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SO MUCH SAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
YYEEESSS, I stayed up all night writing this instead of doing my english homework, so you better love it! I've never wirtten so much sap in one sitting before so hopefully it's ok (I had to listen to alot of sappy songs to get though it all xD). Yeah...by the time I finished writing it I was too tired to read over it all again, so if there alot more spelling mistakes then usual, that's why. I'll get to that one day, really...
I'm bumping this story up to M because of the many times I use the f-word. In this chapter alone I'm pretty sure I used it over 20 times(I had fun writing Prussia xD) Enjoy and Review!
Warning: SO MUCH SAAAPPPPP
Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ri-
"Bonjour?"
"Your little colony really knows how to French kiss."
France's hands stilled at the confession.
"E-excuse-moi?"
England twisted his body so that he could look at the Frenchman and raise an eyebrow. He hated to admit it but he was rather enjoying the massage that France had randomly decided to give him. Why did he have to stop now!? He was just starting to…kinda…maybe… get into it.
"You heard me, wine bastard. With his skills I'm surprised he isn't a pervert like you."
"…"
There was a brief pause before France chuckled and his hands continued to sooth out the knots in the British nations back. England relaxed and put his head back on his folded arms. "Who are you talking too?"
"Just a friend. You are so tense Arthur, you should try being more…flexible, oui?"
England simply grunted in response, his cheeks tinged pink.
"…what?"
"Ah, I'm with Arthur."
Arthur's blush deepened when he heard France call him by his human name to someone else but he chose not to say anything. He didn't want to be rude and interrupt him when he was on the phone.
"I'm giving him a massage~ He's so tense~"
"…If you're touching his penis I'm hanging up."
France chuckled and shook his head. He was glad that had bought a blue tooth when he last went to America, or multitasking would be very difficult.
"Mon ami, that part comes later."
"…Francis what the hell. I don't those unawesome images."
England could hear the conversation if he strained his ears. Though he did think it rude of him to listen into someone's phone call he was pretty sure they were talking about bedding him. Also…that voice sounded vaguely familiar…
"But finally! You and Mathieu! I am so happy!"
…wait, Matthew? Who was with Matthew?!
"France, who are you talking too?!"
"Yeah yeah, it's fucking awesome, but listen-"
Wait, was that… was that Prussia!?
England suddenly pushed himself up, causing the Frenchman that was perched on his back to lose his balance and fall from the couch to the ground. France yelped out in surprise before rubbing the back of his head in pain. OW! Pourquoi...? England jumped off the coach and, not looking down at the other nation, started towards his front door.
"Arthur!" France yelled his vision a little blurred due to the bump on the head. "Where are you going?!"
"I already told Matthew not to talk to that ex-nation!" England yelled back as he angrily shoved his car keys into his pants pocket. "I'm gonna have a stern talking to with that boy!"
"W-Wait!" France cried out desperately, hurrying to his feet. "I'll talk to you later, mon ami. Félicitations(Congratulations)." He whispered quickly to Gilbert before he cut of their communication. He ran up to Arthur and grabbed him by the shoulders just as he opened the front door to leave.
"W-What are you doing?! Get off me you dirty Frenchman!" Arthur yelled fighting back Francis' attempts to drag him back into the house.
"Arthur!" Francis argued narrowing missing an elbow to the face. "Mathieu is not a 'boy'! He is big enough to make his own deci-OFH!" France released his hold on the British nation and clutched onto his now hurting stomach. Arthur spun around to stare at Francis his glare murderous. "DO NOT TELL ME HOW TO RAISE MY CHILDREN!" he all but spat in the French mans face. "I KNOW WHAT'S BEST THEM! I know Matthew. Prussia is forcing himself on him, and I will NOT have that!" Arthur when turned back again and fast walked to his car.
"He's happy with Gilbert, Arthur. S'il vous plaît, don't do this."
Arthur didn't reply as he stepped into his car and sped away, not once looking back.
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Prussia growled at the dial tone before throwing his cellphone across the room earning an annoyed squeak from Gilbird. Prussia had finished with his trashing leaving everything but Gilbird's cage over turned. Now, he sat. Physically and mentally drained and… thinking.
The one thing he was trying to avoid doing.
He was pissed, humiliated, in pain, annoyed, confused and he was…he was…
…he couldn't stop thinking about Matthew.
Every time he tried to focus on something else like how to kill that idiot American, or why Germany was such an annoying pussy or that he had to feed Gilbird in a couple hours, it always somehow led to thinking about the blond nation.
