Chapter 6, William plays match maker

Adrian, no. Forest, ugh, no William, was extremely tired of a certain albino's bullshit. He wasn't getting the vibe, the "I am really loving your brother" vibe. I mean, he only felt the "I like your brother like my own brother" type of vibe. It was actually kind of comforting to have one guy off your back, but it didn't bash away the "something feels really wrong" vibe.

So as he continued to watch Gilbert, Gilbert stared back. As currently, they were actually barricaded in Arthur's private office as he explained the situation to the others. Gilbert was surprisingly the quickest to think of hiding in Arthur's private office, so it was too late as William had found him sitting on a chair as he had finished blocking the door off with a spare desk.

"So," said Gilbert, not liking the silence, "your Arthur's actual real brother. A twin brother. And you guys not telling us what was up, not awesome man".

"Tell that to your secret hungarian crush," said William suddenly. At this Gilbert choked in surprise, not expecting that. At all.

"Eh?! No! That bastard is not awesome enough for the awesome me!"

"I never said it was the brother," said William smirking, "you just confirmed it".

"Damn it, I liked it when you weren't evil," grumbled Gilbert. William just laughed at slung his arm around Gilbert,

"I feel like a new guy. But, I never said I wasn't evil Gilbert love".

"How'd you know I wasn't lying?"

"You would have laughed it off if you were serious about not liking him," pointed out William. Who was laughing at the frustrated noise Gilbert made. Though, that was instantly quieted when a distinctive knock vibrated through the door. In which William calmly got the desk out of the way, and opened the door.

On the other side, Allistor was there, and William acted immediately.

He punched Allistor square in the jaw.

Give or take, he was still a bit tired from the whole reveal thing a few minutes (or was it hours?) ago; doesn't mean he wasn't pissed.

"Second time ye punched me lad," Allistor grumbled, rubbing his jaw at the red spot. William just rolled his eyes and dropped his ass on a chair, glaring at him from his view. It was actually pretty hard to do, considering he was sitting down and Allistor was standing. William managed to look at the very least, slightly intimidating. But it was about as intimidating as a child glaring at their father.

"Arse," William said, grumbling as Allistor chuckled lightly. William just sighed after Gilbert decided that the two Brits needed to have some brotherly bonding time and took his leave. Though William swore that he was very happy to leave the office. One day, he was going to shove that egotistical prussian smack dab into said hungarian. For payback and the yaoi club at school. (Whose president was ironically the hungarian's sister) Either way, I was wondering why Allistor he punched him in the jaw in the first place. Oh, right. Being an arse.

"So," said the Scotsman, rubbing his neck as Arthur got to work on his desk. Meanwhile William was glaring up at him, lounging on the chair.

"Aye," said William, unconsciously switching to a Scottish accent (which was slightly adjusted to mimic Allistor for the switch in accents that Allistor had, because he did have the scottish accent, but it wasn't that strong anymore) to unnerve Allistor, which was working. Not like he wasn't trying to be scary, but if you found out that your related to the person who is bulling another person whom you care about and are related to, you'd be pissed too. Ergo, it entitles you to be scary because you can't exactly murder them without looking fucked up.

William was not one to let things go so easily either. Oh, no. He was patient, and he held long grudges. Which was why it wasn't wise to piss him off. It's like pissing off a sociopath, (which William is) you need to watch your back after that, cause he'll patiently wait for the most opportune moment.

"Not like I asked anything did I?" He said with a raised eyebrow, still in the Scottish accent. Allistor started sweating at the cold nonchalant tone, one you would know it was being aimed at you because you knew you were the cause of it.

"Oi! Quit scaring the poor sod," said Arthur, from his computer, "not like he had a fairly good reason for his attitude-"

Allistor visibly flinched at that, he knew that Arthur forgiving him-them was not going to happen too soon.

"-but still. You don't have to scare the living shite out of him".

"Oh trust me," said William leaning forward and sending a silent mute stare at Allistor, "It was either this, or I murder them; and you would help me hide the bodies".

Arthur smiled, yes it was hard. But he was able to sense the joke in the serious tone William was stating. Not like he didn't wan't Allistor to squirm either.

"Though," he stated in a Scottish accent, and quite good at it courtesy of said sibling, "I can say that I wouldn't deny in helping to murder them too".

Allistor groaned, "Not fair you two. That's two against one".

