Heey~ Check it out, I'm alive! At least, until my report card comes in...So, yeah, my mom will likely have a cow and ground me over my bad grades, so I doubt I'll be able to update again soon, I'm sorry! So, forgetting completely about my doomed Computer rights, here's another chaper of Our Love.


Our love, Strange.

"Matvey! Oh Matvey!" Belarus was grinning, tears in her eyes as the Canadian turned, smiling with that same indescribable emotion as the flax-haired woman ran towards him.

Lithuania was standing nearby, standing in front of the flowerbed that lined the wall of the Russia's Moscow manor, biting on a handkerchief with tears running down his face as Estonia and Latvia attempted to comfort him.

Ukraine was standing by the door, trying not to look to awkward as Alberta, paying nearly no attention to her, watched, grinning as his will-be stepmother burst from the door while Russia was looking at Saskatchewan with a mixture of surprise and displeasure, while the tall teen tried not to tremble under his Uncle's intense stare, doing a much better job of hiding his fear than the Baltic's did. So Matvey had had both of his sisters, eh? He tried to keep his anger down, for Natalia's sake. The other province's stood by; the one with a weed leaf on her shirt carried the bear.

France was standing next to Canada, Brittan on the other side, attempting to get some arrangement's going or at least an idea on what he wanted for the wedding but Arthur's blubbering, something about his little baby getting married and apologizing for the whole mess, was getting in his way and frankly, it was getting on his nerves.

But, something violent was bound to happen with that woman.

The blade of a small knife was thrown, no hilt, just the metal part, at Matthew, the little silver bit running under his white shirt.

The countries shank back, terrified of Belarus now that she had gotten her fire back, but Matthew just smiled, pulling the little blade out of his shirt; No blood on neither the cloth, nor the knife. "Do you really think that I would be so slow as to not expect something like this?" There was something, under his shirt…something metal.

Ontario sighed. "There at it again!" He said exasperatedly.

"Can you blame them? A marriage without a nice fight every once in a while would be dull, non?" Chuckled Quebec, sparking another cigarette as the two glared at eachother.

Manitoba scoffed. "You should know! You were married for over twenty three years! B.C was planning your second marriage!"

As the Ontarian and Quebecer were about to shout something about it being an unwilling arranged marriage, B.C was muttering under her breath. "It was going to be perfect too…I had everything all planned and ready to go…But you had go and get divorced before my dream had come to life…" she said, shoulders slumping a bit.

While France found this conversation both amusing and interesting, the fight between his son and daughter-in-law was a little more…pressing.

Natalia visibly scowled, realizing that Matthew had worn a metal gauntlet to keep from getting hurt in his right arm. "As a matter of fact, I did. Without me around to get you moving you're usually too slow to do anything!" She pulled out an array of blades, tossing them with obvious skill, managing to get a few into his skin and draw blood, and to cause a few scratches. But Matthew was quick, he moved from side to side, dodging the knifes as they came, grabbing one from the ground, he swerved. One arm reached forward, grabbing Belarus's arm as she swung it, attempting to slash at him.

He wretched her arm, making her cry out in pain, standing with her arm twisted to her back in a way that was definitely not comfortable, he used his free arm to pull her other, unwretched arm back as far as it would go, putting his arm between her elbow and back, grasping the wrist of the other arm and holding her waist. "I win~" He said in a sing song voice as she grunted, obviously displeased. "Purple flowers."

The others were frozen, while the Canadian's were still snickering amongst themselves, enjoying the adults' dumbfounded expressions.

Canada would need to be strong in order to keep up with Belarus, after all. She didn't like the sweet, innocent type; she liked the big, strong and powerful kind of men. Why else would she have been so intent on becoming one with Russia?

She screamed, thrusting forward as Matthew was forced over her shoulder, onto his back, in front of her. She turned, stepping over his body and sitting on his chest as he gasped, her sudden weight all on his chest forcing the air out of his lungs. She put her gloved hands onto his neck, eyes glowering in rage. "I win, red flowers!"

Some of the provinces were snickering as Belarus sat back, letting Canada prop himself up on his elbows. "Natalia!" He wined, pouting slightly. "I like purple best!"

Natalia, still sitting on him, smirked. "I won, and that's that."

Canada growled, glaring up at his Belarusian fiancée. "I need a call! Who won?" He shouted, they both looked to Matthew's children.

Ontario raised his hands, as if ready to defend from an attack. "Sorry Mom," The other's snickered. "But Dad got that one."

"Just to stick it to Ontario, I'm going to say Boss Lady won." Snickered Quebec, shielding his head as the blonde Ontarian began trying to hit his head in a way that reminded Alfred of when he and Matt played catch together and Canada got mad at him, hitting the little French dude with slow and soft hits.