He wanted to see him. But he didn't want to go and see that asshole of a brother there with him. He tried calling him, but never seemed to get past selecting his number on his phone before he clicked 'cancel'.
'What the fuck? What am I, a fucking school girl?!' Gilbert thought angrily before pushing himself off the ground and beginning to pace around the room.
His, as he referred to it, 'awesome' energy was flickering lamely, quickly revealing emotions he much preferred to keep locked up. Because, in his eyes, emotions were for fucking pussies like his brother and Canada.
…Matthew…
Gilbert groaned before collapsing on his bed. He knew that his relationship with Matthew had taken a new turn; even his stubbornness couldn't deny that. Though what that exactly meant he didn't have the slightest clue. All he knew was that what he felt for Matthew was… unfamiliar, it was something new it was…
Different then what he felt with…her.
A soft click broke him out of his thoughts. His sat upright and turned to see Hungary leaning against the closed door, staring at the floor. Prussia's 'awesome' energy was fuelled by his annoyance and anger towards the visitor and flickered a little brighter. He narrowed his eyes at her but choose not to say anything. They remained this way for a while, until Elizaveta finally got the courage to look up to his face.
"Gilbert, I-"
"What the fuck do you want?"
Elizaveta's hand twitched and the urge to hit a certain someone was felt. She took a deep breath to calm herself. For once she hadn't come up here to yell at Prussia for doing something stupid. He was hurting for some reason and she needed to know why. The last time she remembered him acting like this was…was…
Shortly before she married Roderich.
"I…I want to know what's wrong with you Gilbert! Though it doesn't seem like it I still care fo-"
"Don't."
Prussia turned away from his former lover, trying desperately to bring up that wall again. What was laying just underneath was starting to show and he didn't like it.
Elizaveta bit her bottom lip nervously. She had already promised herself she wouldn't leave until she found out what was wrong with him and she wasn't gonna back down now.
"Gilbert!"
"It's fucking Prussia to you!" Prussia finally snapped still turned away from her. "And this has nothing to do with you, you fucking bitch!"
Hungary's hands curled into fists but this time deep breathing didn't calm her down. "What's your problem!?" Prussia turned to glare at her. "You think I come up here for shits and fucking giggles?! I came because I was actually worried about you, you prick! Now tell me what the hell crawled up your ass and died!"
"YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S WRONG!?" Prussia yelled getting off of his bed and stomping over to Hungary until he was towering over her. "HUH?!" Hungary didn't back down and instead yelled back, "YES I WANT TO KNOW!"
"I DID THE ONE THING THAT I SAID I WOULD NEVER DO AFTER YOU FUCKING ATE MY HEART OUT! I FELL IN FUCKING LOVE!"
Elizaveta's expansion quickly changed to shock and any anger she was feeling towards the German quickly dissipation. However, Gilbert had more to say.
"I FELL IN LOVE WITH FUCKING CANADA! THE BIGGEST FUCKING PUSSY I'VE EVER FUCKING MET!" He stopped his speech for a while to rip his gaze away from Hungary and start pacing around the room. "WHEN I FIRST MET THE GUY I THOUGHT HE WAS A FUCKING GIRL! WITH HIS STUPID HAIR AND HIS…FUCKING POLAR BEAR! AND HIS STUPID FAMily and his stupid skin…so soft and…his…smile…"
His pacing stalled to a stop and he stared at a wall away from Hungary is what she imagined to be deep thought. Then, after a few moments of standing there awkwardly, Prussia grabbed the first shirt he saw and quickly pulled it over his head. He then went and pushed Hungary out of the way so that he could leave the room. "Gilbert?" Hungary called hurrying down the hallway after him. "Where are you going?"
"None of your business!" He retorted not even looking back at her as he descended the stairs and grabbed the coat that was handed to him by a happy looking Italy.
"Yay! Go get him Prussia! Fight Fight!" Italy called as he slammed the door shut behind him. Italy and Germany turned to Hungary and Italy smiled cheerfully. "Good job Hungary! Operation 'Love for Prussia' is a success!" Hungary returned the smile, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Glad I could help!" She replied happily. Really, anything that could help get those two together. They were just so cute! And her camera was begging for pictures of the two males together. Hohohohoho.
In the back round Germany signed but let a small smile appear on his lips. Though he thought the plan was positively ridiculous and he supposed he was just glad that it worked and that his brother could be happy.
…
At least… he hoped he would be.