"That's your bloody problem," they both chimed in a sing song voice. Laughing at the annoyed sound Allistor made. The tension was broken though, and Allistor's shoulders started to relax; opening his mouth-

"I didn't mean to say that you should relax brother dear~".

Allistor choked.

Damn it William.

Arthur mutely shut of his computer. Then he began guffawing until he slid off the leather chair and onto the floor.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," he breathed and sharply sucked in a breath, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha".

He finally calmed down as he reached up to grab a hold on his desk and lifted himself up, desperately trying to control his laugh as he managed to get himself back on his feet. Much to amusement of both Allistor and William. Though, William was lounging on his chair like a cat. A cat that you really couldn't predict what it was thinking.

Little did he know that he had accidentally hit the microphone button that speaks to the meeting room.

And the board members were there. Along with Lovino, Feliciano, and Gilbert. If you don't remember, don't worry, the board members are Francis, Alfred, Antonio, Ludwig, Yao, Matthew and Vash.

In the Meeting Room:

All of a sudden as they were talking about the vandalism, a crackle of the announcement interrupted their talk.

Which ended up being the chime of Arthur's laugh.

Alfred and Arthur gazed in wonder at the speaker, they hadn't heard Arthur like that in a very, very long time.

"Brother," William's voiced cracked over the speaker, "it appears that your gut is split".

More laughing.

"Oi! Laddie, stop! Yer gonna kill 'im".

"I do what I want bitch!"

There was a sound of a crash and the laughing increased.

"Ey! Stop touching my ass!".

"I ain't touching your ass!"

"Well someone sure as hell is-" there was a sound of a sneeze, "da fuck? What the shit was that?"

"How should I know?!"

"Because your the older brother asshole!"

"Hey, you punched me in the face and kicked me in the groin ye brat!"

"Be a man! I kicked you in the dick you idiotic git!- Hey that rhymes!"

"Guys, guys! Stop, you going to smash the extra desk!" protested Arthur's voice, but it still sounded like he was still laughing.

"Why the bloody 'ell are your arms up?"

"I throw my hands up in the air some times! Sayin hheeeyyy ohh, goottaa let go!"

"Your bloody insane!"

"Crazy people don't know they're crazy stupid head!"

"Get back here!"

"Nevvaaaa!"

There was a shuffle and a burst of a door, to which Arthur yelled, "When did he get a hold of caffeine?!"

"Like I know Artie! Question is, when did the git drink the caffeine?"

There was a pound and the sound of a door bursting open. At this point, everyone in the room ran out the door in time to hear Allistor yell,

"Grab him!"

The notion was instant as everyone ran to grab the running black haired Kirkland, which dodged and slid around them with ease.

When Ludwig made a motion to grab him quickly as he was running from Alfred, the motion did not go unseen by William. To which he responded by dropping to his jean covered legs and slid, rocker style, under Ludwig's grabbing arms.

Francis made an attempt, but William just responded by sending a lama power kick to his, well. Honestly, where else would he kick him?

"Fuck you frog!" He said laughing. Insanely.

Vash made a motion to grab him too, but William ran and used the wall to hop over the poor guy.

Lovino and Feliciano tried, but failed. William didn't them feel bad though, as he patted their head individually while he was running.

Gilbert also tried, but failed due to the fact that William had turned left right before he hit the wall, which caused Gilbert to smash into said wall. Nose first.

Yao made a grunt as he chased after the fast paced William, but Antonio was going after William from the front, which also made William turn at the last minute, causing the two to smash into each other.

Alfred was still hot on his heels, but William quickly lost him by using a stray chair and jumping over olympic style and caused Alfred to trip over the chair.

Seeing most of the people taken care off, with Arthur and Allistor still a bit behind him as he had lost them by running through the long halls, he took a breath and smiled.

Now, see, I said most people.

Matthew took that same opportunity to grab William in a bear hug. To which, William squirmed upset as he was kept tightly in said hug. This was Matthew after all, the guy who can match Alfred, so William rationalized that he really couldn't get out of here without hurting Matthew, and that really sucked.

William had no choice but to stay put, his knee bouncing, as Arthur and Allistor finally caught up.

"Bugger, you run fast ye bloody git," Arthur said, pausing as William pouted. Seated on the extra chair, while William was shrugged up and pouting like a kid. A kid who was just told that he couldn't play torture your friends anymore. Seriously, he's pouting.

