okay chapter two! please comment and let me know if i should continue or just abandon this one!
Matt had followed the directions too a T! He did everything the stupid book said... All that seemed to happen was a small explosion that ruined his couch and gave off an awful purple coloured smoke that made him feel sick. He was up all night puking. That damn insane pair of eyebrows probably made the damn thing to blow up. He should have known better. He didn't feel different at all and now he was now late for the meeting!
At least a benefit to being unnoticed was being able to slip quietly into a room, he thought grumpily. he softly opened the door and closed it behind him before realizing Ludwig had stopped talking. All eyes in the board room were on him.
"Dude! Your late broski!" came Alfreds loud voice.
Matt started to sweat, everyone was looking at him. Some with a slight annoyance and others seemed to be trying to remember his name.. But they were. All. Looking. At. Him. He cleared his throat and muttered an apology taking a seat next to Francis.
"Mon cheri!" Francis began quietly once Germany had resumed talking. "You look awful! what ever is the matter?"
"uhm.." Matthew looked around " A-are you talking to m-me?" he looked around and was only further unnerved by other nations eyeing him. Italy even waved! "I, wasn't feeling so good last night... J-just tired..."
Matthew thought over all the meeting went well. He was called on every issue, he got all of his opinions out. Maybe the spell had worked! He was finally being seen! A smile spread across his face.
That smile did not fade all day. At their two hour break he had been talked up by several countries before he even left the board room. Hungry had asked him to grab lunch and he politely accepted. by the end of break a small crowd gathered around their lunch table chatting, asking the canadian about his country and laughing. He was shy and quiet at first, but by the end of the hours he was getting more comfortable.
"Moose can't really be that big" scoffed southern italy
"Does it snow all year round?" asked Japan.
"Tell us a Canadian joke Mattie!" yelled America over everyone
He blushed and thought for a second," Okay, what's the difference between a Canadian and an american?" he asked Smirking at Alfred who was sitting down the table from him. A few voices asking what and he answered " Canadians not only have a sense of humour, but they also know how to spell it" the countries around them laughed. (except for America "what? I don't get it!")
The group entered the meeting room in a buzz. Matthew was smiling but happy for the quiet. It was kinda exhausting getting attention... Was this what it was like for everyone? Happily he sat in his seat taking notes when his phone buzzed. He held it under the table. Arthur sent him a text?
England- Want to get dinner old chap?
Just then three more buzzed him his eyes grew wide
Russia- we should play hockey this weekend, da?
N Italy- I'm making Pasta after the meeting! come have some Canada! It'll be fun!
the last one confused him. he looked at the german who had not stopped speaking on the podium.
Germany- We should get a beer and discuss your input further.
How did he even... He turned his phone off for the rest of the meeting.
After the meeting was called to a close everyone started to get up. Groans and stretching all around. Matt almost jumped out of his skin and pale hands were around his eyes "Guess who birdie!"
"Gi-Prussia?"
"hah! you got it!" he lowered his hands "Lets go drink!"
"I'm sorry, but the lad was going to get dinner with me!" cut in arthur.
"no way Mattie! you need to come hang out with me! We can chill and watch hockey and eat that weird french fry cheese stuff you like!"
"No.. Matvy, come with me and we can get out of the ice" Ivan interjected as he put a hand on the blonde shoulder.
"Hey! Back up off my brother you commie!"
"Matthew, I have maple ice cream and Netherlands brought some brownies, come hand with us."
"Okay! that's it" Al pulled a flustered and bright red Matthew towards the door " I have to save you from all the commies! "
"Get back here you git! Unhand Matthew!" Arthur grabbed onto matthews over arm.
Matt looked around in a panic. He tried to speak over their shouting but he was too quiet. He huffed a sigh and stood on the conference table and whistled. "Hey! everyone! shut up!" he sighed when they were all quiet and blushed putting a hand behind his head "M-Maybe we could all just go out... together? " begrudgingly everyone agreed.
All the nations Matt had any sort of contact with were at the bar, even a few he barely knew. All night different people bought him drinks, the women, and even a few men, dragged him out to dance with them. Eventually Matt pleaded exhaustion and Ducked out. Luckily most nations didn't follow him. He got out of it with only Arthur and Francis flanking him. ( Alfred would have joined them.. But Russia had made a remark about Matthew becoming one with mother Russia and Alfred was being restrained by Japan and Germany before he could commit suicide via Ivan)
"Quite a crowd tonight lad!" a hand clapped on his shoulder
"Oui! Who knew mon cheri had so many friends! Not a surprise of course, look at you! You look just like papa!" Francis swept him into a hug and Arthur started hitting him over the head
"Leave the boy alone you bloody frog!"
Matthew squeaked away and dashed for his hotel room before they could stop him
"Good night Arthur, Francis!" he said closing and locking the door... How exhausting. He slumped down on the bed without even bothering to get undressed.