Chapter four. FINALLY. I starting writing this like five times, but erased each one because it sucked and didn't sound right. I don't have anyone that checks my writing so I will never know what's actually wrong. I usually just read through it and if it looks fine I'll upload it. Anyway, on with the chapter.
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After the brothers leave the hotel room, both with smiles on their faces, both nations drop their expressions of fake happiness. Neither of them really want to agree to this, but decide that it may keep them busy for the next couple of years. They look at each other, silently telling each other to start packing. The brothers, before they left, told them to meet up in a town near Sioux Falls, South Dakota, said that their uncle lives there. Matthew tells Gilbert to keep packing, while he goes to call his fathers and give them an explanation for his absence, just in case they decide to care. He might even call his brother and give him some warning so he doesn't break into his house.
He walks down the stairs of the building, ignoring all the moans coming from around him. The ground floor hits his feet and he jumps, not expecting to reach it so quickly. His hand touches the metal handle of the door, pulling it open with a bit more strength then needed. The cold air of the night bites at his skin, and puffs of hot breath form in front of him, dissolving just as quickly as they came. He stares at his breath as he walks forward. He reaches the lobby doors and opens them to see Katyusha at the front desk. He smiles at her as he walks to his office. The phone sits on his desk, far away from everything else since it's used often. He picks up the receiver and dials the number of his papa's home phone number.
"Bonjour?"
"Bonjour, papa, this is Matthew."
"Oh, Mon petite Mathieu! How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, papa, thank you for asking."
"That's good. Is there a reason you're calling so late at night?"
"Oui, I'm just calling to let you and Arthur know that I won't be attending meeting from this day forward for a few years."
"Years? But, Mathieu, you're participation is needed. You remember you just established a trade, oui?"
Matthew sighs. He forgot about how he just agreed to start a trade with some of the southern countries of Europe. "I know this, papa. Just, can you tell them I will be gone?"
After a moment of hesitation, a heavy sigh is heard on the other end of the line. Matthew knows this is a sign of his father giving in. "Okay fine, I will tell them at the next world meeting. You have to tell Romano yourself, though. He's still mad at me from the last time me and Toni went drinking."
Matthew chuckles at his father's sober regrets. "Thank you, papa. I have to leave now, tell Arthur I said 'hi'!"
"I will, au revoir!"
Matthew puts down the receiver, then waits a moment and picks it up again. He doesn't want to, but for the sake of his home, he must call his brother. He dials a number and holds the phone about an inch from his ear. He, unlike some others, likes the ability to hear.
"'Sup, this is Alfred F. Jones speaking. How may the hero that is me help you?" a loud voice comes through the speaker.
"Hi, Alfred. It's Matthew."
"Mattie, you never call me anymore! You know you can talk to me, little bro!"
"First of all, Alfred, I am older than you. Second, I only called to tell you I'll be leaving for something important and I don't want you in my house."
"Leaving? Where the hell are you goin-"
"You don't need to know. Do you understand me?" Matthew's voice takes on a sharp and deep tone. One that scares most of the people he knows.
"Yeah. Just... Be safe."
"I will. Bye, Alfred." Matthew hangs up the phone, not giving his brother any chance to ask more questions. Finally done with his calls he leaves the room, deciding that he will just call his best friend, instead of wasting time calling.
He takes his time walking back to the room where he and his boyfriend are temporarily staying. The air is even colder than before, making him cringe as the light wind blows freely. He knows that Gilbert is already done with the packing, since he probably went to bed because of the tiring activities that took place earlier. Matthew also knows that Gilbert is stressed, not knowing what is going to come when they leave to go help the Winchester brothers. Sighing at the thought, Matthew pulls a card from his back pocket, holding in his hand the master key card. He swipes it through the slider and pulls open the door quickly. It's quieter in the building now, most of the inhabitants of the rooms having fallen asleep. He climbs the stairs quickly, not having enough energy to be considerate to the people in the rooms below his feet. His floor comes into view quickly and he walks to his room. Using the same master key, he opens his room door and flicks on the light. A pile of luggage sits in the corner of the room, each stuffed full with Gilbert and Matthew's things.
"Turn off the fucking light." a groan comes from the large lump on the bed. Matthew rolls his eyes and turns off the light. He takes off most of his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers, and he crawls into bad. Cold, pale arms wrap around his waist and he relaxes. He grabs his cell phone off the side of the table and sends a quick text to his friend, Lovino Vargas. He plugs in his phone and turns around, snuggling further into the bare chest of his lover. He doesn't want tomorrow to come.
He likes his life as it is.
I have not been keeping track of how many days have passed since I uploaded the last chapter. I feel bad about it, but I got it up after like ten days. Reviews always welcome. Thanks for reading!