Though, the instant he looked around at the defeated faces and chuckled a bit, "What did you do?"

William smirked, "They chased. I ran".

"Aye, clearly," said Allistor, he nodded at Matthew, "congrats Matthew, ye just caught an insane person who can't stay sane with caffeine".

William smiled as he added, "That's why I order chocolate, Francis gave me coffee earlier".

Allistor and Arthur grew a tick mark as they looked at the dazed Francis.

William laughed insanely as Allistor went after Francis, yelling about being punched in the gut twice.

In the Office, previously:

"Why the bloody 'ell are your hands up?"

William smiled as he raised his arms over his head, "I throw my hands up in the air some times! Sayin hheeeyyy ohh, goottaa let go!"

"Your bloody insane!" Yelled Allistor as William brought his arms down and started running around.

"Crazy people don't know they're crazy stupid head!" He yelled back, as Allistor grabbed him; William automatically kicked his shin again.

"Get back here!" Yelled Allistor, after getting over his initial pain as he was on the floor. Covering his crotch, to which Arthur was alarmed as William smiled.

"Nevvaaaa!" He yelled, jumping over the chair and slammed into the door, immediately twisting the nob and running outside.

Did he know that the speaker was on? Of course.

Was this all planned out so that he could watch Allistor chase Francis around? Definitely.

Was this really the result of coffee, pft, you actually believed that?

Was he really happy with the results?

"Fuck yes," he muttered under his breath as Francis locked himself in a room.

Once he couldn't hold it in and cackled, they stopped. Realizing that William just wanted to kick everyone's ass as payback, namely for Arthur.

Which was why they were all mad when they realized that the only people who were not harmed was Arthur and Matthew, fact being that they didn't do anything.

Clever bastard.

William simply smiled as Arthur pieced together what William had done, and had explained to them what he planned.

Ergo why they were pissed, but guilty at the same time.

Arthur just shook his head, it was a brilliant plan, and William had been released. With a spark of mischief in his eyes, Arthur just smiled. Honestly, that ridiculous sparkle was endearing. So as he pulled down Allistor to explain that the arse was planning something again, Allistor nodded.

"Aye, I see that gleam. Not at us I suspect," he said amusingly, he turned to Arthur, "well, never to ye I would think".

Arthur shrugged, he would just enjoy the show as William pranced away, stating something about checking on the Sans Rival.

"Hey, where's my phone?" Said Alfred, checking his pockets.

"Oui, I cannot find mine either," said Francis.

"Si, me too!"

The three looked at each other in realization.

The overhead announcer crackled to life as William turned it on, sining into the speaker, "Trololololololololololololololol".

"WILLIAM KIRKLAND".

Arthur and Allistor laughed as they ran to the direction where William went.

"How did the git get into the announcer?" Wondered Arthur.

Ludwig checked his pocket, "Scheiße".

Everyone turned to the german, "He stole my keys".

And everyone groaned as they jogged after the three, on a quest to catch William, again.

3 hours later:

William laughed as they searched everywhere for him, like seriously, legitimately searched for him.

Oh, guess what? He was on the roof. After freaking Alfred out by jumping from behind, grumbling "I'm batman" and disappearing again. Thank goodness it was a weekend. He wove through the halls faster. He wondered if-

He sneezed.

"THAT BASTARD IS SERIOUSLY A FUCKIN NINJA!" Yelled Allistor. William responded by wiping his nose as he laughed. Not like anyone was going to hear him, but the sudden clang of a metal clinging on the cement floor caught his attention.

He walked toward the edge of the roof, peeking over the edge. Only to see a man in a black hooded sweater running after climbing over the high fences on the private school.

"Huh, I guess my fun has ended," he muttered to himself. Going to the ladder to get himself back down on grand level and approaching the painted message the hooded guy left.

We are your family, how can you forget us so easily?

"I never forgot," he muttered to himself, "only denied".

He blinked and shook his head as the headache arose to become a nuisance. Ever since he remembered his name-

His name.

William Kirkland.

William Kirkland. Forest. Adrian.

He stumbled into a nearby wall as the headache increased, leaving him to clutch his head, the noise was filled with muffled grunts and whimpers.

"William!"

"Forest!"

