Should've Gone to Vegas (4/?)
anonymous
November 10 2009, 02:43:26 UTC
It turned out that Alfred wanted to be very involved in planning the wedding.
Not that Matthew minded, of course. It was making Alfred happy to be planning their wedding with Feliks and Toris, and that in turn made Matthew happy. (Especially when that happiness carried into the bedroom at night.)
Besides, he had what he wanted: they were getting married at Niagara and Alfred was his bride. Sure, Alfred was denying it until his face turned blue, but that didn't change the fact that today he was out with his planners and bridesmaids dress shopping.
The fact that Matthew had hinted he'd really like it if he wore the dress had nothing to do with it at all. Really. He would NEVER take advantage of Alfred's all-overwhelming desire to please him.
Really, he wouldn't.
So what had Matthew done all day while they were out? He had paid a long, somewhat uncomfortable and awkward visit to Arthur. He knew he wasn't taking the whole thing very well; especially when the news broke about the pending dual democracy. But Matthew also knew that Alfred was stressing out over asking Arthur to be the one to give him away. After all, Arthur was the closest thing Alfred had to a father.
Before he could do that, Matthew had to assure Arthur that just because he was marrying Alfred did not mean he was leaving the union. They would still have their own sovereign governments, and Canada would still be part of the Commonwealth. They were just also going to have representation in each others' governments.
The talk had gone well enough, he supposed. Well, once he managed to convince Arthur that slamming the door in his face and deadbolting it shut wasn't good for relations between their countries, anyway.
When he got home, Alfred was laying on the chesterfield in the living room, reading a file. The news was on, and he had more documents from his boss scattered all over the coffee table. At the end of the table, there was a large, colorful binder that Matthew assumed came from Feliks.
Alfred looked over what he was reading, and smiled as he set it aside, sitting up.
"Hey Mattie. Where were you all day?" Matthew smiled as he sat next to him.
"I just had to work on some diplomatic relations. Did you find a nice dress?"
He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as Alfred's face turned bright red.
"Hey, Feliks wants us to pick out the invitations so he can put in the order for them." The colorful binder was opened between them and an arm was around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Re: Should've Gone to Vegas (4/?)
anonymous
November 10 2009, 05:54:33 UTC
SHFJNDLFIQAUEFKGBAU"L WHAT.
I POST A COMMENT ON PART THREE AND THEN 3 SECONDS LATER. WHAT.
I love you.
This is great. Poor Arthur, being all nervous. I can see where this might freak him out more than a little. But my favorite part? Canada. You sneaky bastard. God, I love this story.
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anonymous
November 10 2009, 16:12:40 UTC
Pff. Don't you wish all fills could be like that? There are so many I would love to see more of on here.
I've been doing this all from Canada's POV so far, but I may start adding some Alfred chapters (for the wedding planning lulz - and that talk with Arthur), so I don't know yet if I'll get into Arthur's whole reaction to it. I tend to get introspective when I do that, and I'm trying to keep this a fairly light fic
Canada is a sneaky bastard. Someone's gotta call him on that one day.
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anonymous
November 10 2009, 16:15:33 UTC
Well, if he has OP's permission, he's DEFINITELY going to have to do some more manipulating then. XD
Not gonna lie, OP, everytime I picture Alfred in a wedding dress, I giggle. Part 5 will be up sometime tonight.
Hope you don't mind that this is going to go through the whole planning/ceremony/reception/and maybe the honeymoon? I'm like, the unofficial wedding planner in my family, so this just begged me to write it when I saw it.
Should've Gone to Vegas (5/?)
anonymous
November 11 2009, 04:27:01 UTC
When Alfred called to say the invitations had come in and they had to send them to everyone, Matthew told him to go ahead and do it. When Alfred had replied with a passive-aggression that Matthew had never heard from him before and hung up on him, Matthew thought he was turning into one of those Bridezillas that were constantly PMS-ing. When he called Francis to complain about it, he found himself rushing home and hoping his clothes wouldn't be all over the front yard.
