Family Affairs

Part of the Family part II

Is anyone still there? Eum, this chapter exists because the mood didn't go with part one. I apologize it's shorter than the usual FA chapters, but it's funny and cute.

Characters here: Prussia, Canada, Québec, Ontario

Rating: T for language.

Disclaimer: I swear I didn't mean to take such a long leave!

Family Affairs

Part of the Family part II

After a full week spent in the hospital, both Québec and Ontario were released and able to return home. Canada was quite relieved when his second born wakened up the following morning asking for pizza. It was a sign everything would go back to normal.

Following that week, Matthew and Gilbert took care of the charges placed against the drunk driver and with a little political and national help; everything was dealt with.

Vincent was bedridden for a while, but after three weeks, he was finally able to resume some normal activities. Of course, with a full cast on his leg, he couldn't do much, but it did the family wonders not to have to be at his beck and call all the time. There had been way too many "accidents" concerning Jean-Pierre "dropping" glasses of water on Vincent's bed.

The younger brother milked it for all its worth and more than once did Jean-Pierre find himself having to do things for him. He drew the line at the foot rub saying he too was injured, which he was.

It was a clear Saturday afternoon and Matthew put his boys to peeling potatoes and carrots outside, since Vincent couldn't do much of anything and Jean-Pierre was being his regular lazy self.

The two of them begrudgingly took the bag of potatoes and the sack of carrots and went outside to the patio table. Matthew was watching them from the kitchen window, when he felt two arms wrap around his midriff and a chin come to rest on his shoulder. He didn't even need to turn around to know it was Gilbert.

"What are you doing? You seem pensive." The Prussian told him. Canada turned his head to face his lover and smiled at him as he placed his hands on top of Prussia's.

"I'm just looking at them, seeing how they're doing, making sure they peel the potatoes and not use them as ammo to hit each other." Gilbert chuckled.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to leave them alone though? I mean, Jean-Pierre hasn't been in the greatest of moods and I just finished cleaning the yard yesterday; I'm not going to pick up potato and carrot peels in the pool; that would be un-awesome." This time, it was Matthew who laughed.

"Don't worry, if anything, they'll clean their own mess. But I don't think they'll fight. Jean wouldn't. Not now anyways, not when Vincent is like this. Watch." Prussia said nothing and observed the two younger men.

Jean-Pierre was peeling a potato as best he could, half listening to what Vincent was telling him. There were already small mountains of peels surrounding them and Ontario had his injured leg propped up on a chair.

"Come on, man, parle, t'es jamais aussi silencieux."/ "Come on, man, talk, you're never this quiet." The younger brother said as he chucked a peel at Québec, who didn't catch it and it landed square in his face.

"Quéssé tu veux j'te dise?"/ "What d'you want me to tell you?" Jean-Pierre replied as monotonously as he could.

"Well, jeez, someone's in a fine mood. Ça parrait que you haven't gotten laid in a long time. C'est quoi, Jocelyne te trouves pu à son goût ou c'tu le fais que tu peux pu utiliser ton bras et ta main pour te libérer de tes petits problèmes?"/ "It shows that… What is it, Jocelyne doesn't like you anymore or is it the fact you can't use your arm and hand to take care of your little problems?" Québec tried his best not to "accidentally" hit the chair his brother's foot was resting on.

"Au moins moi, si j'veux baiser, j'peux. Pas comme toi qui est pogné a'c un ostie d'fucking beau plâtre sur toute la jambe. Aye, un peu plus pis y'aurait fallu qui t'mette un plâtre sul bassin aussi. Tsé, j'ai entendu dire que pendant qu't'était inconscient, t'arrêtais pas d'bander. J'pense y ton fait de quoi là-bas."/ "At least if I wanna shag someone I can. Not like you who's stuck with a fuckin' beautiful cast on your whole leg. Hey, a bit more and they woulda had to put a cast on your pelvis as well. Y'know, I heard while you were unconscious, you wouldn't stop getting these hard-ons. I think they did something to you down there." Jean-Pierre smirked at his younger brother.

"Tu veux vérifier, voir, puisqu'il te reste encore une bonne main?"/ "You wanna check, see, since you still have one good hand left?" Vincent put the knife and the carrot down before bringing his hands to his belt buckle. He gave a devilish smirk to his brother, almost daring him to say something.

"Non, c'correct, j'vais m'en passer. Ch'pas fif ou fucké comme toi."/ "No, it's okay, I'll pass. I'm not gay or fucked up like you."