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Canada ascended the front steps to his home not sure how he should feel at his brothers' disappearance. He was planning on forgiving him when he got back from his run in with Netherlands. But at the same time he still had that nagging voice in the back of his head that told that his bother was not to be forgiven just yet. He entered his home and closed the door behind him with a sign, placing Kumajirou on the ground and heading towards his family room.
His mind was still buzzing from the talk he had previously with Netherlands. It had certainly left him with much to think about and he was glad he had the day to relax and think about him and Prussia's newly obtain relationsh-
Thump
Canada jumped at the sudden noise. Did… did that noise come from the kitchen? He stood up from his seat on the couch and started to slowly make his way towards the kitchen. Though just as he was about to round the corner to peek inside the room…
Knock Knock
Canada head snapped towards his front door, silently pondering if he should investigate or get the door first. Though when the pounding on his front door turned from a light tap to an impatient beating the Canadian decided that the guest should come first. Plus… he would feel a little better if he wasn't the only one in the house with…who ever was in there. If there was anyone…hahaha…
He should stop watching scary movies with America.
He opened the door and was surprised to see England standing there on his doorstep. For a moment Canada wondered if England had gotten lost on his way to America's house. "H-Hello Arthur." Matthew greeted politely.
Arthur nodded to return the greeting before his expression turned to a more serious one. "Matthew, we need to talk."
Canada seemly stared. Oh… it would seem like for once England was actually there to see him. That was a surprise. "Oh…sure. Um…please come in. May I take your coat?" He asked politely as the British nation stepped into the house. To be perfectly honest Matthew still wasn't completely sure how to act in front of his father figure. Since he was little he always wanted to impress him and show him how independent and well mannered he was. But at the same time, he would look at how close England and America were and wondered if he should act more like that.
"Ah yes, thank you." He noticed England smiled at him and he removed his light fall coat and handed it to his former colony. Okay… Canada didn't know why, but he was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. As if something was wrong with this whole picture. He quickly shrugged it off and went to go hung up Englands' coat.
"So what brings you up to Canada?"
"Did you not hear me before lad? I came to talk to you."
"O-oh right I'm sorry I- AH!"
"…Matthew? You alright?"
"Um…yeah. I-I…um…just stabbed my toe! Um… Pl-Please just make yourself comfortable! D-Do you want some tea?"
"…well yes I suppose this may take a while…"
Canada let out a sigh of relief at the sound of the retreating British footsteps. Mon Dieu that was close.
"Gilbert!" He whispered as angrily as one can while whispering. "What are you doing in the closet!?"
"What do you think I'm doing? Hiding my sexuality?!" He hissed back before grabbing Canada's arm and tugging him in the clamped space as well. A small squeak escaped the Canadian and he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth hoping that England didn't hear it. "Listen we need to talk-"
"What are you doing in my coat closet?"
"Fine! The awesome me was hiding from Eyebrows 'cause I know he'll throw a hissy fit if he sees me!"
"So if was you who broke into my house!"
"How do you think I get in in the morning?"
"Matthew? Are you ok?"
Canada cussed, hating his luck. If he had known the day was gonna turn out like this he would have stayed at America's house that morning!
"Yeah! I'm sorry I'll be there in a minute!" Canada called out before tossing England's coat to Prussia. "Here, hung this up!" Canada hissed to the German before turning to leave thesmall space. Though Prussia grabbed onto his arm again. "We need to talk." He repeated. "Something the awesome me really doesn't do too often. So hurry up and ditch the geezer!"
"Don't call him that!" Matthew snapped back, tugging his arm out of Gilbert's grasp. "And he needs to talk to me too! What makes you so special?"
"I'm more awesome!" Prussia stated as if it were obvious.
Canada simply gave him an unimpressed stare before he walked out of the closet and went to prepare tea.
"Are you ok Matthew?" England asked almost as soon as the Canadian entered the room with the hot beverages. "Oh I'm fine. Sorry that took so long, I had to…take care of something."
England raised an eyebrow at the rather suspicious answer but chose not to ask about it. Instead he thanked the Canadian for the tea and took a small sip.
…
Was that maple syrup he tasted?
"So what do you want to talk about Arthur?" Matthew asked curiously sending a small smile towards the Englishman.
"Well." England started couching into his fist to clear his throat. "It's about that German that I see you hanging around at times."
Thump
England glanced around at the noise. "What was th-"
"Nothing!" Canada quickly replied. "I-It's nothing! Please continue! What about Germany?"
England turned back to the Canadian, deciding to disregard the noise he heard. "No, not Germany. His brother, what's his name… Prussia."
