Sorry about last week, i was up near Seattle helping my bff comfort her mother who had her engagement broken by some dick that can't make up his damn mind {sorry a little protective of my soul sisters mother} he's giving her the 'i still love you but i have a feeling this wont work out' speech. uhg. anyway...
Alfred knew immediately that it was hockey season.
Every nation in the room was staring at the late comer in a mix of shock and admiration.
Matthew had a beard; Alfred knew for a fact that he only grew a beard when hockey season started, in fact sometimes he and Sweden would join him. Russia wasn't allowed to after the last time, no one knew what to call it but it had been terrifying, Russia and beard were now forbidden words to use in the same sentence.
"…You look like France." England sputtered. Matthew frowned; Alfred subtly scooted away from England. Hockey season was not a good time to make Matthew angry.
"You would know wouldn't you Angleterre." Matthew said with a lewd grin. England dropped his tea, France was out of his chair laughing and looking so proud.
Alfred just sighed; he should be used to this by now.