Hey!

Again, this was a prompt. The FACE family walking in on Norway and Canada having... The sexy time.

As such, this chapter is rated M, nothing too graphic but I don't sugarcoat it. Also France. France being one kinky motherfucker.

This chapter is dedicated to my friend Elka, who is a much better Norway than I will ever be. Also she is the Norway of NorCan in my mind, so... Yeah. I hope this feeds your imagination.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Everyone who reviews will get one of Japan's little pocket cameras.

Always For You: The Boyfriend In The Kitchen

"Alfred!"

Mattie crossed his arms as he glared at his twin, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the pancakey, syrupy mess spread over the countertop. "What is this?" he asked, eyes flashing.

Alfred gave his brother a slightly guilty smile, holding his arms up in surrender. "It was Kuma... Kuma... Kuma-whatever-his-name-is."

"Seriously?" Mattie rolled his violet eyes. "Blame my bear for everything, why don't you?"

"But that's what I'm doing," whined Alfred, who didn't understand the concept of rhetorical questions. "What's wrong with a bit of mess, anyway? The only person that comes over here apart from me is Prussia... And he seems like the kind of guy that makes mess himself. So why bother getting annoyed?"

The maple syrup dropped down the cupboard. Mattie watched it steadily progress to the floor, before he looked up at his brother again.

"Well," he began slowly. "I have another guest this evening. So you'd better get cleaning."

Mattie turned to leave, but his brother held him back. "My brother has company?" Alfred asked, with a mixture of amazement and excitement. "Ooh! Who is it? Is it this mystery boyfriend of yours?"

"It's none of your business," Mattie retorted, before he gave Alfred a glance, and passed him the mop.

There was a knock at the door, and Mattie looked up from his book. He smiled when he realised who it had to be, and placed his book to one side.

Thankfully he had gotten Alfred out of the way a few hours ago. He wasn't quite ready to expose his relationship to his brother quite yet - let alone England and France.

Lukas had actually shown quite an amazing amount of trust towards his fellow Nordic family, and Mattie didn't have a problem with that, but he wasn't quite ready to endure his family's teasing quite yet.

And having Lukas arrive a couple of days early for the next meeting, due to be held in Canada, was just an excuse for Mattie to see his boyfriend and show him the sights of his land.

"Hello Mattie," Lukas said, a small smile on his face as he took his coat off, hanging it up on one of the pegs by the door. "How are you?"

"Very well, thank you," Mattie smiled, taking the Norwegian's scarf from him, before pressing a light kiss to his forehead. "How was your flight?"

Lukas propped up his suitcase by the staircase and nodded, the smile still present on his face. "It was fine, but it is nicer to be here with you."

Mattie blushed a little, and busied himself in hanging Lukas's scarf up over his coat. "It's lovely to spend time with you as well," he said quietly."

As their respective nations were on opposite sides of the globe, they didn't see one another much, if at all, outside of World Meetings. And now Lukas was here, in the flesh, standing in Mattie's hall, slightly snowy and looking absolutely adorable...

"Do you want hot chocolate?" the Canadian burst out, face tinged a little red - he wasn't really used to have license to stare unashamedly, even after a good few months of dating (and a month or so of sex, but that was besides the point).

"You're allowed to look," Lukas said, with a small smirk, brushing the lingering snow off of his shoulders, never leaving Mattie's gaze for a single second.

Matthew swallowed, before turning and walking into the kitchen, pulling two mugs out of the cupboard and spooning the right amount of hot chocolate powder into each. Lukas leant against the doorframe of the Canadian's kitchen, watching his boyfriend move around, engrossed in his chocolate making.

Lukas had been in a few relationships before - mostly ones that turned out horribly. He had been hoping, ever since he took a chance on the younger nation in the middle of the conference room, that they as a couple wouldn't end horribly and messily.

And ever since they had taken the next step in their relationship, Lukas had never wanted them to end at all. The first time he'd woken up in Mattie's arms, his back hurting in a satisfyingly painful way, he had felt safe. Incredibly safe, in a way that was indescribable.

And when Mattie's eyes flickered open, warm violet and endlessly caring, Lukas had smiled in return, finally able to say that he'd made a good decision in his long life.

One of the mugs were placed on the worksurface to Lukas's left, and Mattie smiled, an embarrassed blush still risen in his cheeks.

"I put maple syrup in it," he explained. "I hope you like it."

Lukas almost said that he would take maple syrup anytime, anywhere, but especially off Mattie's own body, but he just nodded and picked the mug up, taking a long deep sip, eyes glued to Mattie's mouth.

It had been a long journey from the airport in Quebec, and the taxi driver had been a real arsehole, complaining about how out-of-the-way Mattie's house was.

Lukas had been ready to collapse, face forward into a nice warm comfortable bed, but his mind had been changed rather quickly.

And now... Well, to put it bluntly, he wanted to be fucked into a mattress, with the Canadian national anthem blaring in the background.

Lukas put the mug to one side, striding forwards and stretching up to pull the Canadian's mouth down onto his. He barely ever took the lead now that Mattie had asserted his dominance (a dominance that turned the older nation on to no end), but at times like this, he had to.

Mattie flailed a little, obviously not expecting the sudden kiss, but relaxed quickly, arms fastening themselves around the Norwegian's waist and tongue sliding between Lukas's lips.

The Canadian pulled away for a second, a smirk glimmering on his oh-so-innocent face. "I missed you," he murmured, hand sliding up the back of Norway's shirt. "Bedroom?"

Lukas smirked a little himself, before his hand went up to tug sharply at Mattie's curl. "I'm quite fine here, thank you," he whispered into the Canadian's ear, twirling the strand of flyaway hair around one finger.

