"Can you believe he said that?" America whined and Canada felt his eyelid twitch in irritation. "I mean, I was totally right! Damn control freak!"
They were at the Niagara Falls where he took his guests for it was a beautiful place, especially from his side of the border. Unfortunately Alfred, freshly after an argument with Britain, went there also, to cheer up watching the humans having a good time. As soon as he spotted Matthew the mighty US of A hurried over and started complaining.
Canada's friends, bastards they were, left him alone with his twin as soon as the "hi"s were done with. Now they were walking around, admiring the view and generally having fun while Canada had to stand and listen as Alfred ranted and raved about the right he totally had to control the joint missions of photo interpreters during the war and some other long gone cold crap Matthew didn't give a shit about.
Why? Why me? Why do I have to stand here and have my ears talked off when those traitors are having fun? For God's sake even Gilbert and Lovino are acting civilly around each other. That's it! They want pancakes they'll have to make them for themselves!
Punishment decided Matt sighed. "Look, Alfred. I know this stuff is really important but don't you think almost a century is enough time to let go of those arguments? I mean you can argue with him for all eternity but you know how Dad is. He'd sooner eat his book on good manners than admit you might ever be right. Hasn't it always been like this? Just... I don't know, praise his pastries and you'll be all good, not standing here and feeling righteously pissed off. What do you say?" he said praying that he just found the right thing to say and now his twin'll go pester someone else.
Someone upstairs must've been listening because America complained only that the rest of Arthur's food sucks big time before brightening and saying something about a new plan for global warming.
"Awesome, Alfie, awesome. Now why don't you go and write it all down before it slips your mind?" Canada prompted seeing his chance, trying very hard not to sound desperate.
"Totally awesome, I know! Thanks, Mattie, guys on the next World Meeting are going to love it, you'll see! Bye now, dude!" America exclaimed enthusiastically and ran off.
Sweet peace...
"He gone?" Matthew jumped, startled, as an Italian accented voice piped up just behind him. Lovino laughed.
"Not funny, Roma." the Canadian grumbled, disgruntled.
"On the contrary, stupido." South Italy poked him in the side.
"Did you come here just to laugh at my misery? Alfred was whining about Arthur's photo interpreters for Heaven's sake!"
"Si, that's exactly why I joined you here, you're just an endless source of amusement." Romano rolled his eyes. "No, I'm here to talk about Portugal."
Matt blinked.
"Portugal? Why?" he asked, confused. Portugal was trying to push his little brother over the guardrail and they were both laughing. Gilbert was taking photos, cackling madly, for his blog.
"Well, yeah. You haven't noticed him acting weird?" the Italian inquired. Canada nodded.
"Now that you mention it, he's kind of subdued. But usually it lasts for only a couple of minutes and then he's back to normal. I mean I know him only from World Meetings, that's not a really good grounds to judge." he admitted.
"You haven't seen him when he came to my house though." Lovino said turning to look at his lover and his brother with barely concealed concern. "I don't like the bastardo, but Toni was worried about him and Spain worried is insufferable." he added quickly. He had a manly facade to maintain.
Canada smirked but let it slide. "And how was he at yours?" he asked.
"Long story short – a mess." the Italian said.
"How so?" Matthew blinked startled.
"Have you ever seen a soaked to the bone puppy dog? That's how he looked. Like a miserable fuck. Honestly, normally I would have told him to go to hell because we were just about to go to yours but this time I couldn't. He looked like he would cry if I denied him entrance." said Romano.
"Hmmm..." they mused in silence, watching the other Nations playing like little kids. Just then Spain waved his hand at Romano and that's when Canada saw it.
Portugal's evil grin softened into a melancholic little smile before he realized what his face must've looked like and quickly schooled his expression back into mischief.
No way... Canada thought but alas it was true.
"We'll come back to this later, okay? Now lets go get them before they do something stupid." Lovino said and tugged him towards the three Nations.
For the rest of the day they didn't really have much time to talk about João and his problems. Matthew, however, once having caught the glimpse, observed very keenly to prove his theory and come evening he had it all figured out. A rough sketch of the situation, that is.
Portugal was in love, and the object of his feelings apparently didn't feel the same.
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Gods I'm so mushy. Oh well, in a few chapters the drama should start up again. Until then, soak the romance and happiness :)
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