A far younger William turned and smiled at his friend, they had been working for this german guy since forever. He didn't complain though, the guy was a lazy arse and hardly did anything to them other than tell them which people to watch and tail.

"Hi Ollie," he said waving at the slightly bleach blond blue eyed englishman.

"Want a cupcake Forest?"

"Sure!"

Forward to the shooting incident:

"Forest!" Yelled Oliver, getting to his knees and dragging him upwards. Allowing him to stand, a bit his legs were hanging.

"Your not looking to good," muttered Matt. His darkish blond hair and that curl making an appearance as he reached forward and took the other arm. Usually the calmest of his friends, and the one to reign in his half brother and Francois the fucking pervert.

"We got this Oliver," said Al. Allen? He was too tired to see who it was, too tired. His eyes began to close as he heard everyone get him to what sounded like the beat of a helicopter. He vaguely heard Yang and Ion in the background.

These weren't their real names, this group was a bunch of orphans. Somehow it became a sort of family. When he woke up again, he knew something was wrong.

They seem more irritable, like a dark aura that had somehow surrounded them when he got shot. Just what the hell happened? With the tone Oliver gave when giving his cupcakes, he didn't trust it anymore. Francois became far more...insistent than usual. Ion...became sadder in a way. Allen became more violent, temper mental even. Yang was definitely not like before, and Matt just stayed silent and brooding than usual, something was seriously wrong.

When he confronted the one who was letting them stay in this building, the bastard laughed at him. Mocking him, stating that, 'They're not the weaklings you thought. Soon enough, we'll break you too!".

It was Allen and Matt who dragged him out, and while Allen chewed him up, what got him when he actually threaten him. Threaten him. This was not the family he knew, at all. Matt smacked Allen in the head when he saw William's eyes turn a slight red and edging to yellow. At least Matt still retained most of what he was, consoling Allen's temper. All the same, he endured the forced training, and he took it with ease. Slowly letting them believe that he changed the same as him.

But when the boss threatened to kill them and dump them in a river, he did what was expected of him. He snapped and nearly dragged the assholes face across the walls.

"One more job," he growled as Matt, Ion, and Allen tried to peel him off. When he finally decided to let go, he hit the bastard against the wall before walking away. Yellow eyes flashing as blond and white hair bounced with his stride.

There was 20 broken punching bags in the gym that night.

He returned to their room without a word, barricading himself in his own bed, ignoring everyone. This wasn't them. Perhaps it was never them. Rising up he broke into the bastard's office in the middle of the night, only to find something he didn't really mean to find.

Mission Report: Project 2 Person

We have successfully regained the test subjects after the unlikely betrayal of Dr. Adrian, after the Doctor's sabotage and break out of the test subjects, we have regained them. As they are modified clones of the original subjects Alfred Jones, Matthew Williams, Francis Bonnefoy, Ivan Braginsky, Yao Wang, and Arthur Kirkland. Their bargain with joining us was to recover one of their own, Forest was the name. We retrained them and broke them back down before getting this "Forest" he was an odd one with a fairly odd albino condition. Extremely odd. Never the less, we will attempt to make him undergo the same training the others have, he shows great promise. As well as a very good talent of lying and telling lies, more than once has he called out some of the clones in their lying, and more than once has he lied to them about the nature of his gun shot.

With shocked eyes he returned everything and returned to his bed, never mentioning what he learned.

Then it happened.

The shooting went by so fast, oh so fast. The cars were set ablaze and his friends were bleeding on the floor. It wasn't a hand out, it wasn't a hit mission like they were often told to do. It was a blood bath, plain and simple. With a purpose, the men killed them off one by one until he was the only one left, the only one who disobeyed orders and got down the instant he hear the click of a silencer going onto a gun.

He saw them go down, and he brought out his custom built knife with a growl. Swiftly rolling out from under and slitting their throats. One by one. Using the knife to either deflect of cut the bullets, quickly and efficiently. The way he was repeatedly told to do during training. And right now it was backfiring at him. Until a agent, trembling whimpering over and over,

"PLEASE IT WAS JUST A JOB".

Just. A. Job?

He froze, just a job. Just a job. Judging from the dog tags he was from the same building they were in. He knew now, this wasn't a regular mission at all. This was a set up. A trap. To get rid of them, all of them. He growled and shot him in the head, quick and painless. The bastard.

