After three hours of lessons, in which Anya had learnt the bare basics of the language (meaning "Hello, I am _. How are you? I am good."), France had decided he needed to take care of something of extreme importance (read: gloating to Spain), leaving Canada alone to teach the Russian. Though not much teaching was getting done.
Matthew was in fact trying to continue the lesson, but alas, Anya was not paying a bit of attention to him. Or at least, to what he said. Anya was focusing on him, more specifically the stray curl that hung in front of his face. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't noticing it just now, she had known it was there for a while. The thing was, during the whole lesson the thing had been bobbing and twitching almost happily, especially when she was able to correctly pronounce something in French.
While she had noticed the curl before, having France there meant she had to watch him and his wandering hands more that the confusing little curl. As such, she payed attention to what the pair of Francophones were telling her. Without the threat of being groped, however, Anya was free to concentrate on the seemingly alive piece of hair.
Anya wondered if it was like other Nation's stray curls. Russia had often seen Germany pull on Italy's curl in order to quiet the pasta lover's babble on food. However, when Spain pulled on Romano's curl, the boy got louder than ever, shouting profanities at the Spaniard until the curl was released. If the little Canadian's curl was like that, what would happen if she were to pull it.
"Are you still listening, Anya?" Matthew asked sternly, jerking Anya out of her thoughts. Anya sat there for a moment longer, staring at the curl.
"What is it?" She muttered in contemplation
"W-what?" Matthew stuttered.
"That curl...what is it?" Anya clarified.
"N-New Brunswick." Mathew stated.
"Is it like Italy's curl?" Anya asked as she stood and started walking towards Matthew, who stood as well, knowing that it would be best if he stayed out of reach.
"E-eh?" He asked as he backed up.
"Why is Matvey walking away?" Anya questioned as she walked closer to Matthew.
"Russia, I r-really think we should continue the lesson." Matthew said. Anya pouted at the use of her Nation title, and not her name.
"Da." She sighed as she slowly walked back to her seat. As the chair scraped across the floor, there was a echoing call through the room.
"Big sister~" The voice was unmistakeable. Anya bolted to the door and locked the multitude of locks that she had placed on said door.
"Big sister~ lets become one~" The door was starting to shake on it's hinges, "don't worry about the door. It won't keep us apart much longer big sister."
"N-nyet." Anya cried out as she ran to the other side of the room, looking for an escape route.
"Anya?" Matthew asked in confusion. He didn't think anyone scared the Russian. He had seen how she had faced his brother during the Cold War.
"It is my little brother..." Anya said as she managed to open one of her larger windows, thankful that the library was on the first floor, "Matvey should go first so Belarus does not see you."
"Oh okay..." Matthew said as he jogged over to the window. He was starting to climb through when there was a defining crack. Anya turned to see that Belarus had torn out the door knob.
"Big sister, who is that?" Belarus hissed, "Big sister, why are you with him?"
"Hurry up Matvey!" Anya cried as she helped Matthew through the window. Anya quickly followed as there came more cracks of breaking wood. She managed to get through the window, though she landed on Matthew. After they both managed to get up, Anya grabbed Matthew's wrist and ran to the front of the house.
"How did Matvey get here?" Anya asked as they ran.
"I came in France's car." Matthew said.
"Then we'll have to take one of mine..." Anya muttered, "A plane would be faster...the airstrip isn't far though..."
"Where are we going?" Matthew asked.
"The last place my brother would dare go."
After somehow escaping Belarus, getting to the airstrip with Anya's jets (which were used for political purposes and emergencies), and finally touching down in France, Matthew had to call for a rental car, as France had taken the car they had used to get to the airport. Anya was walking beside him wearily. She rarely came to France. Unless there was a meeting there she didn't see the point. She couldn't speak any form of French and she didn't like being dependent on people she didn't know, or people she did know really. Anya didn't trust many people or Nations. Matvey was a rare exception. In all the time she had known Matvey he had never done anything to cause her to be distrustful of him. He had proven himself to be very different from his brother.
"Anya, our car is here." Matthew had said, pulling Anya from her thoughts.
"Ah, okay Matvey." Anya said as she followed the boy to a red convertible which looked quite pricey, "Matvey chose an interesting car..."
"Oh, France gave me permission to use his name for tabs while I'm in France." Matthew stated. This was his way at getting back at France for...well for many things. Not that France would realize it, he'd just think Matthew had gotten his taste for expensive things.
The car ride was silent as Matthew navigated the Parisian streets. When they finally reached a mansion that could be none other than France's, the pair walked up to the door. Without knocking Anya walked in side, followed by Matthew. Quickly striding over to the windows she locked all of them securely before going back and locking and dead-bolting the front door.
"La Russie, why are you here?" France, who had been on the couch of the front room with Spain, asked.
"Belarus showed up at my house." Russia said as reached into her coat and pulled out a bottle of Vodka.
"Is that all?" France asked.
"You have not met my little brother." Russia said, "Matvey can explain why it was necessary to leave quickly.
"Mathieu?" France turned to Canada
"No comment." Matthew stated before plopping onto the couch next to Spain, who looked thoroughly freaked out by Russia's appearance.
"Mi amigo," Spain said to France, " I believe I should go."
"Nyet." Russia said, "If Belarus goes this far to search for me, he will go to Spain before France"
"Porquè?" Spain asked
"Belarus will give up searching in a week." Russia said, ignoring Spain's question, "Until then we stay in France." As much as I don't like it.
"Russia..." Matthew started, "You don't have any luggage..."
"Da, and?" Anya asked
"That means you need to get clothes..." Matthew said. The room was silent for a moment.
"Magnifique, La Russie, I must show you my wonderful Parisian stores." France sang, "We will go as soon as I figure out where you will stay. There is a guest room next to Mathieu's."
"I'll stay there." Anya said, wanting to get the shopping over with. France could be worse that a teenage girl...or Poland.
"I'll go with you too, to make sure nothing happens." Matthew said as he got up.
"Well then," France said with a smile, "Allons-y."
I have made myself happy. I managed to fit in a Doctor Who reference right there at the end, even if it was so small. I love Tennant's Doctor. Smith is good, but I prefer Tennant.
France is going to have such a fun time. Matthew is going to protect the two from each other... (France from being murdered/maimed and Russia from being molested) Have fun Matvey!
Oh! and As I finally read the reviews I got since I posted last (I am very distractable...Fanfictions distract me from Fanfictions.) I would like to reply to a few...not that I get many...probably because I keep forgetting to post...please review people...
To Birdie: I noticed that I wrote "por que" instead of "porquè" after I posted...my spell check does not work for Spanish... Also, I've just figured out how to put the accent over the e's and i's. I...will admit I should have realized it sooner...but what's done is done...
To Negativity to Normality: Thank you for that, I get my French from Fanfictions and spelling isn't my strong point and spell check works about as well for French as it does for Spanish so thank you for that correction.