Title: Love is a Thing to Become and Eternally Be
Rating: M. And it's not just for swearing.
Pairings: America/Canada/America
Warnings: Uh, sex between male nations (though honestly, if you're reading Hetalia fanfic you cannot be surprised), violence and slight historical liberties in places.
Disclaimer: Standard and not actually useful disclaimer goes here.
Author's Notes: De-anon from the kink meme, no doubt a few people recognize this. I'll slowly post edited chapters here, once a week or so. I won't give a schedule, I'll never follow it. Three more pages to go, sorry this one's so short, I'll put another out tomorrow.
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"Matt, Matt!" Alfred calls pushing past reporters and other people in a mad rush to reach the quickly retreating blond. "Fuck," he mutters concisely, sending several shocked humans farther than any person his size has a right to send someone, "fuck."
Matthew turns a corner and Alfred abandons sense and sprints after him, calling apologies behind him to the disgruntled Canadian citizens. "Matt stop," he says, panting slightly as he manages to wrap a hand around Matthew's arm and tug him into a small alley between two shops, "don't listen to him."
Matthew's eyes are wide, brows furrowed and he opens his mouth slowly before closing it again. Finally he speaks, voice tinged with a little confusion, "who shouldn't I listen to?" He asks, and Alfred stares at him, dumbfounded.
"Richard of course!" Alfred exclaims, and the look on Matthew's face melts away, only for him to roll his eyes.
"Why," he asks slowly, "in the world would I listen to your president in regards to my personal life." Alfred opens his mouth to answer and Matthew shushes him curtly, "for heaven's sake Al, I'm well over two hundred years older then the man, I do not need him to dictate who I cannot interact with and on what level. Why would you think that?" Alfred flushes a little, before sticking his tongue out childishly.
"Well you just ran off, and beside, we listen to people centuries our junior all the time."
Matthew smiles fondly at that before taking Alfred's arm and walking him back down the street. "Well first, I have a meeting I don't want to be late for, and second, we listen to them as nations, not as people." Alfred pouts a little at that, linking Matthew's arm with his.
"How was I supposed to know that?" He asks, letting the other subject drop. Matthew just gives him a look which clearly says, 'I told you, idiot,' but Alfred opts to ignore that in favour of further questioning. "So where's your meeting?"
"Your hotel," Matthew replies breezily, "Pierre is spying on Nixon I think." Alfred laughs at that. His natural paranoia would usually rear it's ugly head with any other nation, but the rivalry between their own bosses has been a source of morbid amusement for the nations lately.
"It's probably going both ways," Alfred replies wryly, "they really, really hate each other." Matthew nods, face brightening into what Alfred selfishly thinks of as his smile.
"Mm, he's not fond of you either," Matthew says and Alfred throws him a wounded look, one that's ridiculously exaggerated.
"And what did he have to say?" He asks in his best Arthur impression. Which, admittedly, is very good.
"He said living next to you is like being in bed with an elephant," Matthew replies, grin turning mischievous. Alfred absorbs this information before casting a slightly worried glance at his lover.
"I'm not that bad, am I?" He queries and Matthew giggles.
"No, but you do steal the covers," the Canadian says seriously. Alfred laughs at that, relief filling him and in a moment they are at the hotel. "I'll see you later then," Matthew says, and Alfred nods.
"Yeah, I should head back, Richard's probably annoyed that I went missing." He grins sheepishly at that and Matthew gives him a small push back in the direction they'd come from.
"Go," he says firmly, then disappears between double doors. Alfred grins happily despite the falsely curt order.
"It's a good day," he says to himself, "a damn good day."
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