Not bothering to even look directly at the bodies, he took their dog tags and left. Heading toward the one building he never thought he would have to go back to. With a lot of handy work, breaking into the building, breaking into the armory and the archives, and finally flipping on the fire alarm with a bonfire in the east wing, he turned on the C4.

The building trembled and crumbled to the ground.

Later he banged himself in the head strong enough to knock him out. He couldn't forget, never could he forget what happened.

He only got rid of some parts and modified most.

The brain remembers what it wants to remember after all, the days in the hospital gaining no sleep at all helped the matter, the days of no sleep helped modify the memories. Change them. But they didn't change his habits, his lying. His ability to adjust and re-adjust to his surroundings. Sometimes, he really wish he didn't have them. It would have made his life so much easier.

He found himself traveling west in the urge to get away from the place that held so many memories that he couldn't bare to get.

Next thing he knew, he was talking to the guy on the swing, talking him to get down without the noose around his neck. Wondering why the hell did he care, and why the bloody fucking hell did he look so familiar?

"William!"

His head snapped to the side seeing Matthew with a frown on his face, and the familiar yet unfamiliar weight of the world set itself back on his shoulders, weighing him down. Now he knew, everything. And he really didn't want to.

He took a chance and look at Matthew's face again, unaware of the tears streaking down his cheek, and unaware of the thought Matthew had before he finally sighed and leaned on Matthew's shoulder closing his eyes and letting out a breath. The picture of him and his old family burned into his eyelids.

Matthew frowned as he looked into the eyes of a man like he was suddenly forced to carry the weight of the world alone on his shoulders. Despair, guilt, anger, rage, disappointment, all rolled into the emerald eyes that was so alike to Arthur's.

When the guy sighed and rested on his shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath, he couldn't help but wonder what the heck could have he thought off to bring this about?

His eyes widened as he heard a muttering under his ear, the amount of swears in the statement was enough to make him blush, but their was one sentence that stuck out to him as he looked at the wall that William was looking at before he slid down the wall.

"This is my family now, and I'll fucking rip your heart and dick out of your throat and body if you come near them, so you bastards better watch out. Cause you hurt Arthur, your not going to die. Easily".

Arthur felt a shiver down his spine as he was looking for the elvish ass-hat, this feeling made him extremely uneasy.

"Arturo?" Asked Antonio as watched Arthur shake his body involuntarily.

"Just. Fine. Anthony," Arthur said, slightly annoyed at the improper use of his name. He was used to it from his brothers, even William, so if-

"But you let Allistor and William call you nicknames".

Arthur groaned in response, giving Antonio the "I'm really tired of you bullshit," look.

He finally spotted William seated near the wall and holding his head in his hand, looking like there was something heavy on his shoulders.

"There you are!" he said, "you- you-. I don't even know anymore".

"No anymore what?"

"Another word for idiot".

"I can answer that".

"Really?"

"Ass-hat, ass-bag, ass-bite, ass-head, ass-lick, ass monkey, ass much, asswad, dickbag, dickface, dickfuck, dick-".

"Alright enough," sighed Arthur and crouching down, "what is it?"

William gave him a look that he understood, he wanted no other to hear this. So he talked Matthew and Antonio into leaving them alone for now, which did as they were asked.

Once alone William spilled, and the only disturbing thing about it was that he never shed a tear, and never got a tone higher as he told his story. The guy sounded like he was before he met him, broken. And too tired to get up. Then he spotted the painted message and understood why William would feel that way.

"I'm going to rip their balls off, then i'm gonna-

Arthur sighed, great. Now he's going to have to keep a longer eye before William turns out to be a semi-homicidal maniac. After a few statements on how he was going to torture anyone not under the name Kirkland (and seriously, how did this guy- oh right. He had an ex-super spy for a brother now), William was fast asleep, and Lovino was in a his face. Though he did wonder why he was okay with this, oh right. Weirder situations, plus he barely got his brother, his twin brother, back so like bloody hell was he going to ignore him over this.

Scratch that, he was sucking his face, specifically his lips as Arthur just sat there shocked and confused.

Fucking shit, how was he-

That was a wet thing sliding near on his tongue, which was another tongue. A very skilled and possessive one that the girls will probably kill for. Erm, depending on the preference.

He let out a small groan as the tongue continued to press further than it was, earning an even longer groan from Arthur.

They stopped when another pair of green eyes stared at them both. Mouth agape.

