Oh my god. I thought as Mattie walked over to the Frenchman. He was currently bent over to check if the Canadian got under the couch, somehow. Matt's a big dude so I don't know how he'd ever squeeze under there but apparently Francis believed he could. Anyways, Mattie stood behind him with his hand hovering over the Frenchman's ass. I looked up at him filled with amazement. It's only when he's invisible he has the balls to do these sort of things. Mattie looked at me with a look that can only be read as 'should I do it?' and, of course, I nodded in response. Ludwig noticed I was looking at something near Francis's ass with such enthusiasm and suspected me so he walked over to me. Note: he still had the Italian on his back.
"Is Matthew over near Francis?" he asked quietly towards my ear. I nodded in response and then tried to explain his power.
"He says it's not invisibility but he can manipulate people's sight and make himself invisible. 'Kind of like a greenscreen with filters' is how he explained it." Ludwig look baffled. He must have not thought that was even possible.
"Amazing…" the Eastern German mumbled. Knew it. I don't think I could ever understand how Mattie thought his mutations were useless. They are and will always be so awesome to everyone!
"Oh mon dieu ce que l'enfer est que!" I heard the Frenchman scream in a high pitched tone. Ludwig and I's attention turned towards him and saw him aghast while looking around the room at everyone. His face was pink and as his hair started to smoke. What the hell? I looked over to Mattie who's face went from cunning expression to one like Francis' old expression. He, now, had a very irritated face but the thing that scared the rest of us is that his skin was actually turning lightish-red (or pink) and his hair turning into flames! None of us knew what to do, not even Gilbert! Hell, Gil looked like he was going through a world war flashback. Mattie was the one that took initiative by becoming visible again, or at least I'm assuming so cause everyone noticed him after this, and turning Francis to face him. When he lain his now dark-red-almost-black eyes on Matthew's bright purple ones, his red hue started to fade. He's always had the ability to also calm people down just by his presents.
"Francis it's me it was all me calm down I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I know whenever that happens it embarresses you I wasn't thinking I'm so sorry," he said muffled as he hugged the older man tightly. Francis hugged back, obviously, and returned back to normal.
"Germania wha," I heard faintly next to me before someone shushed them. I looked over to see the Italian on the German's back finally woke up, presumably from Francis' screeching. At the time I felt so bad for him. Imagine falling asleep at a mutant training facility on the first day not knowing anyone and then later being woken up by screeching sounds made from a guy with flaming hair and pink skin. I don't know about others, but that's not my cup of tea personally. Looking back at the two French speakers they've seen to calm down at this point. Everyone in the room is still quite stunned but they've tried to back to their normal conversations.
While that was all happening, 5 more mutants arrived. What a thing to be welcomed to. There was a man with curly, dark brown hair, tan skin, and green eyes. Behind him looking over his shoulder was another man who looked very similar to Feliciano with brown hair, green eyes, tan skin, and an ahoge sticking out of his head. Another male had almost black hair, purple eyes with glasses, pale skin and a single birthmark under his lip. The woman had brown, long hair, green eyes, and a big bust. I knew her, she's Elizabeta. The last man had a hood over his head that covers his eyes and hair but he looked quite pale. He had black, skinny, ripped jeans and a denim jacket with a hood attached. He has a wonderful figure.
"Hola Francis! Are you okay? The curly haired man asked while walking over to two men. Francis immediately became flustered as his mouth hung wide open.
"Bonjour Antonio! Roderich! Elizabeta! When did you get here? And I'm fine, merci."
"We got here when you squealed mi amigo," answered, who I assumed was, Antonio. "I feel bad for you going throu-," he then cut himself off, "-Lovi please no," Antonio pleaded to the man who looked like Feliciano. The man who Antonio called Lovi was facing Ludwig with a sassy stance, his arms crossed and one hip raised. His face was painted with disgust.
"Put down my fratello you potato bastardo," he demanded. Lud's face just stayed composted, even though he just got called a bastard. Does he not care?
"Fein." The Eastern-German let Feli hop off of his back with a thud and start hugging Lovi. He squirmed within the Italian's grasp cursing at him.
"Ciao Lovino!"
"Fanculo Veneziano! Lasciar andare già!" Lovino yelled as he pushed Feli off of him, causing Feli to stumble back a bit. He then grabbed the Italian's shoulders while looking at him straight in the eyes. "Quante volte hanno un detto di non stare in giro quel bastardo di patate?"
"Non lo so," Feli mumbled looking down at his feet. I'd felt so bad for him. He had just woken up from a nap while someone was yelling and then gets yelled at after.
"Tu non sai!?" Lovino asked, progressively raising his voice. His face was getting redder and redder with anger. At this point, they had everyone in the room staring at them but I guess since I was the one closest to them who Lovino hasn't hassled yet, he decided to question me.
"Hey Stronzo, what are you looking at?" he queried as he took his eyes off of Feliciano and looked at me as well as his hands off of his shoulders and started frantically gesticulating towards me. His pear colored eyes just full of resentment. I gazed upon him in doubt. Is he really doing this right now? I inhaled and exhaled. I had to stop myself before I succumb to the overwhelming pressure to bitchslap him.
"I only feel bad for Feliciano dude because it was screaming he woke up to and then right after he gets yelled at for, what I'm assuming is, being on Ludwig's back when he had no choice. You should lighten up a bit."