"You jerk! You can't just agree with somebody just because I disagree with them! Where the hells your integrity?"

The kid with the red-hair, the scary one with the word 'friendly' on his coat, smacked them over the head with a canoe paddle, silencing them both. "Dad won, no question." The two that were laying on the floor moaned in severe pain, nobody regarded them.

"Belarus won!" Went P.E.I.

"I'll have to give it to the lovely Belarus." Said Nova with a short twang of his fiddle.

"It looked like Dad won!" Said B.C.

"We both think Natalia won." Said Newfoundland, petting his dog, Labrador.

Yukon spoke up. "Dad, it was so Dad."

Saskatchewan, Alfred recalled him being a weird mix of Russian and Canadian; polite in a scary way, spoke up softly. "I-I think i-it was Belarus…"

His answer was drowned out as Alberta shouted his answer. "Dude, it was so Dad!"

"Daddy!" Giggled Nunavut.

"I'll have to say Belarus." Said North West.

"I-I th-think i-it was Dad…" Whispered a small voice.

"Whoa? What the hell was that?" Shrieked Alberta.

"I-it' was m-me…New Brunswick…"

"When the hell did you get here Brunswick? We were looking for you at the airport!"

"I was always there…you always forget me, Brother…"

The woman smirked, leaning on Canada as he whimpered under his breath. 'Betrayed…by my own children…' while Belarus shouted in victory. "Hah!" Declared Belarus, smirking triumphantly over Canada. "I won! Red flowers!"

B.C scratched Kuma's fur, cuddling him. "What do you think Kumajiji? Did Daddy or Mommy win?"

"Who?" went the bear, beady eyes upon the conquered form of his master.

"Canada!" went the Canadian children on reflex, instantly putting a hand to their mouths.

"Hah!" Said Canada, hands thrusting into the air, making Belarus fall back and into the dirt. "They agree with me! Purple flowers!" he leaned over her, grinning as he pinned her to the ground.

"Cheater!" she said, struggling under him. "Dirty cheat-" she was immediately silenced by the Canadian's lips upon her own. She reached up, instantly forgetting everything the second those maple-flavored pair made contact, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. After a moment, the need for air grew too great, and they were forced to pull away from each other.

"Wow…" was the only thing she could muster up as the Canadian children winced and, with a collective unison, moaned out 'Eeeeew!'.

"I do not need to see my Dad making out with my step-mother!" Shouted Ontario, turning around and putting his forehead to a tree.

"Yeah, seriously, there are children here." Chuckled Québec, sounding more amused than mad.

"You dare speak the loveliest of all languages but do not understand the beauty of L'amour?" Francis nearly shrieked to the Canadian teen.

"Hey, just because I'm French doesn't mean that I have to be a sappy weakling like you are, non?" France was sent into a tizzy, screaming at the boy about the time when he had been strong. England feeling the need to join in and insult France on behalf of Quebec, only for Quebec to insult England, which resulted in Ontario and America joining in on England's defense, which meant that Russia, B.C, Manitoba, PEI and Nova jumped into the fray as well, and Alberta screaming about Eastern plots while the other countries and province's watched, unsure what to do as they faded into the background, the Canadian children did it quite literally.

Canada sighed, smiling as he pulled Belarus into his lap. "Still willing to marry me?" He asked playfully, hugging his lover tightly.

Belarus sighed, smiled and leaned into him, her arms wrapped around his chest. "We've fought for a few years now; I don't think fighting with a ring on my finger will change much so…yes, of course I am." She leaned up, tilting his chin down with the tips of her fingers and kissing Matthew's cheek.

"Speaking of rings…" Natalia blinked, feeling something cold, something even colder her flaxen-blonde boyfriend's hand on hers, a metal band that was slipped onto her finger.

She smiled, tearing up immediately upon seeing the sparkling, white gold engagement ring with little engravings, tight little swirls and two upraised parts that looked like leafs around a fifteen karat diamond, three smaller diamonds on each side so that it was symmetrical. Canada held her hand to his chest, smiling with all the sincerity he could muster. "Marry me?"

Natalia leaned up, kissing him and giving him all the answer he could've needed.

England paused in his arguing, seeing the newly brought together couple within their lover's embrace. He smiled, trying to keep the tears he felt falling. Matthew looked so…happy…

It wasn't any wonder, Matthew always seemed to have a weakness for lovely and dangerous woman, Hungary would know that to the full extent.


Ohonhonhon~ Should I do a little ficlet about Hungary and Canada~?