"Well then," he muttered, problem was, he was on Arthur's lap.

"Er, this is all cute and mind boggling disturbing and all, but..." William glared at Lovino with venom, "It be much appreciated if-"

"Damn it watch out!" Yelled Gilbert, sprinting toward his direction as he fell out and...On top of William.

And their mouths were touching.

"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT," yelled Daniel Héderváry, brother of his sister Elizabeta. President of the yaoi club. Which means...

William pulled away from Gilbert smiling, and wanting to let out his sadistic side before he was going to strangle Lovino. Arthur nor Antonio wouldn't be pleased, and he cared more about the former's opinion than the latter.

"Well hello honey, I'm afraid this isn't the best time to admit it is it? I mean, I was sort of in the middle of strangling an Italian," he said motioning to Lovino. Gilbert, as he strangely predicted turned as red as a tomato and quickly got up. Still sitting on William, while the other three were staring with their mouths open.

William looked at them with a doctored hint of distaste, "Brother, any longer and that fly is going to go in your mouth".

Arthur and the rest promptly closed their jaws, while Gilbert leaned back down facing the floor to the right of William's head in embarrassment. Cursing him out while he was there and William's hands set to rest on his sides.

After two minutes of silence William patted Gilbert's back, throwing in some nicknames just to annoy the hungarian who was clearly in denial of being jealous of William's position.

"Dear, I think it best that you get off. Unless you can't be bothered i'd be happy to carry you".

"Nein, nein. I can get up myself," Gilbert muttered getting off as William sat up with a pleasant smile on his face. Changing to a look of discontent as he looked at Lovino,

"Look lad, yer a good cook 'n all, but," he got up glaring, "Ye bett'r start runnin".

Which led to Lovino, running at record breaking running scared Italian speeds; with William close behind. Leaving Arthur, Daniel, and Gilbert to stand there as they coughed at the dust that was kicked up.

Arthur sighed as William disappeared, but looked over to Gilbert and Daniel. Then he discovered why William was acting like that as Gilbert fell on top of him. After the commonly usual 'you alright?' he went straight to flirty. Not exactly the best thing you would want to see concerning your own brother (he himself now knew the feeling of wanting to strangle another person for being to close) but he caught what he was trying to do. He would never consider Daniel Héderváry to have caught Gilbert's eye. The two were bitter enemies, and he always thought he would have gone for Elizabeta but now that he thought about it, that frying pan may have fallen way to many times for that.

His thoughts of this only increased as he saw Daniel glaring at where William ran of too, oh. Well, this was going to be fun.

Antonio and Matthew glared in the same direction as Daniel was, because there was no way in hell they would miss the shit Lovino pulled.

That kiss still left Arthur perplexed, he always thought that maybe Antonio and Lovino had a little thing for each other but clearly he was wrong, or maybe it was just a one time thing?

William just laughed as he thought of what Arthur and the other two would make of the kiss, because 1: Arthur's thought process isn't hard to predict for him, cause duh. Brothers. And 2: He knew perfectly well those two were only a earshot away, which means they would have seen it.

This was going to be irritably fun.

A/n: Finally! Sorry this took so long, i've been rather busy. As well as reading a bunch of fanfics so I can regain my mojo (I got into the Supernatural fandom and I ship destiel so hard now) and other stuff. TKB may or may not have an update soon though, depending on how I want to go with things, but I make sure that I'm sure of where I'm going this time. So yeah, that's it. Please review and tell me what you thought about this chapter (i'm still planning on revising this thing so it actually makes bloody sense) or fav or follow, or better yet to all three if you hadn't done the two yet, whatever floats yer boat. Laterz and have a good day/night!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything beyond William and the plot, plus Dr. Adrian and Aki, and probably most of the things you don't recognize if you hadn't read TKB

P.s: I found most of the human names online so yeah, most are either cannon or the fandom mostly agrees upon it. And yes, William's former friends are 2p allies (plus Canada?). Which is why he's rather passive aggressive with Francis, Yao, Alfred, and Ivan. Matthew's a two way because Matt (2p Canada/Matthew) wasn't as different as he was before, just the scowling pretty much. Also, HunPru, yes. I ship dat too, (Nyo! Hungary x Prussia) cause...er, why not? I only see few with this shipping so might as well. (And to the guest who reviewed, no not weird at all!)