How was he supposed to know that he had just told Alfred to write out the envelopes for more than 200 invitations by himself?
He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled into the driveway and was met with an empty yard. The smile faded as he walked inside and was met with the scowling faces of Alfred's states, who had come to help work on the invitations.
"Oh! Look who it is! Mr. I'm-too-good-to-help-my-fiancee-plan-our-wedding-together! You listen, and you listen good, pal! The only reason I'm approving this marriage is because he insists you make him happy. But I got a few quarries I would be more than thrilled to dump your sorry carcass in if he ever even HINTS at the word." Matthew swallowed heavily. He had heard about New Jersey's quarries and didn't doubt her sincerity. Beside her, New York was nodding in agreement. That they were agreeing on something may have been more frightening than the threat itself.
"Oh, now come on y'all. We weren't called here to make the shotgun and a shovel speeches. Come sit over here by me, Matthew dear, and we'll try to have these done before he gets back, hm?"
There was a reason that Alfred had chosen Virginia to be his Maid of Honor, and her ever-calm demeanor had to be it. Matthew nodded and took the seat between Virginia and Alaska, who was visiting them this week.
Alaska looked up at him and smiled brightly, holding up the paper he had been working on. It had scribbles in lines across the paper.
"Ginny is letting me write Mama's invitation!" Matthew smiled as he took a stack of invitations and a portion of the guest list.
"Oh? What does it say? You know I'm not that good at reading." Alaska smiled and started running his finger along the scribbles as he read it out loud for him.
"Dear Mama. Daddy's getting married to Mattie. He's really cool. I like watching Mama and Mattie play hockey together. You should do it again sometime. And Daddy will watch too, and buy me hot chocolate like last time. That was really yummy. I get to be in the wedding! I'm going to be the ring bear! That's the most important job! You'll come watch me, right? Love, Alaska. Your coolest and most awesome kid ever!"
Matthew smiled and ruffled Alaska's hair as he turned to start working on the invitations. Next to him, Virginia finished writing the translation of Alaska's scribbles to include them in Russia's invitation.
The group worked in relative silence for the next couple of hours, with only the occasional barbed remarks from New York and New Jersey.
When Alfred came in with Indiana carrying a bag from GameStop and a couple of pizzas, he nearly dropped them to see Matthew sitting at the table, writing the address on the last of the invitations as Alaska leaned against his arm, asleep.
Virginia cleared her throat and stood, taking the pizzas.
"We'll go ahead and get everything set up for dinner, and y'all can relax." She gave a not so subtle look to the other states, who quickly got up, filing into the kitchen after her with final warning glares at Matthew. Indiana stopped, picking up Alaska, carrying him in with her.
Matthew sighed and put down his pen as he turned to look at Alfred.
"Al, I'm really sor--"
If this was how Alfred accepted apologies, he'd have to do it more often.
Should've Gone to Vegas (6/?)
anonymous
November 12 2009, 00:01:52 UTC
This and the next chapter are largely the "Meet the Family, They Hate You" part of the whole mess that is a wedding.
Despite their complaints about how no one knew how to make pizza right, New York and New Jersey had calmed down considerably, and, while they didn't apologize for being so rude to Matthew, he knew they forgave him for the misunderstanding. For the time being anyway. Indiana had taken Alaska upstairs to get bathed and ready for bed. Virginia was in the dining room, stamping the envelopes so she could bring them to the post office on her way home tomorrow, humming along with some song on her mp3 player.
He looked over as Alfred walked out of the kitchen, still on the phone, and sat next to him.