THUMP
England looked around a bit more paranoid now. "Really, what is that?"
"Really it's nothing! Th…The-the heaters just a-acting up! Please continue!" Canada hurried along taking a nervous sip of his tea.
"…Alright." He settled himself back in his sit on the couch and looked at Canada right in the eye. "About this Prussia person. I don't want you to see him anymore." He said, getting right to the point. "He's dangerous, arrogant, self centered and he uses people for his own personally gain!"
"But…Arthur." The Canadian protested in a small voice. "We've been friends for about half a year now." He couldn't help but notice the twitch of Englands brow. "And he hadn't done anything to put me in danger! Sure he's a little…loud and…kinda selfish at times…"
…thump
"But…he really is a nice person once you get to know him…and…he's one of my best friends." And maybe more, added the small voice in his head. There was a brief silence as Arthur simply stared at Matthew making the Canadian uncomfortable. Finally Arthur let out a small sigh and closed his eyes in thought. "I'm sorry you feel that way Matthew." He opened his eyes glared at Canada, sending a shiver down his spine. "I forbid you from seeing him."
"What?"
THUMP THUMP
"You should really get a new heater-"
"You can't forbid me from seeing someone Arthur! Don't you think that's just a bit silly?"
"Silly? Heavens no lad! This is for your own good!"
THUMP THUMP THUMP
"'My own go-?' Arthur! I'm not a colony anymore! Really I can look out for myself, eh?"
"Well you're really not showing it! Letting that ex-nation walk all over you!"
"He's not walking over me! Jeez you're starting to sound like Alfred!"
THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
"Why I- do not compare me too your brother!"
"Why not?! He came in here just this morning saying the exact same thing! He called me a naïve ignorant bitch too! So why don't you just say it and get it over with!?"
THUMP THUMP THUMP THU-
"SHUT UP!"
Matthew Williams now stood, his hand curled into fists and breathing heavily. He was glaring angrily at something the Englishman could only guess was beyond the wall. Arthur had to admit that he was more then a little taken back at Matthew's sudden outburst. And America…what in the bloody hell was he thinking? He of all people should know how emotional his twin was. And… really of all the people to call someone else ignorant! What was he thinking?!
"Matthew-"
"I'll be right back." Matthew suddenly announced, leaving the room before the Brit could respond. He quickly made his way to the now occupied coat closet. He slammed the sliding door open, not even caring that the white haired male was now in plain sight.
"Will you stop th-MMM!" Though his demand was completely silenced by a pair of lips smacking themselves so hard on his own he thought it would bruise.
"That was so fucking hot." Prussia managed to gasp out in between kisses.
"Mm! G-Gilbe-ah!"The anger he felt towards the German melted into embarrassment when the taller male pushed their bodies together and a certain something was felt rubbing against his leg. The German led the Canadian back into the closet again and closed the sliding door behind him only one thought in his perverted mind. 'We never finished what we started this morning.'
Prussia broke the kiss and instead staring leaving a trail of feather light kisses down Canada's neck to his collarbone. He couldn't help but smile when he felt the Canadian shiver from under him.
"N-No. Gil-Gilbert stop…" He said this, but he made no move to push the German away from him. Though it was just as Gilbert was leaving his mark on the Canadian when Matthew got his wish.
"Matthew?"
Prussia cussed at the British mans voice and stopped his assault on Canada. But he still hugged him close as if at any time England would just burst in and try to take the Canadian away from him.
"Ah, fuck its Eyebrows." He whispered more to himself then to the other male. Though with them being as close as they were in that cramped space Matthew heard it.
"Gi-Gil…" Matthew whispered still flustered from before. "Is…is what you have to talk about…important?" Prussia looked down at the other male and was met with large violet eyes looking up at him expectedly.
Prussia narrowed his eyes at him. "Oh course its important! You really think I would hide in a fucking closet if it wasn't important!?" Canada continued to stare at him until another call from his father figure brought him from his thoughts. "…Ok." He said quietly before he wriggled out of Gilberts arms(much to his displeasure). He took a deep breath, as if mentally preparing himself for some kind of gruelling task. He took down Englands coat before slowly sliding open the closet so he could slip out. England turned his head to see him standing there and breathed a breath of relief.
"Ah Matthew, there you ar-"
"ARTHUR!" Canada suddenly yelled in a voice that wasn't his causing Prussia to cringe and England to jump at the volume. "What's happening? AHAHA!"
