The meeting droned on and on until about six nations were still conscious, who were America (plotting revenge but at this point, he already had a plan), England (trying to stop France from touching him), France (still touching England), surprisingly Prussia (he was playing Japan's DS), and Germany (who was still taking notes but looked like he could go any minute), and Canada (who was talking).
"-And that concludes my presentation." Matthew ended quietly, yawning into his hand.
That last sentence was able to bring the whole room back to life.
"PLEASE WEST! PLEASE! TELL ME THAT WAS THE LAST ONE!" Prussia wailed dramatically, throwing his arms on his brother, shaking him slightly. "This meeting was one of the most unawesome things I ever had to live through!"
Brushing his brother's hands off, the German sighed, "Yes, that was the last presentation."
After ignoring Gilbert's outbursts of 'awesomeness', Ludwig began collecting various papers and documents. After placing them in his suitcase neatly, he stretched his tired muscles. He slumped in his chair slightly covering his face in his hands groaning softly.
"Are you okay Germany?" Italy asked tiredly, wiping the rest of sleep from his eyes. The little Italian was able to stay awake long enough to write some notes of his own. His boss will be so proud.
"Ja, I am just tired." His reply came out muffled by his hands. Hearing a concerned 'Veh' and feeling a hand on his shoulder, squeezing encouragingly, Italy left his side to catch up to his brother. He rubbed his face roughly before setting the palm of his hand on the table in front of him and pushing himself up to leave. Reaching over to grab his suitcase, he notice some lose papers that fell on the floor. Having the OCD the Italian accused him of on more than one occasion; he picked them up and glanced through them swiftly. Pausing, he pulled out a document that looked rather relevant and read the first several lines. Suppressing the intense desire to facepalm, Germany reluctantly but quickly sat back into his chair. How could he have left such an important article incomplete? Opening up his suitcase he grabbed the nearest pen and began the tedious process of completing tedious paperwork . . . that he could have done at the hotel.
After running for about ten minutes, Alfred finally made it back to the hotel with his twin brother in tow. Huffing slightly, he released the other blonde and started toward the front desk.
Clamping a hand on the somewhat taller blonde's shoulder Matthew quickly spun the other around to look at him.
"Alfred, what is going on? You dragged me eight blocks just to get to the hotel?" The Canadian exclaimed hotly, more annoyed than angry.
"I need you to help me get revenge Mattie!" Alfred said readily.
His brother stood there for a moment before looking horrified. "Y-You need help k-killing someone! Al-"
Cutting the naturally anxious Canadian off, he said hastily, "No killing Mattie! No one's going to die! Heroes don't kill people!"
Matthew visibly relaxed but there still was a hint of suspicion in his eyes," Oh, then what did you have in mind?" He asked hesitantly.
"I just need you to get someone to drink- "he quickly pulled something out his bomber jacket's pocket, "This." Putting the little white packet into the apprehensive hands of his twin, America made his way toward the woman behind the small desk. Matthew inwardly berated himself for getting involved so quickly without a word of protest before. Canada watched him chatter with the woman for a few minutes before she handed him a piece of paper. Nodding his head and laughing, Alfred walked back over to him.
Looking between the little packet and the expectant gaze of his twin, Canada had to make sure, "No one's going to get hurt right?"
"Nope!" (Unless you meant bruising an ego) "No one's going to get hurt."
Watching his brother carefully, Matthew finally gave in, "Okay fine, but who's exactly supposed to be drinking this? England?"
"Nice try but no. It's Germany." He said straight-faced. He was still plenty angry about the whole thing, if not 's too embarrass to look at him and France is . . . being France, but just a bit creepier.
"G-Germany! Is it because of the hickey, Al?" He asked alarmingly. His brother could over react to the smallest of things . . . not like that hickey is small . . . it's actually pretty big . . . But maybe he wasn't overreacting? What if there were actually more? . . . MY GOD! How he did react, it wasn't consent was it! OH MY GOD! WHAT IF IT WASN'T JUST A HICKEY!
"M-Mattie? Are you okay? You're hyperventilating." America said with a dip of concern in his voice. He had his hand on the other's shoulder, shaking lightly. Before Alfred could react Matthew had his arms on his neck in tight hug.
"OH GOD AL! I'M SO SORRY! I'M SO SO SORRY! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!" The Canadian sobbed into Alfred's collar.
Wholly confused at this point, Alfred put his hands other's back. "Uhh, Mattie?"
There was a short silence before Canada let the other go and wiped his eyes roughly.
". . . Matt?"
"I'm killing him." Matthew said stone-faced.
"Wait what? I don't need help killing him!" Alfred urged vigorously.
"But what he did—"
"That packet is enough okay. We don't need to get violent okay?"
Another short silence passed them before Canada sucked in air through his nose. ". . . Fine." He said in his passive aggressive way.
"Great! You just put that in a beer."
"How—"
"Take him to a bar or 'pub'." America interrupted him for the third time in the last ten minutes. "I think this hotel has one."
"Fine, fine, fine."Matthew sighed vexingly. If this little pocket was going help his brother gets revenge than he'll make sure that sexually assaulting German gets what's coming to him! Turning his toward the door, he thought 'How am I going to get him into the bar?' Before he had to use anymore brain power his momentary savoir, Prussia, came to his theoretical recuse.
The white haired nation slid right in front of the other German as soon as he set foot unto the refined wood floors and began pulling slash dragging him.
"Come on West! Let's get a drink! I think this place has a bar in the back!" The albino laughed loudly, still hauling the still surprised blonde. After a few seconds of getting himself together, Germany quickly unwrapped himself from his brother's hold.
"Nien. I don't feel like it brother. I have a headache." Germany all but hissed at his older sibling. He was tired and getting a headache that could crack open his head. In other words, he wanted sleep and possibly punch Gilbert in the face for not giving him that.
"Come on West! You can have a beer before you go into your room and live the rest of the night like a hermit! The beer will help with your sleeping too!" Gilbert reasoned logically, or what he thought was logical.
Ludwig stared at his brother for a while. Weighing his options, he knew his brother wouldn't give up and would continue being a complete ass, but he also knew that if he was hammered then his brother would be slightly more tolerable and would ignore him for the rest of the night. Thinking for a bit longer, the German sighed in defeat as his brother continued to drag him to the hotel's bar.
"Did you see that Matt! Our lucky day! I'm going to owe Prussia for this!" America said excitedly. He dragged his own brother toward the same bar.
He followed the albino until he made a sharp turn into the bar. "Okay" Alfred started as he let his brother go. "You know the plan right?"
"Yes." The Canadian said neutrally. He knows it would be terrible to think but half of him hopes the little packet Alfred gave him is poison.
"Awesomeness! After you give it to him, just drag him here. I'll take care of the rest." He finished happily, trying to stifle the little spark of an evil laugh that threatened to escape his throat. He turned on his heels and walked away.
Straitening his shoulders, Matthew walked into the bar with a little dark glimmer of evil in his eyes.
'He never said I had to be gentle'.
Author's Notes:
I thought I could make it all here but apparently, it just ended here. ;w;
Sorry about that guys. But the next chapter will be the last chapter!