been like, a week! Where are you!"
Beep.
"Okay. You're starting to freak me out here bro. I know I don't talk to you all that much, but it's been three weeks now! Did I piss you off or something? Call me!"
Beep.
"Mon Matthieu? Are you there mon petit lapin? Amérique has been complaining for weeks now that you have not been returning his calls and you haven't been at the meetings either. I worry for you bébé."
Beep.
"Fuck this. I'm coming over and breaking that door down if you don't answer it!"
End of messages.
Shit.
...
CRASH
SHIT!
"Al! You didn't need to break the damn door! I would've anser—"
"Mattie!"
"Ouf! A-Al! Letgo! Y-You'resquishingmeee~!" Was all I managed to gasp out before my voice failed me completely. Thankfully my dear brother got what I said and pulled away, his eyes big and watery.
"You jerk! If you were here the whole time then why didn't you call me back! You really are mad at me aren't you! What did I do!"
I chuckled as I slowly eased my other away, just encase he tried to kill me with another hug "I'm not mad at you Alfred. I wasn't even home for the past couple of months."
"You weren't? Well where were you?" Al tilted his head to the side, blinking big eyes curiously. He looked adorable, like a puppy and not at all like the hero he always tried to be. It was times like this that I was almost positive that I was the older of us, but he and I never really remembered an exact age – never bothered to wonder or argue over it either.
"I was taking some time off for a bit, a vacation you could say." That was truth enough.
He gave me a confused look "But don't you have that all the time over here?"
"... No Alfred. I actually do a lot of work. I wanted a break, so I got away for a bit."
"Yeah? Where'd you go?"
"The beach."
He gave me an odd look "Didn't you say something about not liking the beach?"
I smiled "I guess I was wrong."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"... Canada."
"Ah! Mon petit Matthieu! How have you been? I see young Amérique has finally pulled you away from your house. You missed two meetings bébé. "
"F-Forgive me Papa, I was just taking some time off of work. I'm back now though." I fidgeted a bit and smiled, letting out a little laugh. I seriously didn't think that anyone would even notice my absence from the meetings, but I guess once Alfred knows – damn my luck – then everyone else is soon to find out.
Namely Francis, England and Cuba. The latter two seemed to quickly forget after Al stopped whining though, along with Alfred.
Jerks.
Everyone else caught on for a bit here or there out of over hearing – or being unable to ignore the un-ignorable American, whichever fits your fancy – but they forgot just as quickly as they heard. Francis had been the first to actually bother noticing me at the meeting, and it was only after the meeting was over.
"Non, there is nothing to forgive mon flis. We were simply wondering wher—" Francis glanced up and visibly tensed.
"Matvey."
Oh?
I turned around to find myself face to face with tan fabric. Looking up, I caught a slight chill down my spine as aurora met violet "H-Hey Ivan! What's up?"
The tall Russian smiled down at me in an innocent way, his head tilting as round, child-like eyes blinked at me "I heard that you had been missing for a vhile and started to worry about our game! It is still on, da?"
I relaxed a bit and smiled up at the other man, Ivan was a good guy in my opinion – a bit troubled, but who wouldn't be at his age. China definitely had a lot of problems too and Ivan and him where some of the oldest here. Not to mention I... Had a bit of a crush on him. But come on! He's smart, crazy smart, mature and can hold his own in a game of hockey without one complaint – unlike Alfred – not to mention that he was very... Physically appealing.
My face flushed a bit as my thoughts wandered and I had to clear my throat before saying anything, looking away from the Russian for a moment to stop my eyes from wandering "Y-Yeah, yeah! The game is still on Ivan. Don't worry, I wouldn't miss it."
I let a competitive little grin spread to my face as I looked back up "You better not chicken out on me, eh?"
A smirk settled on his chapped lips and my heart fluttered a bit as a spark lit his eyes "Of course not Matvey. I vould never miss a chance to beat you at your own game!"
"Hey now! Who said you would be winning it?"
"You do not think I am good enough?"
"Well not against me!"
"So sure of yourself little Matvey! You almost sound like your brother!"
"I'm not little! You're just big! And I do not!"
"Hahahaha~"
Noticed. Another one of the reasons I liked Ivan, he noticed me more often than most anyone else did and though he could come off as creepy – really creepy – when he mistook me for my brother, I could forgive him because he still remembered me longer than most afterwards. Even in the little argument we were having I was smiling. It never really occurred to me that he would be one of the people to notice my absence, even with his good memory of me – it made me smile all the more that he did.
But the good times always had to end sometime "Hey you commie! Get away from my brother!"
Two, large arms came around me to crush me into another larger chest. The familiar sent of worn leather met my nose and I struggled to get the proper air I needed "Al...! Let go of me please?"
I was ignored, as usual, as my 'hero' glared at the smiling 'commie' a few feet away "How many times do I gotta tell you to back off you red slime!"
I pushed a bit harder and glared at my brother "Alfred! Be nice!"
"I have no idea vhat you are talking about Amerika, people are going to start vorrying if you keep coming up with all this random nonsense." There was an innocence in Ivan's voice and expression as he said this, acting as if he were seriously concerned about my other, but I could hear the nasty undertone that he kept solely for Alfred.
"It's not random nonsense! I make perfect sense! And don't lie! I know what you're trying to do! You and your stupid comminess are trying to get uh... Mattie to turn to the dark side! But he's my brother and you can't break our awesome bond of brothers!"
"Oh? This is coming from the man – nyet the boy who can't even remember his brother's name? Poor little Matvey vould be much better off with a brother like me da?"
"Never! And you can't even remember his name either!"
"I can."
"No, you called him some weird commie name!"
"Do you even know his last name?"
"Yeah! It's—Uh..."
"Williams."
"Shut up!"
"You vant to make me little Amerika?"
Alfred let go of me and I tried to grab at his jacket "Guys! Don't fight!"
CRASH
"Take that!"
"..."
Shit.
Lapin: Rabbit
Mon: My
Petit: Little
Bébé: Baby
Da: Yes
Nyet: No
