This is the second chapter to American Gloves. I am eternally grateful for the reviews! After rereading it I started wondering why you guys would want more of my terrible writing but….I won't complain!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination!
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Alfred was expecting the same boring routine. They go to a meeting, he shows up a few seconds late, he gets chews out by England, chaos ensues and the Germany tries to call the meeting to order. So, the usual.
Today was different, not only because Alfred knew the PowerPoint he presented, ok, tried to present yesterday, had started out terribly but also because he had the feeling the other G8 actually noticed.
He had been nervous since then. He started unconsciously rubbing his gloves together and when he felt one start to roll up, instantly stopped.
He stared at his hands, he hoped the others wouldn't ask, if they did he would tell them he just had dry skin…yeah right.
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Matthew stared at the door waiting for his brother, yes he was waiting for his brother like a dog does when it wants food.
The rest of the G8 were currently talk- ok fighting. Each other in the meeting room waiting for their host to finally arrive.
Matthew listened when his brother did not, that's how he knew that the others were planning on asking him what happened yesterday. Matthew felt a chuckle escape from his lips when he thought of every ones faces and his brother's discomfort.
If anyone asks him why Alfred was wearing gloves today he knew his brother would have a freak out session.
Last time that happened the White House turned into the Blue House.
Matthew almost missed it when his brother passed him.
"Hey! Alfred wait!" Matthew caught his brother's sleeve.
"What?" He sounded tense.
"They plan on asking you about yesterday."
"When?"
"Lunch."
Matthew saw the panic in his brother's eyes. Now he remembered why he promised to never tell anyone about why his brother always wore gloves. It wasn't his secret to tell. He would find their reactions hilarious but he wouldn't hurt his brother's feelings like that.
"Don't worry, if you can stand up to Russia then you don't need to worry about some questions, eh."
"Thanks Mattie."
"Why are you trying so hard to hide it? It's really not that bad Al. They would probably just assume it's a"-
"Come on Mattie we need to hurry before they start without us!" Alfred said cheerfully.
Matthew sighed.
This day was gunna suck.
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Ok…here it is…tell me what you think *hides under the bed*