The clock chimes 7pm and the guests start to arrive for the party, Mathieu knew that this party will be worse than his 5th birthday since people will be drinking and getting into others personal space. It of course was being held at his father's place in France because the drinking age is younger in France, Mathieu decided to wait until more guests arrived before venturing down to the party and that meant that he didn't have to constantly greet people as they arrived and greet everyone all at once then maybe sneak away back to his room without anyone noticing.
Francis was had already drank a bottle of wine and was now greeting his guests as the arrive and directing them to the party hall and sending them towards the staff to grab a glass of wine as they enter the hall, Francis continued to greet and direct his guests until everyone had arrived then joined them in the hall socializing.
Mathieu finally decides he should go down to the party and "socialize" with others, he gives a small sigh before hopping of his bed and leaving his room with his pet polar bear in toe as he walks down the spiral stairs. He walks into the party hall and sees that the party was starting to ramp up, he could have stayed upstairs and no one would have even noticed him not being there so with that thought he went to turn back around and go back to his room when someone calls out his name from across the hall.
"Yo Mattie! You finally made it down hahaha!" The Canadians brother Alfred had noticed him and made it well known that he was in fact here now.
"B-Bonjour Alfred…M-Merci for coming" The shy Canadian says softly.
Alfred walks over to his brother. "Wouldn't miss it bro! Francis always knows how to throw a great party!" his voice continues to ring across the hall, he never really did have an inside voice. "Oh! Have you seen Arthur anywhere?"
"Alfred…I just got here, how would I know where Arthur is?" Mathieu said sighing at his brother.
"Oh right! Haha, well I'll go look for him then. You know how he is when he has too much to drink" Alfred states before bounding off to find Arthur.
Mathieu looks around at all the people, it looks like everyone who came to his 5th birthday are all here again to "celebrate" his 18th. He figured if he greeted everyone then he could go back and hide in his room, he walks over to his father to let him see that he had come to socialize.
"Papa, how are the guests? I just saw Alfred; he seems to have lost Arthur" Mathieu says tapping his father's shoulder.
"Ah mon c'er Mat'ieu, you made it down" Francis smiles hugging his son. "T'e guests are 'aving a good time. W'at, Alfred can't find Art'ur? I will go 'elp find 'im, 'e mig't ruin t'e party if 'e gets too drunk" He says before going in search for Arthur.
Mathieu looks around once more and notices Antonio, he knew Antonio quite well since he and his father were very good friends. He walks over to Antonio with a small smile. "B-Bonjour Antonio, m-merci for coming"
Antonio turns around and pulls the Canadian into a bone crushing hug. "Hola Matteo, it's been a while. You are looking well mi amigo~"
"M-Merci again. Um…how is L-Lovino? Is he well?" Mathieu asks looking around for the fiery Italian, they had become very good friends surprisingly.
"Lovi? Si, he is well. Same as always you know" Antonio says laughing. "I think he went to go find Feli, they should be around here somewhere~"
"I'll go see if I can find him, enjoy the party Toni" The Canadian says wandering around the hall until he hears the tell tail sound of his friend.
"FELI! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH THAT POTATO BASTARD!?" Lovino screams at his brother and the tall german man that the Italians brother was clinging to.
"Vee~ But Lovi…Luddy won't hurt you, why do you always yell at him?" Feliciano says calmly to his brother still holding onto the Germans arm.
"Feliciano stop hanging of mein arm. You are not a kinder und stop calling me zhat" The german man says gruffly.
"Vee~ But Luddy" Feliciano says whining.
"A-Ah…b-bonjour Lovino, Feliciano and uh…s-sorry have we met before?" Mathieu greets the others and stares up at the german, he looked familiar but different at the same time.
"Ja, mein name is Ludwig" The german replies.
"Oi! Matteo, don't tell me you like this bastard too!?" Lovino says gaping at the Canadian.
"N-Non, of course not Lovi…he just seems so familiar to me somehow" Mathieu says softly trailing off trying to remember something.
Then something clicks and he can remember all his dream vividly, he looks up at Ludwig wide eyed in surprise. "Y-You have an older brother, right?"
Ludwig looked taken back, Francis said he didn't remember his brother and not to mention him around Mathieu. He tried to think of a way out of this situation when Feliciano becomes impatient pulling his arm away from the group towards the alcohol.
Matheiu went to say something but bit his lip, maybe Lovino could help him and he could distract Lovino for a while. "H-Hey Lovi…" He says a bit dejected.
"What is it maple bastard?" Lovino was going to go after his brother but stayed hearing the dejected voice of his friend.
"Um…well" The Canadian starts but stops biting his lip once more.
"Tch. Come on maple bastard I'm thirsty, let's go get something to drink and a place to talk" Lovino grabs his friend's arm and pulls him along picking up wine and hard spirits along the way before heading out to the balcony. "There. Now talk"
"I-It's a bit of a long story…" Mathieu begins.
"Shorten it then" The annoyed Italian glares opening the wine he grabbed taking a long drink.
"W-Well…ah, um. I kept having d-dreams that reoccur around mon birthday" Mathieu says trying to shorten the story.
"Go on" Lovino says waiting.
"I could never remember the dreams though…all that I could remember was 2 colours. Rouge and a bleu I've never seen before" Mathieu finishes.
"What does that have to do with the potato bastard?" Lovino asks already having drank half the bottle of wine in his hands.
"I suddenly remembered the dreams because Ludwig seemed familiar to me in a way. It was his older brother who has been in mon dreams, but I can't remember his name…why is he in mon dreams Lovino?" Mathieu asks, a small blush on his face as he thinks of the older man with red eyes.
"Tch, sounds like you have a thing for the other potato bastard Gilbert" Lovino says finishing off the last of the wine. "I bet he comes and crashes the party since the French bastard didn't invite him tonight" Lovino says before getting up and leaving Mathieu to go fine more wine.
Mathieu blushes more at Lovino's comment but wondered why Gilbert wasn't invited tonight, everyone seemed to know him so why wasn't he invited? He pick up the bottle of whisky that Lovino had grabbed on their way out here and takes a swig, it burns as the amber liquid slides down his throat causing him to cough a bit. He might as well drink up to get this party over and done with, could Lovino be right though? Would Gilbert turn up and crash the party? Taking another swig of whisky with a small smile he secretly hoped so.