WARNING: FrUK. And UKFrCan.
***YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED***
Canada wished he could ignore it.
His brother no longer seemed depressed, but there was something else, too, that had changed.
He couldn't look at Alfred anymore without seeing that faint echo of sorrow and fear.
He didn't know for sure what had caused it, but he had a good guess.
And it made him angry.
So angry that he was abandoning his trailer and stalking over to France and England's trailer, with the cold wind biting his cheeks and numbing his fingertips. Of course, he was not so angry that he'd forgotten to leave a note to Alfred explaining where he'd gone. But he was forgetting about that, and, really, he was well past the point of not caring about his brother anymore.
The door was locked, but Matthew, being the organizer of the event, had keys to every trailer. He fished around in his pocket for the ring and pulled the ring out. As he fumbled with them, he heard a few noises from inside the trailer. He stopped. What had sounded like muffled giggling and thumping had faded, however. If he put his ear to the door, though, and listened… This time he was sure of it—someone inside was laughing softly, or perhaps crying. Occasionally that would break off into a moan. As the moan escalated and the pitch crept higher, almost to a shriek, someone else laughed, and it all started again. Matthew wished he knew what was going on in there.
He tore his attention away from the noises and found the key labeled "Trailer 4". He stuffed it into the lock and twisted it. The combined forces of his anger and his curiosity had the door open in seconds. The giggling and moaning did not stop. In fact, he thought the laughter was growing louder as he walked nearer.
Matthew was sure by this point that the sounds were coming from behind one of the beds. He held his breath as he approached, overcome by an inexplicable feeling of mischief. He walked to the back of the bed, leaned over, and shouted, "BOO!"
France and England both jumped, and then stared in confusion as Matthew dissolved into laughter. England was the first to recover his senses, and sprang up, grabbing Matthew by his mane of blond hair.
"America you buffoon!" he hissed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Matthew noticed then that Alfred was wearing his… waiter costume. The waiter costume. The infamous waiter costume that was rumored all over the world… Matthew managed to choke, "I'm not America, I'm Canada," before collapsing into hilarity again.
England glared at him for a while, which only served to make Matthew laugh harder, for it is not easy to look intimidating when you are wearing only a short apron and a collar. France stood up, too, and Matthew felt as though he was going to die—he's wearing a maid outfit!
"What is it, mon chère?" he asked, fingering the fringe of his skirt. The skirt was so short that this fiddling almost raised the hem to the point of indecency. France's blue eyes fell on Canada, and his face brightened. "Canada! You have interrupted our romance—but that is all well, for I am sure I would not be averse to letting you join in—would you, Angleterre?"
Matthew looked up happily at France. "Eh? You want me to help?"
"Bloody hell no," England snapped. He hated to be reminded of the fact that he was willingly France's lover, and would never admit it to any other nation. "He's not joining it. Remember today that we agreed I would—"
"Mathieu wants to help, non?" France smiled, reaching out to stroke England. The apron must have been backless, for England immediately shuddered and tried to slap his hand away, blushing.
"Alright, fine." England scowled at Matthew. "Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on your idiot brother to make sure he's not running off and doing… whatever to Russia?"
Matthew froze for a moment in taking his sweatshirt off. "Eh…well, he's probably off screwing Russia right now," he said, almost proudly.
England pressed his knuckles to his forehead, sighing. "Why I ever get mixed up with you people, I will never know." He couldn't continue speaking, for France, now completely naked except for a rose, tackled them both.
Alfred scowled at the scribbled note on the coffee table. It said simply, "Am at France + England's. –CAN" This was easy enough to understand. But it meant more walking. Their trailer was on the other side of the park. And Alfred didn't feel like walking all the way there just so he could ask Mattie where his baseball was… He sighed and went back to looking for it.
After fifteen minutes, he had all his personal items that he had brought over to Matthew's trailer. Except for the baseball. He looked around for another ten minutes until the phone rang.
"America here."
"Привет, my dear." Russia's voice was deep and soft, and it sent a wonderful chill down Alfred's spine, even as a cold spot began to sit in his belly. "Why are you late? I have been waiting."
"I'm getting my stuff. I just have to find my baseball. I think Canada stole it."
"Hmm." Ivan purred, and Alfred wished he could throw himself through the phone line and into the Russian's arms. "Do you want me to—"
Alfred laughed nervously. "No, please. Don't even think about it. I'll get it."
"Very well. See you later, my dear."
Alfred grinned. "In bed?"
Ivan's voice dripped with amused seduction. "Hopefully."
There was a click, and Alfred, suddenly much more cheerful, hung up. As he turned around, he saw Canada's pet polar bear, staring at him through beady black eyes.
"I won't let you two hurt him," it said softly.
Alfred glared at it. "What do you want? Go away. Go find your master."
Kumajirou held him for a moment in his frosty gaze, then turned and silently padded to the front of the trailer. Alfred was slightly unnerved by the encounter, and decided that anything that grew up in such cold conditions could be very, very creepy.
As he walked the distance to Trailer 4, mulling this over, he caught sight of Ivan standing at the door of their trailer. He smiled and waved, and grinned as Ivan waved back. "Be there in a moment!" he called. He saw a responding flash of white teeth from his lover.
The door was ajar as he walked up to it. Alfred swore he could hear sounds coming from inside. But that was to be expected—you can't have France and England within twenty feet of each other without them arguing. Or making out, depending on how drunk they were.
But, no matter how well he knew the European nations, he would never be as shocked as he was when he entered the trailer and saw them. He couldn't speak or move for a good half a minute, during which the full force of the scene before him imprinted itself on his brain.
France was lying on the ground, naked, moaning in delight as England... fucked him. That in itself felt like a reversal of global polarity, but was made even more so by the fact that Mattie was lying on top of him, giving him a blowjob. Alfred tried to make sense of this for a moment, but gave up and screamed, "What the fuck are you doing?"
England glanced at him for a second, but ignored him and continued to thrust into his lover. France smirked, and reached up to Matthew's ass. He licked his fingers and began rubbing them on the smooth skin, slipping them deeper and deeper into the space between the cheeks. Matthew began moaning, too, and almost took his mouth off France's cock as the European's hands traveled lower. France leaned up further, and began licking where his fingers had recently caressed. A shudder traveled through Mattie's entire body, and he began crying out around the Eiffel Tower in his mouth.
Alfred had seen enough, and let all his voice into a scream.
Ivan had heard Alfred yell from France and England's trailer, but he assumed that was merely America shouting at his brother, and had ignored it. He could not, however, ignore Alfred running, screaming, out of the trailer.
Alfred ran up to him and leaped on Ivan, wrapping his arms and legs around him. "Let's-go-inside-and-have-hot-sex-right-now-please," he whispered quickly into Ivan's ear.
"What about the baseball?" Ivan asked, confused.
Alfred shook his head and buried his face in Ivan's scarf. Ivan shrugged and went inside.
mon chere- my dear (French)
non- no (French)
Angleterre- England (French)
Okay, here's another smexxx chapter-this time with that pairing we all know and love, with a twist! Angst leads to some very fun things to write. ^_^ I hope you like it! I'll be working more now, so expect more common updates.