Chapter 2...
Not the most exciting part so far, more of a transition.
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Alfred came flying into the living room with a light blush on his cheeks and a bottle in hand.
"Mattie, why are you sitting in the corner? Come on over, we're going to see who can drink the most~!"
"N-no thanks Al, I'm okay. I'm happy here.." Matthew smiled weakly at his obnoxious brother.
"Suit yourself!" America stumbled off into the kitchen screaming "Arthur~!".
Settling himself more comfortably in Alfred's seemingly ancient armchair the Canadian began questioning himself. Why do I even show up to these? I don't do anything here. He sighed noisily slowly and for once, tried to force himself to fade from sight.
"Ahh~ mon fils, there you are!" A blonde man called out to him from the front door. "What are you doing all here alone?" He sauntered over and settled on chairs thick arm, swirling his hands in the air. "You seem so…..depressed."
"Papa, why are you here? I didn't know Alfred invited you." Canada was shocked his brother would have changed his mind about France being around.
"He did not~ but I figured it would be fine to just," Francis stopped for a dramatic pause, glancing at the younger nation and raising an eyebrow, "show up out the blue."
"W-well if you're looking for them, they're in the kitchen getting drinks, eh." Matthew glanced upwards to see his old man already staring towards the kitchen door with a look on his face that meant trouble would ensue. "F-feel free to go s-see them, eh. I-I'll be out here for a bit more."
France stood quickly. "Suit yourself, I will be in there," he gestured to the door, "if you need me~."
As Francis walked past, Canada was quite sure he saw his father wink suggestively at him. With a shudder, Matthew slid down further into the chair and closed his eyes. Why am I here? Why am I here… Why…?
Gilbert scrambled blindly around Canada's house searching for a light source. When he reached the couch, the light flashed on illuminating a small white bear in the bathroom doorway. 'Kicked front door. Rude.'
"Kumajiro! I thought you were sleeping. I wouldn't have had to kick in the door if you had just opened it!" The Prussian curled his upper lip at the bear and grinned.
Kumajiro simply shrugged and began making his way to his room. 'He'll be mad.'
"Yea, whatever." Not after he sees what I've done for him. "Gilbird?"
'Piyo-Piyo!'
The muffled voices in the kitchen exploded into an argument.
"What do you think you're doing you bloody frog?"
"Angleterre~ whatever are you talking about?"
"You grabbed my ass you-you wanker! G-get away from me!"
"When the hell did you get here - Frenchie?"
Matthew snapped out of his light nap. Sounds like Arthur and Alfred have finally noticed Papa.
"You bastard! Stop touching me!"
And it's getting worse…
"Matthew!"
Maple…
"Uh, eh, I'm coming…"
The Canadian stood with his head hanging and shoved open the door. Francis had Arthur pinned to the floor with his knees and Alfred was wrapped around France's waist in an attempt to pull him away. Both English nations' cheeks were stained red. America was panting with effort "Mattie, help me out! This asshole came in here and started trying to molest England!"
He sighed. "Papa, stop it…" His voice came out as nothing more than a whisper. There was no way he could keep someone from getting hurt. Try again. "Stop." Louder. "Stop!" One more time. Slamming his fist down on the kitchen table, he angered himself enough to do something that would shock anyone; he was fully visible to everyone in the room. "Stop!"
His family members froze and gaped at him. Matthew blushed hard and faded away again. Grabbing a couple of beers, he fled to the safety of the living room.
I apologize if Matthew is OOC at all. I'm not used to doing the quieter and more reserved characters.
Chapter 3 is almost ready to go.
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Ciao~