lol sorry this took so long!

recap: Canada forgot the rules about personal space, enjoy


Now that Japan had the whole "BL" picture, he had become a more than just a frequent visitor. Usually, Uk and France would be a little annoyed with another mouth to feed however, Japan was polite, a hard workers and a constant source of entertainment. Naturally he was welcome to stay as long as he'd like. Matthew was the only one in the house that had mixed feelings about the other boy staying in the house. He knew, of course, that his brother and Japan were not likely to become any closer than they were but his was still jealous. He felt his face tighten into an unnatural smile every time America and Japan shared a good laugh. 'I can't take this anymore!' Canada thought one day after catching America "molesting" Japan 'I have to tell him.' His need to possess all of his brother's attention made Matthew noticeably gloomier. He was so gloomy in fact that at world meetings he actually drew more attention than he did when he was perfectly content. Ukraine took special note of this. He was, after all, her first kiss.

"What's the matter Canada?" Ukraine asked during the recess. Canada retrieved his maple bar from the vending machine. Leaning against the machine, he sighed.

"I'm in love." He said as Ukraine stuck fifty cents into the slot for some gum. She looked at him wide eyed and with a bright smile.

"YOU ARE?"She half screamed.

"shh! It's a sorta a secret." He blushed, enjoying the attention and fussing that Ukraine was giving him. "I'm telling you because I thought that it would be a way to pay you back for stealing your first kiss." She blushed and nodded, happy with the gift.

"Does she know?" Canada said nothing but looked down at his feet incriminatingly. "DOES HE KNOW?" Matthew blushed and shook his head "no". Grabbing the other country and spinning him around in a hug, the girl giggled. "I'm so happy for you! Congratulations! I mean" she reflected after putting him down "it's still one sided but, maybe he feels the same way for you!"

"I don't think so. I might have already lost the opportunity by not realizing it soon enough… or not admitting to myself that i…" he trailed off. He still couldn't express himself or his sexuality all that well to others.

"You need to tell the rest of the girls!" Ukraine insisted. "Girls give the best advice about guys and, on top of that, they love a good BL story!"

"BL? What's that?"

Feeling like a big sister Ukraine steered Matthew towards the female hang out. "Matthew, you have much to learn."

Alfred meanwhile eyed the encounter from a distance. He didn't hear anything but he knew that whatever Matthew had said had made the girl happy. Little shots of terror shot through his veins like heroine. 'What if he really likes her? Am I ready for that? What if he marries her? Then I can never tell him how I feel! I'll die like this! I know I resolved to tell him more romantically but I had forgotten this speed bump!'

Lithuania came up behind him, noticing Canada retreating hand in hand with the Ukrainian girl he asked the brother "Are those two going out?"

The American wailed in misery. "KILL ME! PLEASE JUST PUT ME OUT OF MY MISARY! I DON'T WANNA MAKE AN ASS OUT OF MYSELF! IF YOU HAVE ANY LOVE FOR ME TORRES, PLEASE!" Alfred fell to his knees and grabbed Lithuania's hand with one of his own and put his other hand up as though he were being sworn in. "If you promise to do me this favor Torres, I swear to you that before I die, I will make you the most satisfied man on the planet."

"W-What! No I'm not going to kill you Sir! And besides, I don't like guys!"

"Don't try to deny it, you let me carry you away at the Christmas party." Alfred let out a sigh and let go of Lithuania's hand. "Forget it. Let me suffer."

"I-I won't kill you Sir but, how about we do something to get your mind off of whatever's bothering you? N-n-not just us of course, we could invite Japan, or Germany or Canada or-"

"WHAN! MATHEW! WHY MUST YOU LEAVE YOU'RE BROTHER!"

"o-o-kay! Not Canada, please don't cry sir! Um… How about we go visit Finland, Sweden and Norway? You haven't visited them in a long time right?" The American played meekly with the fly away strand of hair and admitted he hadn't seen them in quite some time but declined all the same.

"I borrowed some Cd's from them…and I haven't given them back yet." Lithuania smiled knowingly. America wasn't good at giving things back. "I will see them soon, you can tell them that." The two smiled and shook hands like men. The promise of seeing old friends made Alfred hopeful.

Sea Land came over for dinner that night. He did every so often. Arthur didn't want to take care of Sea land however; he still loved his little brother so he was allowed to visit. Mathew was not able to make dinner that night due to the fact that the girls had not returned him yet. Sea Land was a little disappointed, he really looked up to his nephews. Alfred also looked up to his uncle Peter, for even though he was much younger than the American and a little annoying, he was one of the ballsiest people he knew. Peter had sold himself on ebay.

"ebay." Arthur said softly after dinner had been cleared away and Sealand had gone. "I can't believe it. I mean he's not my problem but- I still care about my little brother." Francis slid his arms around his lover's neck.

"Come my love, Voulez-vous d'avoir le sexe avec papa?" Francis nuzzled his lover's neck. "hm?"

"I thought I told you not to talk to me in French." He blushed "you know what it does to me." Francis chuckled and lead his love upstairs. Alfred sat at the table, as witness, his mouth wide with disgust. After a moment he shook the image of his parents having sex out of his mind and thought about how France had taken advantage of his husband's weakness. Sealand was in capable hands, Sweden, who bought him was benign and very lively. Arthur had nothing to fear. Still, his weakness for his brother made Arthur vulnerable for a "from behind" attack. Alfred chuckled. 'Well that's something I have got to try.'

