Hey everyone! So this drabble was a request from AphHetaliaLover. I hope you enjoy it, sweetie, as well as the rest of you guys! Alright, I'm gonna stop rambling on and on and just let you get to reading the story. Enjoy! ~Cheylock

Welcome to the FACE Family: a Denmark x Canada drabble

How did I get myself into this situation? Matthias thought bitterly to himself as he glanced around at the three pairs of eyes locked on him from around the dinner table.

Of course, he knew exactly how. He had decided to spend the night with Matthew once, and that had been all it took to realize he had feelings for the small Canadian and, by some miracle, Matthew actually felt the same about him, but then…the phone had gone off, and of course Matthew had to pick it up. And now, a four hour long car ride later, he was sitting around the dinner table with Matthew, Alfred, Arthur, and Francis in dead silence. No one knew how to start the conversation: Matthias because he was petrified of what the others would think, Matthew in very much the same boat as his lover, and the others because they had absolutely no idea what the hell was actually going on. Well, that wasn't 100% true. Francis knew, but that was only because he was the country of love and he could sniff out romance and sex a mile away. He remained silent, however, as he didn't want to be the one to break the awkward silence that had enveloped everyone at the table.

"ACHOO!"

Matthias' head whipped around to try and find the source of the sneeze, only to realize that it was Kumajiro in the corner of the dining room, wiping at his little black nose with his fluffy white paws. He internally groaned. The silence was broken now, so it was only a matter of time until-

"So, Matthias. Tell us, what exactly are your intentions towards Matthew?" Arthur asked, folding his hands on top of the table and raising an eyebrow at him before taking a sip of his tea.

Oh shit… he thought to himself. Think, Matthias, think! "Um…well…" he stammered, not quite sure what to say to him. He knew Francis would approve because he was all for love of all kinds, as well as Alfred because he was one of his best bros, but Arthur? Arthur was always the harsh one, and clearly the more powerful father figure in this family dynamic, so he was desperate for his approval. He sent Matthew a pleading glance.

"Um…Arthur…Matthias and I are dating…" Matthew said quietly, looking down at his lap. "Since last night."

Arthur spluttered and coughed on the liquid he had in his mouth as Alfred's jaw practically hit the floor.

"Honhonhon, I knew it! Matthew has a glow I have never seen before, and Matthias' hair is ruffled like they just got finished-" Francis began to chuckle, only to get smacked on the arm by Alfred.

"Dude, so not the time," he said, warning clear in his voice as he watched Arthur simmering from across the table. Oh, this was gonna be ugly, he could tell…

Once Arthur composed himself, he wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I'm sorry…would you repeat that?" he asked slowly.

Matthias cleared his throat. "He…said that he and I are dating," he said sheepishly, thoug his voice was at a slightly louder volume than Matthew's had been. "Since last night."

"Right…" the Brit said, standing up and making his way over to the Dane. "Matthias, may I speak to you in private please?"

Matthias felt like his heart had leapt up into his ears now, and even though he hadn't eaten anything, his stomach was turning. He nodded weakly and stood up before following him out of the dining room and into the living room.

As soon as they got to the living room, Arthur whirled on him. "What do you think you're playing at, Matthias?" he asked, annoyance clear in his tone, as if he was a pest that needed eradication.

"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely confused. He'd been straightforward with him, after all. Wasn't Arthur the type of guy to appreciate honesty like that?

"You're not dating him, you slept with him. Those are two very different things. Though, I guess with your track record you wouldn't know the difference, would you?" he said, crossing his arms.

"Excuse me?" he huffed. "Listen, Arthur. That wasn't just some fling to me. I know you know me as Alfred's friend who is an even bigger idiot than he is and twice the risk taker, but I wouldn't take advantage of him like that."

"Really? Because I have heard from Miss Hungary a very different tune," he hummed, obviously not believing the other for a second.

"Okay, first of all, she came onto me, Arthur. Elizabeta has been my friend for years, and she brought up the idea of the whole 'friends with benefits' thing to me. I thought it sounded fun, so we spent the night together-"

"I don't need to hear about your sexual escapades, Matthias," Arthur interrupted, only to have Matthias cut him off again. Unknown to either of them, Matthew had slipped out of the dining room and was listening at the doorway of the living room as the two of them talked.

"No, I think you really do so you can figure out what kind of guy I actually am instead of judging me right away. We had that one night together, and decided that it wasn't for us, so we stopped it. You must have misunderstood when she told you about it," he explained gently. "I would never hurt the man I love…"

Arthur was going to say something, but he halted his speech when he heard the end of his sentence. "Who you what?" he asked in shock.

Matthew slipped into the living room then, as he couldn't restrain himself when he heard that. "Yeah, the man you what?" he breathed.

Matthias whirled when he heard that soft voice coming from behind him. He flushed darkly. Crap. He'd been caught. He had never said that to Matthew, but he knew it to be true as he looked at the Canadian. "The…the man I love," he said softly, looking into his eyes and moving close to him before taking his hands in his own.

"I love you too…" Matthew whispered before wrapping his arms around the Dane's neck in a tight hug.

Matthias laughed, a little out of relief but mostly out of sheer, unadulterated happiness. He wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly in return, burying his face in Matthew's hair and whispering out "I'm never letting you go…"

Arthur's face softened as he looked at the scene before him. They really did love each other… He moved to Matthias and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Matthias looked up at him for a moment to see Arthur smile gently at him and nod almost imperceptibly before slipping back into the kitchen to give the privacy that they so obviously deserved for this display of affection. They could come back in when they were finished.