Sorry I've been away for so long, busy busy busy with life ya'know.
{I notice I end a lot of France's lines with ~. I think he just deserves his own squiggly punctuation.}
Alfred didn't mean to do it, dumping his soda down the front of Matthew's shirt was an accident. Unfortunately accidents sometimes bring up bad memories.
"I'm sorry Mattie!" Alfred says pulling his brothers shirt up over his head.
"A-Alfred what are you doing?!" Matthew whispers harshly, his face is red and he refuses to look at anything other than Alfred's face. The nations in the room all giggled and a few even whistled (France).
"Duh Mattie, I'm taking off your shirt, it's all wet." Alfred sighs dropping his brother's shirt on the ground and begun talking off his own.
"Alfred please don't do this~" Matthew whines quietly, sometimes he wished he had a normal brother. Then again, he figures that his life wouldn't be as fun. Before Matthew could take the shirt from his outstretched hand it was plucked up by France in a fit of lewd giggling.
"Papa!" Matthew sighs.
"I think the world would benefit from you two sitting in this meeting shirtless." He says in way of explanation.
"What are those?" Italy asks politely, pointing to the matching scars on both boys chests.
Matthew looks over at Alfred's face and sees his eyes clouded with dark memories, Alfred reaches up and covers the scar across his heart with his hand.
"We had an argument a long time ago; we don't like to talk about it… because sometimes it hurts to remember." Matthew says taking his brothers hand and squeezing it.