I'M SOOO SORRY! I was on vacay with my famiglia (family)! And a laptop wouldn't be the best thing on a plane…. Anyway! I'm sorry if the lemon wasn't that good, it was my first one, and I don't have that big of an idea, so I rushed it! So, it'll get better as I go along! (YAY! Bold shows up!)
For once, it was a different blonde who woke up first, but this time it wasn't from waking up to his alarm clock. His breathing was shallow, and it felt like it was extremely hot in his room, then suddenly very cold. Sighing, knowing that he's sick. He looked over at his clock, accidently touching his curl from scratching his head.
5:57 AM
He sighed again, he can wake up Alfred so he could at least go to school. He fumbled for his glasses, putting them on slowly. And rose from his bed, taking his covers with him. The bulky bedding completely covered his small frame, to where you only see his feet. Slowly walking across the hall, he opened the door.
"Alfred, you need to wake up." Matthew mumbled.
He heard a grunt.
"C'mon, you don't wanna be late for football do you?" Matthew questioned, turning on the overhead light.
Another grunt, followed by a groan.
"You went to bed early, shouldn't you be well rested?" Matthew asked, putting his hand on Alfred's cheek, "Oh, eh, I'm going to go get the thermometer."
He disappeared to Alfred's bathroom, quickly coming back with a glass thermometer.
"Can you breathe through your nose?" Matthew asked.
He saw a slight nod from the other blonde. Matthew shook the thermometer, and placed it under Alfred's tongue.
"Now we need to wait five minutes…" Matthew whispered, feeling hot again.
After the alarm clock strikes 6 am, Matthew took out the thermometer.
"A hundred degrees…" Matthew said, "Guess we're staying home today."
He heard a small "yay" from the covers. Matthew smiled a little.
"Aren't you going to school?" Matthew barely heard from Alfred.
"I'm sick too." Matthew croaked.
"I wish we were in Hong Kong, I've heard their WacDonald's deliver." Alfred mumbled.
"Burgers aren't the best thing when you're sick." Matthew sighed, "Do you feel hungry?"
Matthew saw Alfred's head turn to say "no".
Matthew smiled, "Just come to my room when you do."
With Feliciano and Ludwig ;D
Ludwig began to slowly wake up, eyes slowly realizing he wasn't in his own room. The walls were beige with red picture frames and white crown molding instead of the usual blue, plain walls. Instead of the dresser being white, it was cherry wood… and in a different spot. He looked next to him to see a very naked Feliciano. Suppressing the urge to scream, he stumbled out of the bed, to find himself naked as well. He blushed madly, and found clothes that were too big to be Feliciano's. He quickly pulled them on.
'My butt doesn't hurt…' Ludwig realized, then smacked his forehead, 'Why am I thinking that? I don't remember anything other than trying the wine that Feliciano made me drink that was Gabrielle's…'
His eyes opened wide, "DIESER VERDAMMTE WEIN!"
He heard something behind him, and turned around quickly, he blushed quickly.
"Sorry Feli, d-did I startle you?" Ludwig asked.
Feliciano shook his head, smiling, "Last night was good."
Ludwig blushed madly, "We did-"
"Yes, we did." Feliciano said, jumping up, but instantly sat back down.
"I did-"
Feliciano nodded, trying to get back up, "Don't try running out Ludwig, the doors don't open unless Jessica unlocks them."
"What do you mean by that?" Ludwig asked.
"The doors going outside are locked both inside and outside." Feliciano said, cringing as he walked.
"Where's Jessica then?" Ludwig asked.
"She's at work, she'll be back by four PM." Feliciano said, kissing Ludwig's cheek.
He blushed, and looked at the alarm clock.
7:35 AM
He sighed, "So, what should we do then?"
Feliciano smiled, "Let's have a bath together!"
Ludwig blushed madly, but let the little Italian drag him to the bathroom. The whole time praying that nothing else was going to happen.