"Alfred?!" England's previous relaxed pose stiffened. "What are you doing here?! And why are you wearing your brothers clothes!?"
"Ah, Matty. It…It's a long story I don't wanna bore you old man." Canada hurried before striding over as best he could and throwing an awkward arm over Englands shoulders. "Anyways, Cana- er Matt...ie just wanted me to tell you something!" He continued, leading England towards the front door. "He says that…uh… 'something came up and he had to go' but he'll be back in a couple days!"
"Go? Where did he g-"
"But he thanks you for the visit and hopes you come back soon! K bye Iggy!"
And what that said, Canada shoved Englands coat into his arms before closing the door in his face and quickly locking it behind him. Matthew turned around and leaned against the door. He heaved a deep sigh, looking mentally drained from having to portray his polar opposite brother.
"That was the worse America impression I've ever seen."
Canada could help but allow a small sheepish smile show on his lips when he looked up at the smirking German. "But it worked." He said, choosing to ignore the Englishman cussing and banging from just outside the door.
Prussia stood just a little straighter and grinned. "With that old man gone, their be no one to interfere with my awesomene-"
"What do you want to talk about?"
There was silence when the Canadian got straight to the point, something he usually didn't do. Though today was different. Today he was on edge. Matthew was already an emotional guy and with all this shit just piling on top of the other he was surprised he had broken down yet. Prussia scratched the back of his head frowning slightly.
"I feel like my life's a frinkin' soap opera" He started, his expression turning into one of annoyance as he thought back on the day's events. "All this shit happened in one fucking day. First with your stupid brother, then Hungary coming and being a bitch and then…" He trailed off when the saw the spaced out look on the Canadians face. He signed as he reminded himself that he wasn't the only one that went though stupid shit today. Though he was the more awesome one and because of that he had to make the Canadian forgot about all that useless emotional crap and focus on what was really important. Him.
Gilbert closed the distance between the two of then and pushed his lips against the Canadian's one most time. Canada's eyes widened slightly at the sudden kiss. This kiss…it was different from the others. It was gentle, yet passionate and Matthew found himself melting into it and kissing back. They stayed that way until they were forced to break apart for air. Matthew placed his forehead on Gilberts shoulder.
"He doesn't want me to see you anymore…" He said softly, speaking his troubles. "And Alfred didn't seem to like it either…"
"So, what are you gonna do?" Prussia asked. "Sure you can try to run away from me but you'll never get rid of me, kid. I will find you and I will seize your vital regions. So you have a choice." -Matthew looked up to see him at this- "You can listen to Eyebrows and your idiot of a brother and try to avoid me. Or you can stay with me, right here right now and make me some of your awesome pancakes."
Matthew laughed at his chooses and only allowed a second to pass before he once again brought their lips together to show his answer.
THE END...NOT
Like I would end it at the sappiest point. Hellz No! This is just the beginning! The pre-quel to all the shit that's REALLY about to go down! And now that I got there realtionship thing outta the way I can focus on really putting our love birds though hell! KOLKOKLKOLKOKL
...anyways, this is the end of Part One of Love Before Complications! I dunno when the next bit will be posted, seeing as I have yet to start writing it, but it will show up!
In the mean time enjoy this random extra 'meanwhile' pieces with England and France.
Till next time! ^^
England pounded on the door in frustration breathing heavily. He had been screaming and cussing for the last couple minutes or so and he was glad that the Canadian didn't have close neighbours or he would have really made a fool of himself. He growled at the door, like it had made a difference. Damn America. Who the hell did he think he was, throwing him out of Canada's house!? It wasn't even his house what the hell?! He pounded on the door one last time before he pulled out his cell phone to call the American.
"Really Angleterre. Don't you know when to give up?"
England turned to see France standing at the foot of the stone steps, looking up at him with a small smirk on his face. "You cannot stop love with a few simple words."
"It's not love!" England stubbornly yelled back, pushing the call button and raising his phone to his ear.
…'Hey! I'm not here right now~'
Dammit. Straight to the bloddy voice mail. He ripped the phone from his ear and dialled Canada's number instead.
"Arthur…" France coo'd, causing the Brit to look over at him. "Really… you've done enough for the day, let us go. You know... I never finished that message...~" And then he smiled that goddamn… smile. The one that caused Englands cheeks to light up no matter where they were or what they were doing. Dammit…
"I hate you, France." Arthur said simply before he slipped his phone back into his pocket and started descending the stairs. France just chuckled at this, and held out a hand which the Englishman took. "I hate you too, England."