"I agree Lovi," Antonio said as he walked up behind Lovino and hugged him from behind. Anyone could see Lovino tensed up but not everyone could see his face, which was priceless. His face got bright red all the way up to his ears- man -you should have seen it! It was so hard to conceal the smirk on my face.
"Antonio, let go," Lovino ordered. The man didn't even loosen his grip on the other's waist. "Antonio."
"Yes Lovi~?" Antonio whispered into the shorter man's ear and resting his head on his shoulder. This sent shivers down his spine and caused him to be even brighter red, if possible. I looked over at Matt, who was having a pleasant looking conversation with Gilbert. Shit I needed him to escape to. This is awkward. I was looking around the room for anything else to look at besides the PDA that is in front of me. Look at the food, I'll get some later. Look at Mattie, dammit still chatting with den hvide død. Look at the clock, god dammit I can't read analog very well. Pull out your phone and look at the time, 7:34 okay a shit ton of more people should start coming.
"Hey Spaniard," I heard a voice say coming from behind Antonio and Lovino. The taller man turned his head and Lovi took the opportunity to slip out from his grip. So Antonio is from Spain. Makes sense. "Could you not clearly see the guy is uncomfortable and the man in front of you was clearly not comfortable?" He had a thick British accent. I looked over to see who said that was the man in the denim jacket with that damn fine figure. I heard the Spaniard actually growl.
"Ugh, Inglaterra, when did you get here?" Antonio spat in a voice that didn't sound like his own. It looked like a purple aura is surrounding him too but it was very faint. It seemed they knew each other from somewhere.
"When you did, twat." Man that accent is fucking magical.
"Good for you, puta." Did he just call him a bitch? The Spaniard then turned back around to face me. His face looked cold and heartless and, in all honestly, someone I wouldn't mess with. But as fast as lightswitch his face went back to the upbeat and loving Antonio I met minutes ago. I, of course, smile back.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, uh," he stops in the middle of his sentence. He wants my name.
"Alfred."
"Alfred," Antonio replied sounding like he's testing it on his tongue. "He and I never really got along."
"Why?" I blurted. His eyes widened, probably not expecting me to ask. I usually didn't let my curiosity get the best of me anymore.
"Mi amigo, why don't you ask him."
"Oh, um, okay," I stuttered. "I'll talk to you later then." He smiled at me as I walked past him and to the Briton sitting on the couch on his phone. His hood was still covering half his face but those black skinny jeans showed his legs off wonderfully. The man didn't even notice me as I was walking up to him. Either that or he ignored me. I stood in front of him for a second before talking.
"Hey, thanks for getting me out of that a second ago." He looked up from his phone to look at me. I shot him a smile and the Briton's expression didn't even change. I wish he'd move his hood.
"It's no problem. We people from English speaking countries need to stick together," he said turning back to face his phone.
"Actually, I have a question." This seemed to get his attention as he put his phone on the couch and raised his head.
"I'm listening." I couldn't tell what emotion was in his voice. It was strange, I couldn't put my finger on it. It was a mix of sass and something else. Whatever, focus.
"Antonio wanted me to ask you why you two never 'got along'." He seemed relieved when he heard me say what I did. He looked like he was absolutely dreading the question.
He sighed before saying, "We've known each other since little kids. Our families use to switch back and forth each summer visiting the other countries. He'd visit England one year, I'd visit Spain the next, vice-versa. He's always been a little prick."
"Did you at least like Spain?"
"The country is weird. It's really not my favorite place but some things can be beautiful, like the Barcelona Cathedral."
"I know I've only seen it in pictures I bet it's beautiful in person!"
"Oh trust me, it is."
"Wait, you've been there!?" The Briton and I actually got into a conversation about landmarks we wanted to visit or one of us seen. He has been all across Europe while, well, you know where I've been.
We only got pulled out of our world when someone started talking to everyone in the room. He was in a fancy suit and blue tie. Maybe a government person? He cleared his throat.
"Attention everyone. Ahem. Excuse me, thank you. Now, I bet we all know why everyone is here. You all are the best of your home countries and like to help people with your mutations. We're here to help you guys turn into heros. Not just random people that don't get appreciated! So what do you say?" The man's enthusiasm wasn't really echoed though the audience full of mutants but Abel, Elizabeta, and Antonio definitely did. Some people clapped politely but those three were fucking whooping up a storm. The man, however, seemed pleased so that was good.
"Wonderful! Now the first order of business. We need to see who is here. I know, it will feel like school but please stick with me." Now that statement shut them up and were replaced with groans. Ugh This'll take a while.
French
Oh mon dieu ce que l'enfer est que - Oh my god what the hell is that!
Italian
Fratello - Brother
Bastardo - Bastard
Ciao - Hello
Fanculo Veneziano! Lasciar andare già! - Fuck (he calls Feliciano Veneziano but it really means Venetian or from Venice)! Let go already!
Quante volte hanno un detto di non stare in giro quel bastardo di patate? - How many times have I said do not stay around that potato bastard?
Non lo so - I don't know.
Tu non sai!? - You don't know!?
Spagna - Spain
Danish
Den Hvide Død - The White Death
Gud Pokkers - God damn
Spanish
Inglaterra - England
Puta - Bitch