Yep, another update, I'm getting better at this, haha, also just saying, their is some swearing in this chapter including a F bomb so just be aware before going any farther if you're not into that kind of language.
This chapter has more Canadian and British fighting, I'm a sucker for overprotective!Canada, it's just cute okay. Enjoy this chapter!
"Love is a poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same." - Georgia R.R. Martin
After that whole fiasco where Alfred was being as oblivious as a goldfish, things were quiet on the porch, well except for Alfred, who was still talking as fast and loud as ever.
Ivan and Matthew were sitting on the porch swing with Ivan sitting closest to Alfred who was sitting on a kitchen stool he brought outside. Arthur was sitting on the left closest to Alfred on a plush bench. Ivan and Matthew had noted the discreet way he would carefully place a hand on Alfred's knee as if he needed to have some sort of hold on him at all times to keep him safe. They both thought it was disgusting.
Almost as if finding a ally in each other with a common goal to keep Alfred from dating some psychopath, Ivan and Matthew kept a close watch on Arthur, sending dirty looks every now and then and trying to redirect the attention over the themselves opposed to Arthur who seemed to be a attention hog when it came to Alfred.
Matthew felt annoyance creep up his spine watching Arthur coddling his twin brother. His whole life he had witnessed this weird behavior from the English man. Matthew had known Arthur since as long as he could remember and of all his memories revolving around the blond, he had always been with Alfred or was talking about him.
Arthur trying to get Alfred to play some dumb game with him like tea parties or make believe which Alfred would reluctantly oblige to doing.
Arthur playfully scolding Alfred about eating his food too fast or being too loud, he was never actually mad though. Heaven knows, Arthur could never be mad at his Alfred.
Or Arthur following Alfred around like a lost puppy dog desperate for attention.
Matthew in his early years didn't think much of it. He was used to not getting the same attention as his twin did. Alfred had a exuberant and loud personality. He was a star since birth, basically. Matthew, however had a quiet more relaxed air about him that tended to make him disappear next to his bright sibling.
Matthew never had any resentment towards Alfred though. Alfred was really the only one who ever noticed him growing up besides his parents, Alfred would play whatever game his twin wanted and would protect him whenever people started to be a jerk to his quieter half.
Matthew loved Alfred more than anyone and Alfred loved him back just the same. In fact Alfred would call his twin his best friend, something Matthew loved to hear because he'd see the a look of pain and jealousy cross Arthur's face immediately. It was the only time Arthur truly looked uncertain.
Matthew understood why people loved Alfred so much. Alfred had this amazing ability to make everyone feel special, when he looked at someone, he would smile this big great grin and his eyes would light up like he saw some super hero or something and it just made you feel so important. Like he needed you.
The stupid oaf probably didn't even realize he had such a charming personality but it didn't matter because the ditsy air about him added to his lovable charm.
Matthew understood that Arthur came from a hard background having no friends growing up, his father abandoning him and his older brothers being jerks, it made sense that when someone like Alfred made him feel so important and made him feel like he was worth more than he thought that Arthur latched on to that feeling like a hotcake and didn't want to share it with anyone else.
Matthew wasn't heartless, he knew Arthur was bruised from life and was just trying to find something that made him happy but that something was Matthew's younger stupid oblivious to everything twin brother and Matthew, although quiet wasn't going to let Arthur take away such a bright light in the world because Arthur wanted to be the only one who got to see it.
It was wrong and Matthew wasn't going to let it happen laying down like a coward.
Alfred had stuck up for him through thick and thin and kept him safe and it was time for Matthew to finally return the favor.
The violet eyed boy turned to glance over at his lavender eyed neighbor and realized he finally had someone else willing to fight back against Arthur and his rules.
"Are you guys even paying attention to me?" Alfred whined pouting like a three year old denied a cookie.
Arthur immediately shook his head. "Of course, Alfred! I'm listening." Arthur replied patting the boy's knee reassuringly.
Alfred looked over at Arthur and nodded. 'Well, I know you are, you always pay attention to me, you have to, you're my best friend." The blond replied rolling his eyes before grinning making the British man practically beam at the younger teen.
Matthew could practically feel the disgust directed at Arthur creep into his thoughts. He seriously wondered if he should go get his hockey stick and subtly beat the obsessive boy over the head with it and tell him to stop ogling his bro like that. It was just creepy.
