Vegas 21
Matthew let Nunavut and British Columbia in first before he followed, closing the door behind him. He crept through the living towards the dining room, carefully balancing the full cup holders in his hands as he stepped over Manitoba.
Nunavut, carrying her own drink and a little bag with her bagel in it, settled in a small empty space on the couch by Alberta's feet, turning the morning cartoons on. She had slept through the insanity of the night before, and was the one to wake up Matthew this morning.
Unlike Alaska and Hawaii, who were fond of jumping in between Alfred and Matthew to wake them, she had simply gone to his side of the bed, poking him until he woke up. It was so cute, and it gave him an opportunity to bring Alfred breakfast in bed.
British Columbia was already unloading the contents of the bags onto large plates to make it easier for everyone to grab one in the frenzy that was sure to ensue soon. Matthew couldn't think of a better way to finish off a good night of hockey, and, in his case, other things than breakfast from Tim Hortons.
The loud sounds of cartoon violence made their way in from the living room. The provinces that had crashed in there would wake up soon. He quickly threw together a plate for Alfred and him to share and got their coffee.
He left the room, balancing everything as he stepped over Manitoba again. Really, was it necessary to fall asleep in the middle of the floor where everybody was going to walk? He sighed to himself. He probably did it on purpose.
As he passed by what had become Alaska's room, he paused. The door was open enough to see that there were two figures on the way too small for them bed. Curiosity got the better of him, as it usually did, and he nudged the door open more with his foot. He smirked a bit before quickly heading to his room.
He walked in and set the plate and coffees down on the table, then sat on the side of the bed as he opened the drawer and began to dig through it. He pulled out his camera just as a pair of arms moved around him from behind. A nose buried in his ear and lips pressed against the top of his head tiredly.
"What're you doin' up s'early?" He smiled and glanced over at the barely awake nation that was hanging on him.
"I was getting breakfast." He picked up one of the coffees and held it up to him, then held up the camera after he took it. "And now, I'm getting blackmail pictures. The next time Ontario and Quebec want to fight with me over something, I'm going to have pictures of them all over each other on Alaska's bed."
He almost felt bad that he made Alfred choke on his coffee as he got up. Almost. But if he didn't go take that picture, he'd lose the opportunity.
He hurried back down the hall to the room and slipped in quietly, holding up the camera. Now that he was paying attention, he noted that more than sleeping had happened. In their haste to get dressed again, they had put on each others jerseys.
As he started snapping pictures, he idly wondered why everyone always assumed he was some kind of nice guy.