Back with Matthew and Alfred
Alfred couldn't go back to sleep, he lied to Matthew that he wasn't hungry. He sat up slowly, looking over at his clock
7:45 am
He pushed off his covers, feeling very warm all over his body.
"I should try cooking something for once…" Alfred muttered, dragging himself to the kitchen.
He opened random cabinets', finding some potatoes, eggs, and bacon.
"Uh, let's see if I remembered how to do this…" Alfred mumbled.
He turned on the stove. He turned away to start cutting up the potatoes. After he finished that, he cracked open the eggs over the pan, taking a spatula and moving them around. He took out another pan and turned on another burner, plopping on the bacon. He then put the chopped potatoes in another pan, then sat back and waited for it to finish cooking.
"For once, Alejandro taught me something useful…" Alfred mumbled.
Alejandro Fernandez is the only Hispanic/Mexican kid in the whole entire high school, talk about a white school. He taught Alfred how to cook the potatoes like how he did back in Mexico. Back to present, Alfred looked over at the bacon, eggs, and potatoes.
"This should be alright," Alfred yawned, "Maybe a small snooze won't hurt…"
He flipped open his phone, setting an alarm on his phone extra loud.
A few minutes later…
The Canadian woke up, to the smell of something that seemed to be burning. He walked quickly to the kitchen, where he saw a much panicking American.
"DUDE! How do you work this?" Alfred yelled, turning different knobs, the gas raising up and down as he turned, some barely grazing his arms.
Matthew calmly walked over, and turned all the knobs to zero. Instantly, the gas flames went out.
"Thanks man, that was scary." Alfred laughed.
"Don't cook unless I'm watching." Matthew smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile.
Matthew looked over at the sink, burned food was scattered on the bottom of the sink and still in the pans.
"I'm grateful that one of us had a good cook for a dad…" Matthew mumbled.
"But dude, yours is a total perv!" Alfred exclaimed.
"But yours doesn't seem to stick well with others." Matthew said.
(It's kinda true, England hasn't really kept up with many territories in the past, just sayin' .)
"Neither did mom." Alfred said.
"That's true…" Matthew said, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Dude, our parents can be so weird!" Alfred laughed.
"No wonder we don't go to the family reunion…" Matthew chuckled a bit, pulling out pancake mix.
"Can I try making biscuits?" Alfred yelled, pulling out random things.
"Sure." Matthew said, re-turning on the stove… with Alfred hiding behind the counter.
Back with Ludwig and Feliciano
"Ah, that was fun too!" Feliciano said happily, walking down the hallway.
Ludwig blushed madly, ruffling his hair more in his towel.
RIIIIIINNNNGGGGGG!
"Ah, that could be Gabrielle!" Feliciano cheerfully said, walking towards the nearest phone.
"Hello?" Feliciano answered, "I'm putting you on speaker!"
"Eh? Okay, did you guys like the wine last night?" Gabrielle chuckled a bit.
"Of course! It really helped." Feliciano said, "Don't you have a hang over? Your glass was even stained…"
"Aw heck no, when you spend a few vacations with Romano, you drink wine." Gabrielle chuckled, "He would cuss me out if I didn't drink it, at least a sip."
"I need to tell Romano to not do that…" Feliciano mumbled.
"Eh? Don't worry about it!" Gabrielle replied happily.
"Gabrielle, I can't help but to wonder," Ludwig mumbled, "Are you Canadian or something?"
"What? I'm so far from that it's not even funny!" Gabrielle yelled, "Momma's white, Daddy's Hispanic."
"She's actually thought of to be the Asian-wannabe in her family." Feliciano whispered.
"I heard that!" Gabrielle growled.
"It's true! You love pocky, sushi, you even go on websites that sell Asian clothes!" Feliciano combated, "And read manga and watch anime!"
"… That's true." Gabrielle mumbled.