"Of course it's no trouble! It's been a while since I've been able to see you. …What? You can't stay at a hotel! I'm sure the others wouldn't mind making room for you. …Well, Virginia and Indiana. And of course, Alaska is here this week. Oh! And New York and New Jersey are here, but I think they're getting ready to leave now …Of course they don't hate you! …Well, at least stop in before you do. We'll be awake. ...See you later then." Matthew raised a brow as he watched Alfred put the phone on the table.
"Texas just flew in with Oklahoma and Arizona to visit. They'll be stopping by soon." Matthew knew he shouldn't feel jealous, but he couldn't help it. If there was anyone Alfred loved more than him, it was any one of his states. The smile on his face right now was proof of that.
He wondered if there would ever be time for just Alfred and him during the next few months. With so many sudden visitors, Alfred's attention was being stretched in all sorts of different directions. When was the last time he had done something absolutely ridiculous to show he loved him? Before they were engaged?
Before he could dwell on the thought, New York was thrown back from where his was opening the front door and someone was barging in. It only took a glance at the unmistakable red and black flannel and ridiculously large belt buckle to know who it was.
Alberta.
"Matt! What the hell are all these damned states doing here? Do they have to follow that idiot boyfriend of yours everywhere?" Matthew sighed. Alfred's states all called him Dad, whether they were his kids by birth or he adopted them. Some of them were older than him, and still called him Dad; though he was fairly certain that was as a joke. His provinces? Well…
Before he could reply, New York had regained his bearings and decided it would be a good idea to get up in Alberta's face, despite the province towering over him.
"You talking to me? You talking to ME?" He turned to look at New Jersey, who was paying more attention to her nails as she filed them. "Was he talking to me?"
New Jersey sighed as she blew the dust off her nail. "No, you moron. He was talking to Mattie ABOUT you. There's a difference. Now can we get going? I don't want to be driving all night. I wanted to fly, but noooo, 'Let's drive!' he says. Well, that was just a brilliant plan, wasn't it?"
Matthew exchanged glances with Alfred, and they nodded before getting up to try and diffuse the situation.
"New Jersey, now's not the best time to be arguing with your brother. New York, how many times do I have to tell you that nobody's talking to you?" Alfred was moving his arm around New York's shoulder, pulling him away from Alberta as Matthew moved in, steering Alberta in the opposite direction.
"Alberta…what brings you here?"
Alberta pulled away roughly, rolling up his sleeves before pointing to Matthew.
"I'm here to oppose your marriage…" He moved his finger to point to where Alfred was still trying to calm down New York and New Jersey, who had started bickering amongst themselves, "to that idiot! Do you really want to be associated with…with…that?"
Matthew sighed and wondered if he had any idea how similar this was to the conversation he had had with Arthur a few days earlier.
As he led the still loudly protesting province to the kitchen to grab some beers, he tried to assure himself that all families were like this.
Should've Gone to Vegas (7/?)
anonymous
November 12 2009, 03:47:35 UTC
Matthew had hoped that giving Alberta something to drink would have distracted him from his purpose for being there. Unfortunately, they passed Virginia on their way out of the kitchen, who was still happily stamping away, oblivious to the chaos around her.
In the living room, there was a yell, a bump, and glass shattering. Matthew hurried out to see what happened, and found New York and New Jersey's squabble had turned into an out and out war, with Alfred stuck in the middle trying to keep them separated.
In the two seconds he had looked away, Alberta descended on his next target, taking the invitation Virginia was holding out her hands, looking at it.
"British Columbia?! Why the hell do you have to invite her?! You know she's just going to try and get everyone stoned so they'll agree to go out and hug trees with her! Hell, when she responds she's going to call to yell at you for killing a tree for her invitation!" Virginia scowled and stood up, snatching the invitation back from him.
"Well, funny that. We've already had most of the provinces call askin' not to invite y'all to the occasion. I see clear as day now why they didn't want y'all around."
There was another crash in the living room. Matthew clenched the sides of his head. This was getting out of control.
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW! You're scaring Alaska with all the noise you're making down here!"