Ivan also felt annoyed as he watched Arthur idly rub Alfred's knee like he owned the boy. The Russian's face didn't show it though, still smiling a polite smile to not scare Alfred away from being his friend again.
Ivan always knew about how crazy Arthur was. Arthur was a pest since the day the two met, he always thought the boy was too attached to Alfred. Ivan, having a equally as crazy younger sister had a keen eye for these sorts of things.
"Da, Fredka. I'm listening as well." Ivan replied although he really wasn't, he was trying to calm himself down watching Arthur touch Fredka like he was some sort of puppy or toy before he ripped the puny blond's head off.
It was almost as though Arthur could sense the hostility being thought about him because he glanced at Ivan in this smug way that made the silver haired teenager want to hit someone over the head with a pipe.
That certain someone being Arthur, of course.
Alfred smiled still looking a little doubtful. "Well, okay then as long as you guys are listening to me, you guys want to come over tomorrow to watch the football game?" Alfred grinned before quickly back stepping his sentence. "And when I say, football, I mean good football, Artie." Alfred said laughing at his joke making Arthur sputter at a lost for words.
"You dope! European football is good football! I don't understand why you Americans have to do and name everything differently." Arthur replied rolling his green eyes in annoyance.
Alfred chuckled. 'I'm just kiddin' ya, Iggy. I actually like soccer but for reals' though, ya'll want to watch football with me tomorrow?" Alfred asked his blue eyes widening as he looked at everyone expectantly.
Arthur sighed rolling his eyes again at Alfred's very American way of talking but nodded. "Yes, of course, Alfred. I will be there." Arthur responded looking quite pleased at the fact he would get to spend another day with Alfred.
Arthur's plans quickly turned however when Ivan piped up looking happy.
"I will come as well, zvezda moya." Ivan answered smiling before sending a mocking look towards the irate British man.
Arthur glared getting heated at whatever perverted pet name Ivan probably just called his Alfred.
Matthew smiled at his twin. "I'll be there too, of course." Matthew said with a chuckle because he lived with his brother and Alfred would complain and whine if he didn't come to watch.
And due to the fact Arthur was getting more red than the tomatoes Antonio in grade twelve liked to eat.
Arthur was sending looks of rage to his two new enemies on the couch, both looking to please at the fact they were making Arthur mad.
Arthur silently sent a warning look that said 'Do you want to die tonight?' before faking a bright smile when Alfred went to look at him.
Matthew and Ivan both deadpanned at how annoyingly fake Arthur was, if only Alfred could see it too.
After that, Ivan and Arthur were getting ready to leave. Alfred grinned.
"It was awesome hanging out all together again! I can't wait for tomorrow, make sure to bring super duper awesome attitudes because the Dallas Cowboys are going to kick some butt!" Alfred exclaimed laughing excitedly his blue eyes twinkling at the idea of his team winning.
Arthur and Ivan both smiled at his carefree excitement before sending a annoyed look to the other.
"Of course, Alfred. I'm sure your team will do well." Arthur responded always looking for ways to get on Alfred's good graces.
Ivan nodded. "It's been good being together again too. I'll see you all tomorrow." Ivan replied tilting his head cheerfully although Arthur could sense the annoyance thrown to his end.
Alfred opened the door waving good bye. "Cool, bye dudes, see ya' later! Come on Mattie, let's go inside, I want to eat." Alfred said brightly making Ivan and Arthur almost sweat drop at how much that slender boy could eat without getting sick.
Matthew nodded. "Okay, Alfred. First, I need to talk to Arthur about a homework assignment though." Matthew said looking Arthur in the eye smiling looking as peaceful and calm as he always was but both Ivan and Arthur felt the threatening tone dripping from his quiet voice.
Alfred just grinned. "Okay, Mattie. See you guys later then!" Alfred exclaimed closing the door behind him.
As soon as Alfred was gone so were everyone's smiles.
Matthew glared. "Look, Arthur, you can come tomorrow but if I see you cuddling up to Alfred or being a ass hat to anyone, I'm getting my hockey stick and I'll beat the ever loving crap out of you even if my brother is watching." Matthew warned using the fact he was the same height as his brother to his advantage as he glared at the smaller British boy angrily.
Arthur chuckled sounding the least bit amused.
