"I don't mind carpooling, but why did that guy have to come?" Alfred complained.
"I'm right here," Carlos growled.
"I know," Alfred snorted.
"Please... you guys..." Matthew sighed. "Can we just go to the party in peace?"
"Not if he's here," Alfred mumbled, opening the door for Matthew. "It's bad enough I have to hang with the stuck up Brit..."
"I'm right here!" Arthur complained.
"He seems to talk like the person isn't here a lot, man," Carlos said as he sat down next to Matthew in the back.
"I noticed," Arthur grumbled, getting in shotgun.
"Matt? You got your license, right?"
"Um... yes. Why did I have to bring it if you're driving, though?"
"Because you're not allowed to drink more than a beer."
"A- Al!"
"What? It's not my fault you have a low tolerance."
Matthew felt his face burning. "Alfred!"
"What?" he snorted. "I need somebody to drive us home, and I'm not gonna do it, Arthur's probably gonna be drowning his sorrows about some shit, and Carlos is gonna be busy ogling at you! Stop it!"
Matthew felt his face burning even redder. "Alfred! Enough!"
"It's never enough with the stupid American..." Arthur grunted, folding his arms.
"Seriously," Carlos mumbled.
"What the hell? Why is everyone ganging up on me?" Alfred complained.
"Because you're a douche," Carlos said.
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Am no-"
"Okay, you guys!" Matthew cried, his eyes worriedly dashing from his brother to his boy- uh, f- friend. "Alfred, just focus on the road. Carlos, focus on... uhm... something else."
Carlos leaned over and whispered. "Like what? You?"
Matthew's face couldn't possibly get any brighter red. He shyly looked away as the other drew back, grinning. It was impossible to believe that the Cuban didn't like him. It felt... it felt really nice. Unlike when he was around stupid Gilbert.
Matthew blinked and frowned in confusion. Now why had Gilbert come up? The stupid albino was stupid stupid stupid. He didn't deserve to come up at such a time.
The blond sighed slightly as they pulled into the parking lot, staring at the beach that was lit up with lanterns, torches, and a large bonfire. It was crowded, with a large crowd of people surrounding the bonfire. The almost full moon seemed a bit bigger tonight than it usually did, and the water was calm. It was like out of the movies or something. Either way, Matthew did not feel comfortable.
"We're here!" Alfred squealed, bouncing out of the car.
"Sound bounding around like that, you look like a bloody fool," Arthur said sourly, glaring at his American companion.
Alfred pouted. "You're no fun. You know that's why I took you here, right? To teach you how to have fun!"
Arthur spluttered a bit. "I am fun! What on earth are you talking about?"
Matthew watched the two argue with an awkward smile on his face, then blushed slightly as Carlos stood extremely close to him, to the point that he could feel the others body heat. He looked up at him, feeling the smile becoming even more awkward. Carlos grinned a bit.
"Wanna head to the party?" he asked.
"O- oh, right..." Matthew said, then frowned. "Gilbert demanded that I come see him so he can meet you and see how awesome you are or something like that."
"Your roommate, right? I've been wanting to meet him, too." Carlos resisted the urge to crack his knuckles threateningly. The guy sounded like quite an asshole, and probably needed to get taught a lesson.
"Really?" Matthew blinked in surprise. "You have?"
"Yeah. Where d'ya think he'd be?" Carlos forced a grin.
Matthew looked around. "Wherever Francis is, or wherever the beer is."
"Matthieu!" Matthew winced. Oh shit.
The Frenchman beamed at him, waving as he staggered over, obviously on the verge of being drunk. He hug attacked Matthew and sloppily kissed both of his cheeks. The younger wiped his face in disgust. Carlos watched with an eyebrow cocked, obviously wondering what the hell was going on.
Matthew managed to push Francis off. "This is my cousin. He's hosting the party. Francis, this is Carlos."
"Ah, Matthieu has spoken of you." Francis pouted. "You are trying to steal my lover from me, aren't you?"
"I'm not your lover," Matthew growled.
"Hell yes he's not!" Alfred exclaimed, walking over to them and wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulders.
"Done fighting with Arthur?" Matthew asked.
"Yeah, we decided he was a fag," he responded.
"We most certainly did not!" Arthur exclaimed.
"Arthur?" Francis asked in confusion before grinning slightly. "Ah, I remember you. You were in my Chemistry class, were you not?"
"Oh, good Lord, take me home," Arthur groaned upon seeing the other. "I was hoping that it would be a coincidence that it was being hosted by someone named Francis!"
"You two know each other?" Alfred asked.
"Briefly, before he left the class. He's just angry because I pleasured him during the lecture." Francis grinned broadly. "I must say, you're quite sma-"
"Shut up!" Arthur snapped, face quite red.
"Pfff- his dick is totally this big," Alfred snorted, holding up his pinkie.
"That's closer than you know," Francis said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Stupid frog!" Arthur growled. "I'll throttle you!"
"Ah, I'm sure a few drinks will loosen you up," Francis said. "Why don't we all get one?"
"Hell yes! I haven't gotten drunk in almost a year! I need a beer!" Alfred exclaimed, punching the air.
"You shouldn't, though," Matthew mumbled.
"Aww, c'mon, it's fun! Where's the drinks, Franny?" Alfred asked, grinning.
"First of all, do not call me Franny ever again. Second of all, I'll show you right to them. Come along." Francis began leading them towards the bonfire (now the large group made sense...).
Matthew managed to untangle his brother's arm from around him as Arthur started growling to Alfred about how this was definitely one of the worst things that had ever happened to him. He slipped back to beside Carlos, giving a teensy smile. The other grinned slightly.
Matthew blinked and looked up as he heard a certain familiar voice, exclaiming drunkenly, "You guys think your roommates are weird? Mine's a homo who still sleeps with his teddy bear!"
And then Matthew's world came crashing down around him.
A/N- Aww, dat wasn't very nice. Reviews make Mattie feel better. :D lolnotreallybutiwantthem. Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and alerts! They all really mean a lot to me, gaiz. *heartloveheart* And, lastly, Hetalia is not mine! Otherwise, I would be rich!