A/N: The fun begins. The fun begins. :D
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! This fact is just depressing. :'(
I DON'T OWN ANY SONGS! THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED OWNERS! It's not ma p-poker face p-p-poker face.
I DON'T OWN NORBIT! How you doin'?
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! Nothing at all. Except myself.
Lol anyways, let the wild chapter BEGIN!
At the Airport
Al hesitantly made his way up to the (let's be honest and not sugar coat this) fat woman holding his beloved bag. The bag was visibly drooping lower, almost in shame, as the woman held it high. She sneered at him as he gingerly grabbed for his bag, but she yanked it out of his reach.
"No, I have check you first, white boy. Spread ya legs." She commanded huskily, and Al did as he was told. Matt stared at the sight incredulously. 'What the hell? How is this legal? Isn't she only the baggage check? ' Matt thought, as the woman set down his bag and went on her knees. She began patting his legs from the ankle up, groping poor Alfred between his inner thighs. The woman smirked up at Al, who was staring back down, his face beet red. The woman moved her hands up and began to massage his firm butt. She massaged them like pieces of dough, and anger flared in the pit of Matt's stomach. Alfred gasped in surprise, and his eyes pleaded for the woman to stop. Her evil grin spread wider across her face, and she licked her puffy, fish lips. Her matted hair looked like she hadn't brushed it in days, and she smelled of greasy fried chicken and BO. Bits of dark chicken skin were stuck in her yellow teeth, and visible holes were in her one front tooth. Alfred avoided her gaze, shifting back uncomfortably. She stood back up and handed him the bag with a toothy grin.
"Here's yo bag~! Have a nice trip honey! Haha!" She cooed mockingly, and when Alfred took the bag, she gave his butt a swift slap. 'That bitch! She just groped my Al! Wait, she didn't even check the bag! Ugh!' Matt thought in disgust after the pervy woman groped his boyfriend. When Al went through the metal detector, he rushed through and ran to the farthest seat from the woman. Matt broke out a half smile to Al, and he smiled back sheepishly. Then, Matt glared at the woman, who only replied with a smirk. Once Matt's bags went through the baggage check, and he went through the metal detector, Matt ran to Al.
"Are you okay Al? That filthy woman had her hands all over you!" Matt exclaimed, and Al shuddered.
"It was terrible, Mattie! She had chicken skin in her teeth! And she was feeling me up! That's a good reason for any man to turn gay!" Alfred replied, and added, "Come over here and give me a hug!" Matt grinned and met his boyfriend's embrace. They stood there in comfortable silence, as other fliers rushed past. Once they broke apart, they grabbed their bags and began the walk to their gate. But, as they walked, Matt bumped into a girl, who was rushing past him. She tripped and fell on her face.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Matt asked as he bent down to help the girl up. Her curly blonde ponytail fell forward. Some dust clung to her pink plaid shirt and camisole, and she wiped off the dust of her jeggings. When she looked up, her face automatically broke out into a grin.
"Uncle Mattie!"
"Susie! How are you? Why are you here at the airport?" Matt asked in pleasant disbelief. He pulled her into a hug. When she pulled away, she grinned a toothy grin, and replied, "Didn't Francis tell ya? I'm coming with you guys!"
"Wait, you are?" Alfred asked, his grin growing wider.
"Yea! My friend is too. She's way far behind. And I was rushing to get a cheeseburger. I saw a McDonald's and they start lunch earlier here!" She squealed as she held out two 20 dollar bills, and Alfred exclaimed, "MCDONALD'S! Oh my god we have to go!" But, Matt held his boyfriend back.
"Al, we have to put our bags down with Francis and the others. C'mon." Matt said with a sigh, as he dragged Al away from his niece and began walking to their gate. Matt searched with his eyes for the right gate, until he heard a familiar voice shout, "Hey, over here!" Matt smiled and rushed to meet his brother and the others that were accompanying them on this trip. Francis and Arthur were sitting next to each other, the latter sleeping on his shoulder, snoring slightly. Lovino was scolding Antonio, who only nodded happily and nibbled on his churros. The younger Vargas twin was snuggled up against his boyfriend Ludwig, and sighed in content. Ludwig's lips twitched into a half smile as he patted the brunettes head. Matt put his bags by his feet, and sat down.
"It took you long enough, non?" Francis asked with a smirk, and Alfred shot daggers at the older man.
"At least you didn't get molested by Raspusha! How you doin'?" Al hissed, switching to his sassy Raspusha impression, and Matt couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Francis' smirk spread and his eyes widened.
"Oui, Raspusha! The lovely lady from Norbit? That must have been a pleasurable experience for you." Francis replied smugly, and added, "Although, I think you would enjoy that more if it was mon petit Matthieu… Oui?" Al blushed and avoided the man's gaze, but didn't say a word. Matt couldn't help but chuckle. Al was just too cute sometimes.
"Yea, I would you pervy old man…" Alfred grumbled, and Francis chuckled.
"So would I, so would I, mon petit Alfred."
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, PERVERT?"
"I was kidding Alfred, don't beat me up!"
"Would you shut up you bloody wankers! You're all so loud! Especially you ya bloody wanker." Arthur growled, pointing at Alfred, and everyone fell silent. Except for Francis, who just smirked and replied, "Oh, good morning sleeping beauty! How was your nap?"
"Terrible. Especially because I had to sleep on your bloody shoulder." Arthur groaned, and Francis grinned. He kissed the tip of Arthur's nose, and the Briton was too tired to protest. He snuggled closer to the Frenchman, before looking around, and closing his eyes again. Francis smiled, before pressing his lips gently to his lover's temple. Matt smiled gently at the loving scene. 'They do love each other…' Matt thought, and he looked to Al with a sweet grin. Al blushed, but returned the smile. Matt snuggled into Al, and Al wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's slender frame. Matt looked up to Al, eyes filled with so much love, and moved so that their lips barely ghosted over each other's, before sealing them in a chaste-
"RUN MELISSA! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! WE MUST SAVE THE FOOTAGE! The FOOTAGE~~~!"
"I'M RUNNING AS FAST AS I CAN SUSIE! WE MUST SAVE THE FOOTAGE! The FOOTAGE~~~!"
"'et b'ck 'ere, N'W!"