"Matthew, Alfred invited me over, of course I'm allowed to come. I also seriously doubt Alfred will let you beat me up with your stupid hockey stick, he would beat the shit out of either of you if you tried to hurt his best friend." Arthur said with a wining smirk.
Matthew scoffed. "My brother wouldn't beat the shit out of me, he might get mad but he wouldn't hurt his own family. He'd want me to hurt you if he knew all the crazy thoughts you had about him every day." Matthew said looking deadly.
Ivan nodded in agreement looking at Arthur happily.
"Da, Fredka isn't one who likes to be tied down or owned, do you think he'd appreciate these controlling thoughts you have about him?" Ivan asked chuckling dangerously.
Arthur's green eyes blazed in anger. "Shut up, both of you! You're both such complete wankers! Thinking you know Alfred like I do, you don't! I know more about him than anyone!" Arthur exclaimed rage taking over his features as he snarled and large eyebrows furrowed making him look practically insane.
Matthew stepped forward and looked Arthur in the eye. "You don't know him better than I do, Arthur. I'm his own twin, stop acting like you own him." Matthew whispered calmly Ivan could tell however the tone was not friendly.
Arthur just clenched his fists. "Alfred is mine, don't either of you two bloody pricks forget it." Arthur growled before taking a deep breath and appearing to be somewhat calm.
Arthur glared one last time. "Goodbye gentlemen, I'll see you both tomorrow." Arthur said before walking away looking collected not having to go very far considering he lived next door.
Ivan and Matthew looked at each other as they saw Arthur finally go inside his house the Brit practically shaking with anger as he tried to unlock his door with his keys.
Matthew sighed. "He's insane, fortunately for him, Alfred is as dumb as a block of bricks when it comes to the realizing things." Matthew said before rubbing the temples of his forehead looking stressed.
Ivan patted Matthew on the back before smiling. "Da, but Alfred will be kept safe with us. We'll protect him." Ivan said walking down the stairs getting ready to go.
Ivan turned around. "Also, tell Alfred to close his windows, I think he might have someone watching him later if not." Ivan said pointedly looking over at Arthur's opened windows directly across from Alfred's room.
Matthew's eyes widen and he blinked getting at what Ivan was saying.
"That asshole. He watches Alfred when he sleeps, doesn't he? He's worse than even I thought." Matthew replied shaking his head wondering how his twin had gotten into this mess.
Matthew sighed nodding his head over towards Ivan in appreciation.
Ivan nodded back before making a cue to leave.
"Alfred needs you, Ivan, and I approve if you two ever got together-" Matthew started making Ivan stop to look back at the quieter twin. "-but if you ever start acting like Arthur or hurt Alfred I won't even hesitate to send you to a trip to the hospital with my hockey stick, got it?." Matthew said calmly crossing his arms like a protective older brother would.
Ivan just smiled clearly aware of the fact Matthew could do damage, they were on the hockey team together and Matthew was the one most noted for penalties when it came to hurting other players, he was sweet off the ice but with his hockey stick he could kill someone easily.
"Da, I understand. Tell Alfred, I'll see him tomorrow." Ivan replied before making his journey back to his house.
Matthew stood on the porch and ran his hand through his blond hair and sighed defeated.
How on earth did his brother end up getting the two scariest people in school to fall in love with him?
Suddenly the front door was thrown opened and Matthew looked back to see the most heartbroken face you ever could see.
Alfred was pouting. "Mattie! I'm so hungry!" He whined looking like a kicked puppy dog.
Matthew stared.
Matthew thought of Arthur's uptight attitude and how fucking scary Ivan was when it came to anything and everything and blinked.
'Seriously, how did this happen?' Matthew thought in confusion raising a eyebrow before giving up and walking inside to make his complaining twin some pancakes or something.
zvezda moya - My Star (again, Ivan loves to give pet names in Russian because no one can understand him and he can get away with it~)
'Antonio' from grade twelve - Spain
Also yeah, in my headcanon, Alfred's favorite (American) football team is the Dallas Cowboys, I dunno why, it just makes sense to me.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and liked the fighting, I love writing Matthew as a more intense less push over type of character because Matthew, in my opinion can totally kick butt if he needs to, he's still a sweetheart in this fic just not some wimp whose going to let someone take his brother away.
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