"Papa has something for you mon amant." Francis said turning on the television. Arthur was a little disappointed. He had been lured upstairs with the promise of sex. Francis was always teasing him. He had since they were young. However loved just as much Arthur loved to fight and wrestle with his lover. It was that combative nature that made him feel young and alive.

"what is it?" Arthur said not hiding the irritation in his voice.

"a few days ago, I caught a little spy outside our door and confiscated a camera." Francis laughed to himself. Arthur's mouth opened a little in shock. "I haven't watched it yet, I was waiting to watch it with you."

"I'm not going to watch THAT!" Arthur blushed closing his eyes. "That's- that's-"

"I didn't ask you, I'm telling you that you're going to watch it with me. I don't take no for an answer my love and I'm not afraid to make you watch." The video started and the screen showed the two men kissing passionately.

"No! Turn it off" The Man's blush was creeping down his neck his lover joined him on the bed.

"I won't." The French man sat behind his love holding his slight build, forcing his face to view the screen. "you want to watch this. You're just so shy." He felt the English man's frame loosen gradually and his breathing quicken. "see?" he began to kiss his love on the neck. The proper man slouched and Francis was reminded of the punk phase and the youth of his husband. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. Francis quickly unbuttoned the front of Arthur's shirt stroking a nipple lovingly. Arthur let out a soft moan and Francis looked down to see that his member had become visible in Arthurs well fitting slacks. "Voulez-vous m'en prendre aux?" Arthur nodded and Francis unbuttoned his slacks and stripped his love down to nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. Arthur still hadn't taken his eyes off of the television. He was enjoying this but he'd never let France know. It was too embarrassing.

Francis grabbed hold of Arthur's member and stroked it lovingly. "eyhn, ha yeh."

"Hn? What was that my love?" France said biting his lover's ear.

"Please!" Arthur said his eyes heavy with desire. "Francis don't make me beg!"

"oh, alright, but I do love it when you beg." He crawled in front of the Englishman and pushed him on his back. "I'll make you call my name instead." He spread the man's legs apart and went down on his member sucking on it lovingly. Arthur held his hair back noting how beautiful his ears were, how broad his shoulders, how tight and firm looking his but was. The pleasure was intense; His lover knew just how to satisfy him. Moments before he came, France pulled off and motioned to be attended to himself. The English man switched places with him and after a few minutes Francis took him by surprise and moved Arthur to where he was in a position to take all that France had to offer.

"The Lubricant." Arthur panted.

"Non, we don't need it. You took care of it for me." France stuck his member into the United Kingdom, thrusting without mercy. England cried out in pleasure calling out the name of his lover, something which he would later and always had denied. "I love you, Arthur." France had said holding his lover, both of them happily spent and the television was off. " Je veux dire par amour pour vous."

"I know, that's why I love you too." The two kissed sweetly, turned out the lights and went to bed.

Matthew came home around midnight and found Alfred curled into a ball on the couch in the living room. "what the-? Alfred Jones how could you?"

"Oh. Heh, you're home are you? I-uh… this isn't what it looks like, I promise!"

"Well it looks like you rented Jennifer's body on paid per view! "

"But I thought it was going to be about a girl's body! Not…" Alfred Trailed off trying not to shake. "Mattie… I'm scared." He said in a small voice. Canada sat next to him on the couch.

"It'll be ok." Matthew hugged him.

"You know what would make me feel better?"

"Hm?"

"if we did that thing we always do when I get scared." Alfred said seductively, his plan unfolding perfectly before his eyes.

"No Alfred! That's too embarassing!"

"no one's watching."

"alright, hurry before i change my mind."

Alfred started beat boxing and Mathew Grabbed his mountie hat and the two began doing the Canadian rap. Canada took the floor in front of Alfred who was sitting on the couch smiling. Mathew thrust his hips awkwardly to the beat and then broke out into the rap "Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please, even if in winter things tend to freeze" he motioned to his vital region and Alfred tried not to laugh. The dance was improved so things were all the more hilarious. "we've invented the zipper, we've got expertise, we made insulin to combat disease eyah I know that you wanna be Canadian." The beat changed and Mathew sang the chorus. "The brits have got the monarchy, the us has the money but I know that you wanna be Canadian. The French have got the wine and cheese, koalas hang with the aussies but I know that you wanna be Canadian." Then it was Alfred's favorite part. Like his dad, he was especially partial to French. "Et si ce n'etait pas assez on a deux langues Officielles: L'anglais et le Francais OoLala." Lol the French made Alfred burst with laughter. Canadian French was innocently spoken and Matthew's voice was small enough as it is that it was too cute. He couldn't lie to such a cute boy.

"M-Mahaha-Matthew!"

"WHAT?" Matthew said embarrassed.

"I didn't really watch Jennifer's body."

"YOU BITCH!"


woot woot i broke 2,ooo words!

this chapter made me throw up a little. I love Fruk but... this one one mental image i won't be able to shake... *shivers*