'Almost an Only-in-America thing…' Ludwig thought to himself.
"Anyway, Jessica told me to tell you that she made some pasta for you and Ludwig, Feliciano." Gabrielle said, "She even put in an extra long noodle, she said she would unlock the doors if you could find it."
"That shouldn't be so hard." Ludwig said.
"But! You have to have one end in each of y'all's mouths, and look like you're about to kiss." Gabrielle added, "And take a picture and send it to her!"
"Wait, wha-"Ludwig stammered.
"See ya and good luck!" Gabrielle yelled, and hung up.
"This host family is weird!" Feliciano exclaimed.
"At least you didn't get the one that made you dig holes…" Ludwig muttered.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
(Yea, even though I'm from Oklahoma, it doesn't make sense to me either .)
Matthew and Alfred
As they were chomping down on the pancakes and biscuits, the many home phones rang through the house at once. Alfred walked over to the closest one in the kitchen.
"Hello, this is the Williams and Jones residence." Alfred said, biscuit remains still in his mouth.
He paused for a moment,
"Ah, yea, we're both sick." Alfred said into the phone, "We think it's just a one day thing."
"Who is it?" Matthew whispered.
"Uh, hold on dude," Alfred said, turning back to Matthew, "It's Francis."
"Can I see the phone?" Matthew said a little louder.
"Uh, Francis, Matthew wants to talk to you." Alfred said into the phone, then handed it to Matthew.
"Hey Papa." Matthew smiled, "Did you get that recipe I emailed you?"
"Oui, oui, c'était une bouée de sauvetage! Je ne pense pas qu'elle voudrait quelque chose comme ça pour le dîner!" Francis said, "J'ai entendu que vous avez un rhume! Alfred ne pas essayer de mettre un cheeseburger sur votre front, il a de nouveau?"
"Hein? Non! Il a essayé de préparer le petit déjeuner si ... pas la plus jolie vue quand je me suis réveillé!" Matthew replied sheepishly.
"Ah, votre français a obtenu tellement mieux! Je me souviens quand je t'ai pris dans le parc, ah la femme ne s'en allait pas! C'était tellement agréable!" Francis said cheerfully.
"Papa…" Matthew sighed, "Pourquoi cette histoire? Vous savez que vous avez fait après somethings qu'ils appelaient les flics sur vous, vous aviez la chance que vous n'avez pas besoin d'aller en prison!"
"Yo dude, can ya go back to English please?" Alfred whispered.
"Ah, sorry." Matthew sighed, "Anyway, why did you call Papa?"
"I wanted you, Alfred, and his papa Arthur to come to my place for a bit over summer break." Francis cheered, "It would be so much fun!"
Matthew remembered that last time his Papa did something like this, Alfred and Arthur were very offended as you might say after that trip.
"We'll think about it Papa." Matthew said, "I gotta go now, I got to flip the pancakes."
"Oui, oui, je l'espère pour vous parler bientôt! Au revoir!" Francis cheered again.
"Au revoir!" Matthew replied, and hung up.
"Dude, what was that about?" Alfred asked, stuffing more food into his mouth.
"Papa wants you, me, and Arthur to go to his place for a bit over the summer." Matthew mumbled.
Silence.
"Alfred?" Matthew asked, moving his hands in front of the American.
Alfred swallowed his food, then fell to the floor.
"Alfred!" Matthew yelled, helping his brother up.
"I don't wanna go there!" Alfred yelled hoarsely, but before he could protest more, and say Francis was a pervert, he threw up on the tile floor.
"Lets go to the bathroom first." Matthew said, directing him down the hall.
Alfred threw up once more in the toilet, Matthew staying next to him, rubbing his back.
"I think I'm done dude." Alfred groaned, coughing a little.
Matthew quickly filled a glass with water, and then handed it to Alfred.
"Thanks." Alfred mumbled, starting to take a drink.
