Hey what's up~?
I didn't actually mean to get this up so soon but I felt like shit today as I have been pretty much all week (And eating a shit load of food yesterday probably didn't help the cause) so I had lots of time to write while I lay in bed all afternoon…ugh…
I hope all my fellow Americans had fun getting fat yesterday (I sure did) and are enjoying the break! For everyone else, I hope you are having a good week! :)
Oh yah, I have been planning out future chapters all week and so far I have this fic completely planned out up to Chapter 13! Also, even by that time, we aren't even halfway through the year and there are so many other things to fit in so you guys should be with this fic for some time to come! (Lucky you…)
Thanks for all of the reviews and everything you guys do for this story! I love it! :D
This chapter isn't that long because I had a case of writers block right in the middle...D: Enjoy anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, everything, including the awesome Prussia, belongs to the awesome Hidekaz Himaruya.
Warnings: Language, Alcohol usage, and suggestive themes.
The camp was alive with excitement. After weeks of harsh storms that had swept over the camp just after the Fall Dance and hadn't ceased until the first week of December, snow was finally falling.
The light specks of ice fell over everything: the grounds, the trees, the cabins, as well as the Watch Tower and Mess Hall, covering them in a blanket of snow and the nations were taking full advantage. Well, most of them anyway. Matthew Williams was still fast asleep in his cabin, curled up under his sheets, not even flinching when a snowball hit the window beside his bed. There was a full-fledged war going on outside and he had no idea until-
"Mattie!" Alfred opened the cabin door; dressed head to toe is his winter gear as well as white blotches where he had already been hit. The American looked at the lump lying beneath the covers of the bottom bunk and shook his head, backing up and taking a running start before jumping on the Canadian.
Matthew woke with a start (it was hard to wake up any other way when you were being crushed underneath your brother) and flailed his arms and legs, shouting out in the "just woke up" slur, "Argh! Get offa me!"
Alfred (thankfully) removed himself from the flustered Canadian and sat down on the center table, grinning. Matthew glared at him the best he could, though it was difficult when he couldn't exactly focus on one thing without his glasses.
"I swear to God Alfred, you're like an alarm clock without an off button."
"Well thanks, Mattie!" Matthew looked over at his genuinely pleased brother and sighed, reaching across to the bedside table for his glasses as the American continued, "But really! You gotta come outside! It's snowing!" Matthew brushed some hair out of his face and raised an eyebrow.
"Like I've never seen snow before." He stood up and reached into his suitcase, taking out a sweatshirt and pulling it over his head, "I only live in fucking Canada."
"Who~?" Alfred cooed, doing a perfect impression of Kumawhatsit. Matthew hit him over the head, "Ow! But, Mattie~ Gilbert's out there!" The Canadian paused for a second, feeling a slight blush creep onto his cheeks. He looked back at Alfred who was looking at him with a wide grin on his face.
"Don't think just because Gilbert's out there that I'm going to drop everything and do whatever the hell you want."
"Then why's your hand on the door knob~?" Matthew whipped his head around and found that, yes; his hand was on the door knob. How did that even happen? He turned to Alfred, still being stubborn about it all.
"Well maybe I just want some fresh air!" Matthew began to push open the door and Alfred suddenly stood up, quickly trying to make his way over to him.
"Wait! Mattie, there's-" But the Canadian never heard the rest of his sentence as a snowball hit him square in the face.
Matthew recoiled, sputtering as he heard laughter from somewhere beyond the porch of his cabin. He reached a hand up to wipe the snow of his face and spat the rest out of his mouth.
"-a snowball fight going on..." Alfred continued quietly from behind him. Matthew shook his head and closed the door again, turning back into the cabin and reaching into his suitcase for his winter coat. Alfred watched his brother dressed himself for battle and smiled.
"That's it, Mattie!" Matthew couldn't help but grin slightly as he pulled on his winter cap over his still messy blonde hair. Once he had effectively prepared himself, he made his way back to the door and looked back at Alfred.
"It's on."
Matthew had originally run out into the middle of the snowball fight as an act of revenge. However, after a couple snowballs had just barely whizzed past his nose and he somehow pulled off some ninja-like moves while dodging a snowball thrown by Vash then throwing one back in retaliation, hitting the Swiss in the side of the head, he found himself fully submerged in the fun of it all.
He was now leaning against one of the legs of the Watch Tower, his eyes scanning the campsite. It had suddenly gotten unnaturally quiet and he couldn't spot any of the nations, including Gilbert.
He actually hadn't seen Gilbert at all since he had entered the fight. Alfred had said he was out here somewhere and Matthew didn't question it. This was defiantly something Gilbert would jump into the moment it started if he hadn't started it in the first place, that is. The later was probably what had actually happened.