"Hmmm, tu sais, té toujours en train de te plaindre que t'as pas d'argent. J'pourrais te payer pour tes services."/ "Hmmm, you know, you're always complaining you don't have any money. I could pay you for your services."

"Yack, té dont ben dégueux. L'inceste ça ne m'a jamais intéressé, merci. Tu peux aller t'occuper de tes fétiches à quelque part d'autre. J'veux pas que t'infectes les patates pis les carottes."/ Ew, you're disgusting. Incest never interested me, thanks. You can go and take care of your fetishes somewhere else. I don't want you to infect the potatoes and the carrots." Québec brought the bags closer to him and scooted away from Ontario, who looked amused at the turn out.

"You're just afraid to admit you want to tap this. After all, I can't blame you. I wouldn't really want to admit the only thing that gets me going when I'm screwing my girlfriend is mental images of my extremely hot, younger brother tied up, bound and buck-naked draped in nothing but your stupid flag." Vincent wasn't being serious with what he was saying, but riling up his brother like this was simply hard to resist.

Jean-Pierre looked torn between wanting to puke his guts out and running away or stuffing a potato in Vincent's mouth in order to stop him from spewing even more nonsense. He was silent for a moment as he tried to figure out what exactly made Ontario tick and if he had been hit in the head too hard when the accident happened.

"T'as des fucking problèmes, toi. T'as sérieusement besoin d'aide, Dieu."/ "You have fucking problems. You seriously need help, God." Ontario smirked to himself and continued peeling the vegetables.

"Tu ne l'as pas dénié, donc, c'est vrai? Wow, c'est toi qui a des problèmes."/ "You didn't deny it, so, it's true? Wow, you're the one who has problems." Jean-Pierre heard enough and dropped his knife and the carrot.

"Crisse, c't'assez. Câlisse, j'vais m'en aller."/ "Christ, s'enough. God, I'm gonna leave." He quickly got up and headed back towards his father's house.

"Aw, come on, man, I was only pulling your leg. You're no fun, Jean." Vincent got up to follow his brother, but it was slightly more difficult with a cast. His crutches were too far for him to reach, so he tried to hobble on one foot in order to reach Québec, but after three jumps, he lost his balance and teetered precariously.

"Tabarnak, Vincent!"

"Holy shit, Matt, your kid's about to fall!" Gilbert shouted, about ready to run out the kitchen window and try to catch Vincent, before he could fall. Matthew put an arm across his chest and held him back.

"Don't. Look." Prussia did as he was told and watched as Québec ran back quickly to steady his brother, before he fell. He passed his good arm under the other's arms and stuck out his left leg so that the cast wouldn't hit the floor. Jean-Pierre manoeuvred them in order for Vincent to lean against him and they slowly made their way back to the table where the crutches were left. All the while, Jean reproached his brother for being so careless, but Gilbert could see the brotherly love and tenderness in his eyes and saw his movements were precise but gentle.

"He's really something else, your kid." Prussia said softly, humbled by what he had just seen.

"The same can be said about you." Canada told him giving his hand a squeeze. The older man seemed confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Appearances most certainly are deceiving." Gilbert wasn't really sure he understood and Matthew clarified for him.

"When people meet you, they think you're loud, brash and self-centered. However, what they don't know, or see, is you're also caring, loving and always willing to help those in need." Prussia's cheeks flushed and he looked away. The Canadian made him sound like some poorly crafted damsel in distress saver.

"Personally, I think it's "awesome", to use one of your own words." Gilbert perked up at the mention.

"The same could be said about Jean. Although he may seem like a delinquent, careless or downright infuriating, which he sometimes is, he cares for his family as well. He has his own special ways of showing it at times, but his priorities are set straight." Matthew said with a small smile.

"Comes from good parenting."

"Perhaps. I'm truly thankful for what you've done for the family, Gilbert, really, thank you." Canada hugged the older man close and Prussia returned the gesture.

"It was nothing, really. I would have done the same for any of your other kids, even if they hated my guts. Isn't that what families are all about? Annoying the shit out of you one moment and saving your ass the next?" Matthew could only smile as a response as he pecked him on the lips.

"You really are something else, Gilbert Beilschmidt." Gilbert said nothing and the two continued observing Vincent and Jean-Pierre, who returned to their previous task of peeling potatoes and carrots.

OWARI 14

TO BE CONTINUED

Vincent's and Jean's lines KILLED ME with laughter.

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Thanks to P., again.

Started writing: August 28th 2010, 2:25pm

Finished writing: August 28th 2010, 5:35pm

Started typing: August 28th 2010, 7:41pm

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