"Don't swallow it, swish, spit, then drink." Matthew directed, waiting for Alfred to finish.
Alfred just looked over at him while swishing the liquid in his mouth.
'Such pretty eyes…' Alfred thought, and then spitted into the sink, 'Why the hell did I think that… again?'
"Do you feel better?" Matthew asked, rubbing Alfred's back again.
"Yea…" Alfred sighed, "I'm still not going to that perverts house."
Matthew chuckled, "Says the guy who said my grandma sounded hot."
"Hey! I was…" Alfred muttered.
"Yea, yea, don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Matthew said hoarsely, "It seriously explains why you threw the ball like that, and why I don't let you into liquor stores."
Alfred looked down a little *cue pouty face*, "How was I suppose to know that the trial wine was so strong?"
Matthew laughed quietly, "Come on, you need your rest, as do I."
Matthew pushed his brother lightly out of the bathroom and into the hallway.
"Sleep well Alfred." Matthew whispered, opening his bedroom door.
"Night bro." Alfred mumbled, and closed his own bedroom door.
Matthew smiled to himself, "It's only noon." He whispered, and closed his door softly.
Matthew then flopped onto his bed, falling asleep quickly, and started to dream…
"A-A-Alfred!" Matthew gasped, grasping onto the body above him.
"Shhh, I'll only do it if you want me to." A familiar voice said, pulling him into a kiss.
"Yes! S'il vous plait! Je le veux!" Matthew gasped.
Matthew sensed that Alfred smiled,
"Alright." Alfred pulled him into a kiss, and began to enter into Matthew.
"Ah! Harder!" Matthew moaned.
Alfred did so again, and again, "Mattie…"
"Alfred!" Matthew yelled, then came all over Alfred's bare chest.
He soon felt Alfred come so shortly after that, filling Matthew up.
"GYAA!" Matthew sputtered, sitting up on his bed.
Matthew looked around, and then looked over at the window, the hue of everything outside was dashed with a hue of orange and yellow.
"It was just a dream…" Matthew muttered, then felling back on his bed.
He heard suddenly the small sound on shooting, and then,
"LUDWIG IMMA KILL YOU!"
Matthew chuckled, "Guess Al's up."
Okay, I randomly decided to re-read the past chapters, and I'm sorry that google translate decided to jack it all! So I'm going to start putting translations at the bottom if the translation confuses you! And sorry on the car model, had no idea the copy paste thing did that .
Anyway! Have a good day/night! Au revoir et j'espère que je vais mettre à jour plus tôt! (Goodbye and hopefully I'll update sooner!)
DIESER VERDAMMTE WEIN- That f**king wine!
Oui, oui, c'était une bouée de sauvetage! Je ne pense pas qu'elle voudrait quelque chose comme ça pour le diner- Yes, yes, it was a lifesaver! I didn't think she wanted something like that for dinner
J'ai entendu que vous avez un rhume! Alfred ne pas essayer de mettre un cheeseburger sur votre front, il a de nouveau- I heard that you have a cold! Alfred didn't try to put a cheeseburger on your forehead, again did he
Hein? Non! Il a essayé de préparer le petit déjeuner si ... pas la plus jolie vue quand je me suis réveillé – Eh? No! He tried to make breakfast... not the prettiest sight when I woke up
Ah, votre français a obtenu tellement mieux! Je me souviens quand je t'ai pris dans le parc, ah la femme ne s'en allait pas! C'était tellement agréable – Ah, your French has gotten so much better! I remember when I took you in the park, oh woman do not go away! It was so nice
Pourquoi cette histoire? Vous savez que vous avez fait après somethings qu'ils appelaient les flics sur vous, vous aviez la chance que vous n'avez pas besoin d'aller en prison- Why that story? You did somethings then they called the cops on you, you were lucky you didn't go to jail
Oui, oui, je l'espère pour vous parler bientôt! Au revoir- Yes, yes, I hope to talk soon! Goodbye