A cold breeze blew from the lake and Matthew shivered. He was about to move a spot with more cover when he was hit again, snow falling into his eyes. Matthew did a full 360, looking around the campsite but didn't see any sight of movement. Confused, the Canadian glanced upwards at the sky and immediately regretted it when he found his face once again freezing beneath another layer of the wet snow.
Matthew brushed the snow off his face and could clearing hear laughing from on top of the Watch Tower. Why hadn't he thought of that before? He was the only person who had ever gotten up there besides himself.
"Gilbert!" Matthew watched at the Prussian peeked over the side of the platform.
"Oh it's you, Mattie!" Matthew frowned and shook his head, the rest of the snow falling off onto the ground, "I totally got you!" Matthew pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well you have a...height advantage." Gilbert grinned and rested his chin on his elbows, still looking at the Canadian.
"Height doesn't matter, Mattie~" Matthew could see Gilbert's expression turned into a smug smile, "It's my awesomeness that makes all the difference~" Matthew rolled his eyes, taking a step towards the lake.
"I'll leave you to it then." He began walking but was stopped as Gilbert shouted at him again.
"Wait! We should make a team!" Matthew looked back, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought you were doing just fine on your own?"
"Well you're pretty awesome, not as awesome as me of course, but if you became a part of my team it would be pretty fucking epic!" Matthew thought about what Gilbert had said. If you looked past the narcissism as well as the many "awesomes", what the Prussian had said was actually kind of...sweet in he own sense of the word. Matthew felt his face heat up despite the cold.
"Um...alright then..." Matthew put a hand on the first rung of the ladder and began climbing. Gilbert reached out a hand and helped Matthew up the last bit, pulling him onto the platform alongside him.
"I knew you'd agree~" said Gilbert smugly. Matthew looked over at him, slightly wide eyed. He knew why? What had Alfred told him?
"A-and why's that?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow and gave him a "Isn't it obvious?" kind of look.
"Because no one can fight my awesome logic, of course!" Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and laughed to himself.
"Yep, that's it..."
When Matthew saw Gilbert up on the Watch Tower he had momentarily wondered where he was getting snow to form snowballs. Once he had joined Gilbert, he knew.
The Prussian had apparently woken up first in the camp (This pretty much prooved correct to Matthew's assumptions about it being Gilbert who had started the snowball fight) and had created his own arsenal of snowballs that piled up to about 4 feet tall in some places and took up almost the entire platform, barely leaving enough room for one person, let alone two. This caused Matthew to have to sit side by side with Gilbert, which he didn't mind at all.
Almost the second Matthew was onto of the Watch Tower all hell broke as Gilbert threw a snowball out into the open, hitting Arthur (who apparently wasn't too much of a mature gentleman to join in) and snowballs were flying every which way once more. Matthew was sincerly glad that he was above it all.
The two of them took full advantage of their location, taking snowballs and sniping off nations one by one. They created a kind if system where Matthew (who had keener eyesight with his glasses) would spot one of the nations, supply Gilbert (who had a better arm) with a snowball who would then throw it, with almost perfect accuracy, and hit a poor nation who never saw it coming.
This went on until Elizabeta announced from the porch of Cabin 5 that there was hot chocolate to be served in the Mess Hall, which would momentarily act as a safe house.
It was amazing how fast some of the nations came out of hiding and raced towards the Mess Hall, many passing underneath the Watch Tower. Matthew had to admit he could go for a hot chocolate at the moment, but instead, he waited patiently as Gilbert used the rest of the snowballs on the passing nations. In the end, more than half were hit more times in that 20 second span of time than throughout the entire hour the fight had gone on.
Once Gilbert was satisfied the both of them descended the Watch Tower and made their way over to the Mess Hall. Matthew opened the doors and almost immediately thawed as a warm burst if air engulfed him. He looked around the room and saw every nation had gathered together and were sipping the warm chocolaty substance from large mugs. Not one of them (with the exception of Gilbert) hadn't been hit with a snowball and many, like Matthew, were living up the warmth of the room.
"Hey, let's sit over here!" Gilbert took Matthew by the arm and led him over by the fireplace, where hot flames flickered inside the walls of brick. The Prussian sat down close to the fire and pulled off his gloves, warming his hands. He look behind him and motioned for Matthew to sit beside him, "Come, Mattie! Aren't you freezing?"
Matthew nodded and sat beside the Prussian, pulling off his gloves first then his cap and he suddenly heard Gilbert snicker next to him.
"What?" Matthew asked, frowning slightly as he held his hands to the fire.
"Dude, you have some serious hat head!" Matthew reached up to pat his hair and found that it stood up nearly 10 inches higher than normal. It's not like it wasn't bound to happen. Matthew never brushed out his bed head and had a cap on for the last hour or so. He was actually surprised it wasn't worse.
He blushed furiously and attempted to pat it down but Gilbert grabbed his wrists and lowered them to his side. Matthew felt his heart skip a beat and he looked over at him to find that the Prussian was wearing a very uncharacteristically soft smile.