Mattie raised an eyebrow, swallowing audibly and trapping the older nation against the working surface. "You'll regret saying that later," he murmured, pressing a ring of kisses to Lukas's neck.

"I can't believe it!" Alfred exclaimed, throwing up his arms as he leant against the bookcase, looking across at the two other nations in the hotel room.

Arthur took a sip of his tea. "The thing is about adulthood," the Brit began. "Is that one tends to get friends that the other siblings aren't familiar with."

"Does that mean you have friends, Angleterre?" Francis chuckled into his wine.

The English nation flushed a dark red colour. "I'll have you know that I have many friends, thank you!" he retorted hotly. "Such as... Ah, well..."

Francis raised an elegant eyebrow but said no more, mainly as Alfred was still ranting.

"...he made me clean up! After maple syrup! Do you know how fiddly that crap is to clean? Yeah, sure, I spilt it, but Mattie can still clean it... Or maybe his frickin' boyfriend can, I don't know!"

"Huh?" Arthur sat up a little straighter. "What's this about Matthew having a boyfriend?"

Francis let out a gasp and clapped his hands together. "So that's why mon petit Mathieu asked me about sex toys!"

"Mattie has a boyfriend?" Alfred's eyes widened. "No? He doesn't, I just said that because it sounded good in that sentence."

"It certainly sounds like Matthew has a boyfriend," Arthur glared at Francis, crossing his arms. "Why didn't you tell me, frog? I have just as much right to know about Matthew's... Escapades as anyone!"

"The correct term is sexcapades, my dear ros bif," Francis chuckled into his wine glass. "Mon petit lapin does sound rather... Infatuated with this new catch of his, in any case."

"EW!" Alfred burst out, jumping three feet into the air, shuddering at the mental images that had come into fruition. "Mattie... Mattie's fucking someone?"

"That's what you said, you bloody American!" Arthur spluttered, setting his teacup down as he began to lose his temper. "We're going over to Matthew's house right this minute!"

Francis didn't protest, quietly transferring a small tape recorder from his bag to his pocket, knowing that the opportunity to record his little Mathieu's French side was more than worth the trip with the angry Brit and the repulsed American.

"Yes!" Alfred yelled suddenly, punching his fist in the air. "I need to beat the living shit out of whoever's using Mattie as a fuck toy!"

Francis chuckled again and shook his head. "Mathieu will be the one... Ah, how do you ghastly Americans say it? 'Topping'..." the Frenchman shuddered. "Such disgusting words, Amerique... You should speak the language of love, like moi..."

"'Nuff of that!" Alfred protested, tugging Francis out of the door by the arm, Arthur following closely behind. "Come on! We have a asshole to deal with!"

The only thing that the Frenchman was truly occupied with were his thoughts, and how much he hoped that they would arrive at Mattie's house quickly, so that he would be able to see the best of the action.

The only car parked in Mattie's driveway was the Canadian's own, and Alfred glared at it suspiciously, kicking up snow as he tried to warm his hands up.

"Get the fucking door open!" he hissed to Arthur, who was fiddling around with two bobby pins in an attempt to pick the lock open.

"I'm going as fast as I bloody can!" Arthur scowled back, yanking at the door handle, to no avail. "Gah! Francis, get your arse out of the car and help me!"

"Of course, Angleterre!" Francis smiled

innocently, clipping the little recording device onto his breast pocket, ready to press 'play'. He really had to give it to the Japanese, they had excellent little cameras.

Alfred huffed, walking up behind Arthur and budging the door with his shoulder.

The door drifted open. Arthur stood up hurriedly, a pink tinge on his cheeks that wasn't completely to do with the freezing temperatures. "Ah," he said, slipping the hairpins back into his pocket.

"Well, come on then!" Alfred said, suspiciously peering into the house. There was a blue suitcase, patterned with fish, resting against the stairs.

There was a puddle of melted snow in the middle of the hall, and the three nations trailed in, taking great care not to stand in it.

Kuma... Kuma-whatever-it's-name-was plodded down the stairs, giving the three newcomers a curious look and a 'Who?', before padding through to the living room.

They all wisely ignored the little polar bear, looking around at the walls for any indication of who Mattie's lover was.

But then there was a loud cry from the kitchen. Alfred shuddered as he realised exactly what his brother was doing in there, and Francis subtly pressed 'record' on his pocket recorder.

"Oh god," Arthur's eyes widened. "Does he know how unhygienic it is to have sex in the kitchen?"

"Doesn't stop us," Alfred muttered, but for the most point he was too preoccupied with his twin. "On the count of three... One... Two... Three..."

The American pushed the door open, Francis making sure to jump in front of him so he got a clear picture.

However... Francis had not accounted for this at all.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL-?" Arthur yelled, looking throughly disgusted and awkwardly fascinated. How could Norway bend like that...

"Uhm, Mattie, min eskal?" a very naked Nordic said, his normally stony face bright red. "It's... Ah..."

"Papa!" Mattie yelped, scrabbling around on the floor for his clothes and glasses. "Uh... It's not what it looks like!"

Francis tried to staunch his nosebleed in the sleeve of his shirt, and waved his hand, quickly moving a little closer. Hungary would love this footage.

"It's what it looks like," Norway said from his perch on the working surface, seeming to have already recovered from his embarrassment.

"Lukas!" Mattie hissed, tugging his jeans back on. "It's not funny!"

"He's really old Mattie!" Alfred protested, looking more than a little disgusted. "You're fucking an old guy! He could be your grandad!"

"Well at least I'm a hot grandad," Norway said evenly, making no gesture to cover himself up.