What a quick update! Oh my I am getting better ;)
Okay, so a quick note: thank you so much for all the lovely reviews! Even the two shitty ones, because honestly it just makes my story look more popular (always look on the bright side, huh?). I took this from a prompt, from a Guest reviewer whose name I can't recall (I'm so sorry). But anyway!
Next chapter... Angsty one sided DenNor which which kill me to write.
Always For You: Going Ballistic
There were many strong points to having a twin. There was always someone there, always someone to talk to on the end of the phone, and Matthew knew that Alfred stood up for him when he was ignored. However, he and America were identical twins. From their noses to their hands, they were almost perfect clones of one another. The small differences were only visible to people that knew them well - even England got them mixed up on occasion.
But considering that America wasn't well liked by many nations, and got into physical fights every single meeting, Matthew was always in the firing line. For a country that was always forgotten, invisible to most, he was insanely visible as soon as anyone decided to find Alfred and beat him up. It was almost as if his twin wanted to put Canada in the firing line, Mattie mused, walking along the corridor, checking his watch again. He didn't really want to be late to this meeting, especially since it would be the first time he'd seen Norway for a while. The distance between their nations made it a little difficult to organise regular dinner dates every other weekend. Skype was truly a blessing.
"AMERICA!" someone yelled, and Canada jumped, looking around for his brother in order to push him out of harms way. Just a habit left over from the Cold War, when Russia was after America's blood, and vice versa. But America was nowhere to be seen. Mattie blinked, making to push open the door to one of the rooms (you never knew where Alfred could be hiding. For a self-proclaimed 'Hero' he had an amazing fear of confrontation). He checked behind himself, wincing when he saw Cuba running towards him at a furious pace.
Canada found himself being shoved against the wall, Cuba's furious eyes wide and a fist raised in front of Mattie's face. He realised what was happening, with a inward sigh of resignation and a mental reminder to find a first aid kit.
Not again.
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Norway was getting jumpy. The meeting was getting closer and closer to starting, and yet Mattie's usual seat was remaining unoccupied. No one - apart from Lukas himself - seemed bothered in the slightest about the Canadian's absence. And now Denmark was poking him in the cheek again.
"Nor. Nor! Norrrrrr..."
Lukas snapped, reaching up to grab Mathias's arm and hold it still, firmly away from his face. "What is it?" he asked blankly, raising a single, uninterested eyebrow. He really couldn't be dealing with the Dane's idiocies again. Not now, when he was getting worried about someone that actually meant a lot to him, despite Sweden's ongoing bet that Norway as actually incapable of feeling any kind of positive emotion.
"I'm booooorrrrrrreeeeddddd..." Denmark whined, looking at his best friend with wide puppy dog eyes.
"And what do you want me to do about that?" Norway rolled his eyes. "I couldn't care less, Den. Leave me alone. Entertain yourself."
Denmark whined again, but Norway ignored him, going back to staring at the empty chair. He checked his watch for a fraction of a second, before looking back at the chair again. Where was Mattie? He normally arrived with America, who had been on time for once.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Lukas perked up, watching the Canadian with wide, horrified eyes as he took in the dried blood on his shirt and face. What had his boyfriend been doing, wrestling a moose? Although he couldn't deny that was an attractive image, Mattie didn't look like he was having a good time of it. Lukas narrowed his eyes and watched Mattie intently for any sign that he was hurt in a way that didn't show itself to the naked eye.
Matthew looked up, meeting Lukas's eyes almost sheepishly. Norway crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow again, although in a more questioning than harsh way, and got only a small shake of the head and a little shrug. Lukas bit his lip and glanced at the clock. Two hours. Two hours before he would find whoever had hurt his Mattie and set his troll on them to beat them to a bloody pulp.
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In the end, the search for the bully really didn't take all that long of a time. Cuba had been boasting about how he beat up America the second that the meeting went on break, Norway putting two and two together and making six. Although the Cuban could be seen as intimidating too many Lukas wasn't frightened in the slightest. An attack against Mattie was an attack against him too. And he wasn't going to stand for it.
They adjourned the meeting a little late, by which time Norway's knee was jumping up and down. He hung back, however, continuing to ignore Denmark. He disregarded Matthew's confused look, giving him what he considered a warm smile, before following the Cuban nation into the corridor. The North American walked along the hall, Lukas following closely behind, eyes narrowed. As soon as they were far enough for everyone as to not get interrupted, Norway sprang.
Using his very much there but seldom seen strength, Norway shoved the North American nation into a broom closet, before pushing him over. "What did you think you were doing?" Lukas spat in the nation's face. "That wasn't America, you idiot!"
"What do you mean?" Cuba asked, eyes wide in confusion. "It was America, I know it-"
Norway punched him, hard on the arm. "It was Canada, you bastard!"
"But it-" Cuba was cut off by a punch to his jaw. He let out a howl of pain. "Okay! I'm sorry! I'll make sure to check that it's America next time!"
Norway smirked menacingly, pressing the toe of his shoe to Cuba's stomach. "But that wasn't the first time, was it?" he growled, kicking Cuba in the gut.
"I always apologised though! Mattie doesn't-"
Lukas looked down at Cuba, reminded of the blood on his boyfriend's face, and the long-resigned look in his violet eyes. "He does mind, and you fucking know it!" he hissed. "He's just too nice to make a fuss!"
"What do you know about Mattie?" Cuba glared up, retching as Lukas shoved a foot into his stomach again. "Oh-okay, I'll... I won't do it again, just stop it!!"
"If you ever do it again, I will kill you, you understand?" Norway snarled, as he begrudgingly stepped away.
Cuba finally stopped protesting, limply lying there on the floor, staring up at Norway in complete terror. "I promise I'll never mistake him for America again, just don't kill me!"
"What an idiot," Lukas muttered to himself, walking away from the nation on the floor. "A pathetic excuse for a nation."
He didn't pause with the idiot any longer, preferring to move onto more pressing matters. Like the way that Matthew was openly staring at him, looking like he was caught between hero worship and stepping in to break the fight up. Norway smiled, glancing back at Cuba (who was struggling to his feet) before quickly kissing his boyfriend on the lips. "Come on," he murmured, grabbing Mattie by the hand. "Lets go get lunch."
