"MATTHEW! MATE WHERE ARE YA!" came a rather loud shout from the front of a silver Canadian plane, this voice belonged to none other than one Keith Kirkland, also known as Australia among his fellow countries and boss. As the Australian walked down the easel of the plane, people took in his stunning appearance. His dark brown hair shone in the light, bouncing slightly with each step he took, two small spikes at the front of his head sticking outwards pointing towards the sky defying gravity completely, his attire was simple one you would expect a business man to wear before heading to a meeting; a dark cream coloured blazer with matching trousers. however as if to ruin the illusion, he had decided to wear his usual hiking boots and sun hat along with his permanent plaster which was spread across the bridge of his nose below his dark green eyes, above said eyes sat . around his neck he wore a necklace his 'mother' had made him when he was a child; a leather string which hung loosely against his collar bone, decorated with 6 yellow, orange and blue beads, one of each colour on each side of a eagle feather made water proof with the help of a little magic which was attacked to the leather with a series of tightly woven string. Ever since the day Arthur had given the necklace to his Australian son, the boy hadn't taken it off throughout the development from boy to teen to man, the necklace had been constant throughout his life he loved it with all of his being, it had given him confidence and comfort when he felt alone, even with all his loved ones around him Keith still felt so lonely at times, his necklace was a reminder of all thoughs who loved him and wanted him around.
"OI MATTHEW ANSWER ME WILL YA?" he shouted again, cupping his hands around his mouth in an attempt to become louder, not that it was really needed. At the action though one slender arm flung up from a seat at the back of the plane, one seat away from the window 'there he is' Keith thought as he made a B line towards the hand and open seat next to it. upon reaching his destination within the plane, Keith flung himself onto his Canadian brother knowing he would need every bit of reassurance he could get, the Australian man knew the blonde boy in front of him would never truly voice his worries to anyone other than their father/mother but he was still there just in case he was needed.
"Keith~" Matthew mumbled within his brothers shoulder, fake annoyance sounding more like a whine emitting from his lips causing the brown haired man to chuckle softly "I told you not to shout on the plane~ people will think we are crazy" he muttered gently squeezing the man in an attempt to tell him off, it was failing horribly if the fact that the country was laughing quietly was anything to go by slowly Keith slid to the side, plopping down into his seat next to the window, Matthew and he had made an agreement since Keith always felt claustrophobic in anything that moved and Matthew was scared of crowds, Australia always sat next to the window so he could focus on the sky outside whilst Canada sat next to him, away from the window either fast asleep or his nose stuck within a book. right now though it was neither of the two as he sat trying to keep the worry off of his face, he couldn't stop thinking about what his father might be feeling at the moment, why did he always look so sad when he thought no one was looking? why did he always look so tired? why didn't he tell them what was wrong so they could help? all of these questions and more swam around in his mind, other questions like what would Alfred do if he found out about this? will he leave me? what would Alfred think if he told him he thought his father was ill? he couldn't stop all of these thoughts raining down on him along with the onslaught of worry and guilt, he had seen what his brother and France had been doing to his father what they had been saying, sure he had managed to stop a lot of the much worse and irrational things from happening, but he couldn't help but think there was more he could have done. He was the second largest nation in the world damn it! he could have intimidated them or used his strength to stop them physically, contrary to what others thought Matthew could easily give Alfred a run for his money in the strength area he could just control it better, But he had never intervened when his brother and French carer picked on his father being against violence he chose to take the calm root, using his words to convince his brother that he would never win Arthurs heart if he continued the way he was going, in fact it would probably drive the Brit away.
He had convinced himself that he was helping in the background, when all he was doing was ignoring the matter at hand, his father was being hurt both physically and emotionally and he couldn't do anything to stop it, not on his own at least. when he finally realized that he decided that he, Australia and new Zealand should all talk to their father/mother within the waiting time between meetings stopping any chances of Alfred and Francis hurting his father within the intervals. Canada wouldn't lie he had been over the moon when his uncles had turned up at the last meeting all surrounding his father, it meant neither France or America could get to him during the meeting, he felt mean for taking joy in his brothers misfortune, or as Prussia would have put it 'schandenfreude', but if it meant England was safe he didn't mind the feeling.
A tanned hand waving in front of his eyes brought the blonde haired boy out of his thoughts, snapping his violet eyes to the right he was met with worried green eyes which matched Arthur's.
"You alright mate? Not feeling ill are ya?" Keith asked, his hand resting against Matthew's pale forehead checking him for a temperature, oblivious of his brothers embarrassment as a light blush spread across his cheeks.
"N-no I-I I'm f-f-fine thanks K-K-Keith" the blonde haired country stuttered out, something he hadn't done for at least three years now, scolding himself mentally for letting his verbal tick show its self again as it had taken his father two years to help him stop stuttering so that he wasn't bullied at world meetings.
"you sure mate? you're stuttering again, has your fear of crowds come back again! cause if it has I can ask if we can move to a privet part of the plane, I can pull a few strings and drop a few names and-" Keith kept chattering on about what he could do to help the Canadian, the fact that his brother by bond was willing to do so much for Matthew just because he stuttered made the blonde man smile, jumping up he hugged his brother tightly as to reassure him that he was ok.
"Don't w-worry so much Keith, I am fine I promise ok? I was just thinking and you shocked me out of it ok? Nothing more and nothing less so just... relax" Matthew explained as he slowly began to fall asleep in the worried Australians arms, his thoughts tiring him out to the point of exhaustion. Keith couldn't help but find this act extremely cute as his younger brother curled against his chest, unconsciously moving closer to the source of heat that was his brothers body, reaching around Matthew, Keith pulled out his Mp3 player, placing the buds into his ears and pressing play he began to zone out to the gently rhythm of Canada's breathing and the lulling sound of guitar solos, muttering the unheard lyrics for the songs as they played. Smiling slightly when he thought about seeing his 'mother' again, he hadn't managed to get to the most recent meeting due to Wy feeling ill but from what New Zealand had told him there was another fight between their mother and Alfred which had resulted with Arthur and Cymru leaving the room for a while. 'Alfred... you have a lot of explaining to do' was Australia's last thought before, he to, decided to catch a quick nap before his new adventure started with his brother and mum at his side, a small smile gracing his face as the wisp's of darkness took over his mind bringing him down into a peaceful sleep.