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Matthew Williams was Canadian. Everyone knew this, he wore red and white almost constantly, was brilliant at hockey, and had that tiny bit of an accent. Another thing clearly defining him as a Canadian was his love of snow. Matthew Williams really loved snow. He loved it so much, that he spent almost all of his time outside when it was snowing.

That was why the Badly Treated Trio was holding their meeting in the park. Only one person was happy about it.

"I r-really h-h-ate stupid-d Ca-Can-Canadians and their s-stupid love of s-s-snow," Lovino said, shivering in his red jacket.

"Loathe as I am to admit it, I agree with the Italian. Is this really necessary?" Arthur asked, looking at the smiling blonde in front of him.

Matthew smiled even bigger, throwing snow up into the air. "Of course! There's finally enough snow to play in it properly! I've been waiting for months."

Lovino rolled his eyes. "A-amazingly enough, m-most p-people expect-t s-snow in D-d-december. It's n-normal."

Matthew frowned. "Not in-"

"-Canada, we know," Arthur butted in. "Anyways, aren't we supposed to be having a meeting?"

"Nope, it's snowing!"

Arthur and Lovino looked at each other, both a bit exasperated by Matthew's enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a group of all too familiar voices was heard coming up the road. All three boys sat up straighter, automatically on edge. They were still in posession of the mistletoe, it was locked up in Lovino's safe, and the Bad Touch was still detirmined to get it back. Matthew, Arthur, and Lovino had managed to avoid their boyfriends for a day or two, but they knew they would have to face them sometime.

Suddenly, Lovino's eyes lit up. "H-hey, M-matthew..."

Said boy looked towards the still shivering Italian. "Yes?"

"H-how good are y-you at s-snow b-b-ball fights?"

A cocky grin spread over Matthew's face. He stooped down, forming a tight ball, and threw it at a knot in the tree, hitting it directly in the center. "Excellent," Matthew said, dusting off his gloves.

Arthur smiled, catching on. "Aim for the frog's hair."

Francis had always prided himself on being able to spot Arthur from miles away. He liked to say it was from when he always picked on Arthur, but deep inside he knew it was because Arthur had that something that drew him in. He could never not notice Arthur. The same went for Antonio, who had grown up with Lovino and was so hopelessly in love with him he couldn't possibly overlook him. Gilbert was still working on the skill, but his awesome hearing could pick up Matthew's soft voice from across a crowded room. It was actually kind of freaky, but whatever.

The point of all this was to say that the Bad Touch Trio saw their boyfriends the second they entered the park. They all smiled, and Francis almost ran to Arthur before remembering they were currently at war.

Over mistletoe.

His mistletoe, to be exact, which was so cruelly taken from him by Lovino.

He held up a hand, stopping Antonio. "Wait! We're at war, remember? We need a plan. I say we grab your short little boyfriend and run."

Antonio burst out laughing, patting Francis on the back. "Good luck with that, amigo. Lovi will murder you and dance on your grave."

Gilbert nodded. "Yeah, that's a stupid plan. How about your short boyfriend, Francis?"

Francis crossed his arms. "Mon petite lapin will not be touched by any of you. And 'e is much too smart to let me come near 'im." Then, he smiled wickedly. "Ohonhon, but your adorable Matthew will let me. 'e loves me!"

Gilbert clenched his fists. "Touch my awesome Birdie and you die. Hey wait! I've got an awesome plan!"

Meanwhile, another awesome plan was being formed by Mr. Awesome's boyfriend.

"Okay, we'll build the fort here, and an emergency station will be behind this tree. I'll start on the offensive, Arthur, you create the ammunition, and Lovi, you can insult and swear at the enemy."

Arthur and Lovino nodded, smiling. "W-we are g-gonna snowball the c-c-crap out of them," Lovino said happily, ignoring his shivers.

Matthew nodded in agreement from the ground, where he was building the fort. In a few minutes, a strong fort was constructed, one that had four sides so it kind of looked like a cage, along with a few snowballs. "Goodness, that was fast," said Arthur. "How often did you have snowball fights in Canada?"

Matthew shrugged, throwing a clump of snow at a tree with incredible speed, practicing. "Well, me and the hockey team had them almost every day in the winter, but they didn't let me play very often."

"W-what? Why n-not?" Lovino asked, making snowballs to hide behind the tree.

Matthew giggled. "I was too good. I knocked this kid over with a snowball once, and he got absolutely drenched. His mom got mad, so then I just refereed. Sometimes, other teams would challenge us, and then I got to play. The other team always surrendered."

Arthur and Lovino looked at each other, flabbergasted. Matthew threw a snowball and it knocked someone over? What happened to the peaceful Canadian they knew?

Before either of them could say anything, however, a certain Albino started running towards them. "Ready positions!" said Matthew, smiling to himself. Gilbert was first. Perfect.

Ducking behind the fort with Arthur (Lovino was behind the tree), Matthew picked out his first "bullet". It had to be perfectly round, and the perfect combination of hard and soft. Finding some that fit his requirements, Matthew gathered them into his arms.

"Hey Birdie! What are you guys do-"

Poor Gilbert never got to finish his awesome sentence, because he was assaulted with snowballs.

Now, there is a big difference between average snowball fights and Canadian snowball fights. Average snowball fights are casual, silly things that leave you cold and a bit wet but otherwise unharmed and happy. Canadian snowball fights are intense, painful, ridiculous things that leave you victorious, injured, or running for your life.

So, it is only natural that a person, however awesome they might be, who has only experienced an average snowball fight, would scream upon finding themselves in the middle of a Canadian snowball fight.

Or at least, that's what Gilbert would argue for years after this.

Running for a nearby bench, Gilbert hid behind it, shouting, "Birdie! This is so unawesome! And mein Gott you can throw!"

Matthew nodded, a huge grin on his face.

Just then, Francis and Antonio, who had seen this whole thing, started to creep up on Arthur and Matthew. Francis gestured at Gilbert to keep talking.

"So, um, Birdie… Have I talked about Gilbird recently? He flew out of his cage a couple days ago..."

Antonio face-palmed, and Francis was busy silently picking up snow to throw on Arthur, so neither of them saw the small Italian sneaking up on them while they sneaked up on Arthur and Matt.

Lovino quickly reached up and poured snow down Antonio's shirt, shouting, "Hola, tomato bastard!"

Antonio whipped around. "Eegh! It's so cold! I'm going to get you for this Lovi!"

Thus, a chase was started between the two, and Arthur was now fully aware of Francis's presence.

"Trying to sneak up on me, Frog?"

Francis smiled. "Non, just wanted to see you."

Arthur nodded. "Right. Well in that case…" He randomly leaned up and kissed Francis, who responded immediately, it being a sacred vow of his to never turn down a kiss from Arthur.

Unfortunately, his boyfriend was not such a romantic, something that was made painfully clear when a heap of snow landed in Francis's hair. "Got you," Arthur whispered, before running away as fast as he could.

"My 'air!" Francis said, shaking the wet substance out of his golden locks. "Ohonhon, lapin, you are going to regret zhat!"

Arthur smirked, already far away. "I seriously doubt it!" he called.

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