"It's fine..." Gilbert released his hands and glanced up at Matthew's hair again and laughed, "It's actually kinda awesome." He reached up to poke it, "It fucking defies gravity!"
Matthew tilted his head to the side and Gilbert burst out into laughter as the blonde's hair didn't move an inch but remained perfectly in shape. Matthew couldn't help but laugh along with the Prussian and soon both of them were (literally) rolling on the floor, laughing their asses off.
"Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe~?" Matthew stopped in his laughter and looked up to see Francis looking down on them both, "Did I miss something~?" Gilbert sat up again and pointed at Matthew.
"Francis! Look at Mattie's hair!" The Frenchman looked curiously over at Matthew, as the Canadian sat up as well, and a hand flew to his mouth.
"Oh my!" Matthew pouted slightly and poked at it. Francis then smiled and said teasingly, "That is quite the look Mathieu~"
"Oh shut up..." Matthew mumbled, attempting to pat it down once more. Francis chuckled and handed them both a hot chocolate from a neighboring table. Matthew took it gladly.
"You know I'm teasing you, Mathieu~" Francis said with a smile, sipping from his own cup.
"And I'm sure he's not the only one you've been teasing, eh Francis?" Gilbert asked with a grin, sipping from his own mug, "How has it been going with Arthur~?" The Frenchman replied with a knowing smile and Matthew decided then and there that it was a good time to take his leave...
...and brush his hair...
The hours passed by as the nations lay back in the Mess Hall, staying out of the cold of winter as long as they could. Though eventually, as the daylight hours became shorter, sleep began to fill many of the nations' eyes and one by one they left for their own cabins. By the time midnight came around, only three nations remained, the Bad Touch Trio, and they were all dangerously drunk.
"Hey look~!" Antonio slurred as the three of them walked out of the Mess Hall doors, hanging onto each other for balance, "There's snow~!"
"No shit, Toni!" Gilbert followed, almost falling over as leaned forward to look at the Spaniard, "It was there this morning!"
"Hmmm~" Antonio hummed, grinning as he detached himself from Francis's side and fell into the snow. He then proceeded to move his arms back and forth in an uncoordinated fashion, "You can make snow angels~"
Gilbert, in his drunken state of mind, thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen and fell over laughing.
"Toni, you tard! Move over and let the awesome me try!" Antonio moved to the side slightly and let Gilbert lay down next to him and the Prussian began moving his arms and legs in the same way.
Francis, tipsy as well though much more civilized and controlled than his friends stood and watched, smiling and shaking his head, "Sacre bleu! You're both going to freeze to death." Both Antonio and Gilbert ignored him as they leaned up to look at their creations.
"Aw~" Antonio cooed, "I'm going to name mine Lovi cause it's so cute~" Gilbert laughed again.
"Well I'm going to name mine..." The Prussian paused and scratched his chin, thinking as hard as his clouded mind could, "Mattie!" Francis's ears perked up at this and he crouched down to their level, raising an eyebrow.
"Mathieu~?" he said, looking at the Prussian, "And why's that~?"
Gilbert looked at Francis, a slight tinge of pink on his otherwise pale cheeks, "Well, cause he's almost as awesome as me!" The Prussian paused and thought about what else he liked about his Canadian friend. As they ran though his head he couldn't believe that he, being as awesome as he was, thought so many un-manly things about Mattie, but he couldn't help but say them anyway.
"And he always goes along with my awesome plans. He lets me crash at his place when West kicks me out and his pancakes are the shit!" Gilbert grinned to himself and fell back into the snow, "Not to mention he's cute when he blushes but can kick your ass with a hockey stick."
"Giiiiil~" Antonio spoke up again, giggling, "Sounds like you're in loooove with this Mattie guy~" Gilbert reaches across to hit Antonio but the Spaniard dodged it and continued to laugh, "Why haven't you made a move yet?"
Gilbert sat up and looked over at his friend, "I'll make a move when I'm good and ready, dammit!" Gilbert grinned and then retorted, "Cause, unlike you, I'm the one running my relationship!"
"Can't run a relationship when you're not in one~"
Francis sat back and watched as Gilbert tackled Antonio, shouting things that, honestly, didn't help his situation at all while the Spaniard continued to laugh.
What Gilbert had said defiantly sparked Francis's interest and assured him that this was defiantly a two-sided situation, which made things much easier for him.
Mathieu and Gilbert, huh~?
So it begins~
-Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe- What's this?
Aha! The great and awesome Prussia has feelings for Canada after all! :D
I figured it was about time that I had him share his feeling with our all-knowing France even if it took a few dozen drinks to do it.
Also when I add in French or Spanish or whatever language other than English into my story and rely completely on Google translate; feel free to correct me if it's wrong.
Next chapter will be up in the next week, I'm not aiming for a specific day…*shrug*
But things are going to get exciting so look forward to it!
Reviews are very appreciated like always! :D