There was silence as all eyes turned to where Indiana was on the stairs, holding Alaska, who was crying and calling for Alfred. Alfred hurried over and took Alaska from her, rubbing his back lightly as he kissed his forehead. Any other time, Matthew would have thought it was cute. Alright. He found it cute this time, but it was regrettable that he had to do it.
Looking a bit sheepish, New York and New Jersey went over to Alfred, mumbling their apologies. New Jersey gave him a quick, embarrassed kiss on the cheek while New York picked up their bags, and the two made a hasty exit.
Virginia sighed as she sat back down at the table.
"Y'all see what you did? Poor Alaska's already up past his bedtime. Now y'all sit down here and help me finish putting the stamps on these, or I'll make sure that British Columbia AND Saskatchewan are at your table for the reception. How's that now, dear?"
Alberta looked ready to protest loudly, again, but sharp looks from Matthew, Alfred, Virginia, and Indiana left it to die in his mouth. He settled for mumbling about "stupid states," "stupid weddings," and "why didn't he get picked to be an usher, he was the most important province" as he picked up a stack of invitations and took a sheet of stamps from a smirking Virginia.
Matthew watched Alfred move the table back in place with his foot before he walked over and started picking up the broken glass.
"Sorry. I'll buy you a new one, Mattie." He looked up at Alfred, who was smiling sheepishly at him. He wasn't mad to start with, and if he had been, he couldn't have stayed that way.
"It's fine. It was just one of those cheap vases. I can get another one anywhere."
It warmed Matthew when Alfred gave him that special smile that was reserved for him alone. The moment was ruined when the door once again flew open. Didn't anyone know what knocking was anymore?
"Well, howdy! Hope you haven't been having too much fun without us." Texas blinked as he looked around at all the serious faces in the room.
Behind him, Arizona shot his toy gun in Matthew's direction, making the "bang, bang" noises, and Oklahoma just pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling something about him not being able to read the atmosphere and getting it from Alfred.
Re: Should've Gone to Vegas (7/?)
anonymous
November 12 2009, 05:53:00 UTC
Fffffffff ohmygod authoranon this has quickly become one of my favorite fills :D and you managed to include states (god damn it Alaska is the cutest thing ever) and provinces 8D so triple the awesome because this is America/Canada and you are a fabulous writer~
God this only makes me wonder how insane their actual wedding is going to be lmao
Should've Gone to Vegas (8/?)
anonymous
November 13 2009, 01:22:48 UTC
He didn't want to be here doing this.
Ok, he did.
Otherwise it never would have come up, and it's not like he hated the guy or anything. They had a special relationship after all. They were like...like...Homer and Bart Simpson. Yeah. That was good. Homer and Bart. Epic.
But Iggy had been a little mad at him for the past month or so. Said he was taking away his baby, or something like that.
Alfred wasn't going to point out that technically, he and Mattie didn't know whose babies they actually were, but they weren't Iggy's. He also wouldn't say anything about Francis being the one who had raised Mattie when he could have been considered a baby. And finally, he wasn't going to say a word about the fact that Mattie had been the one who proposed to him.
Iggy was there at the restaurant. He knew.
Iggy was there at the hospital. He KNEW.
He just chose to ignore it. Well, he was pretty drunk at the time, too. Maybe he just remembered it wrong?
Alfred almost wished he had someone else he could have considered a "father." He loved Iggy, of course. He was pretty sure Iggy loved him, too. It was just very clear that he loved Mattie more. Alfred couldn't blame him for that. Mattie was amazing. Anyone that didn't love him was an idiot.
The fact that half the time he forgot who he was in the past didn't mean anything, because he was trying hard to make up for it lately. Though, with Feliks dragging him around everywhere, and all the kids showing up, and having to plan things, the only time they had for each other the past month has been in bed. And Alaska has been having nightmares lately, so they couldn't even get that time alone.
He hated weddings. Everyone should have listened to him from the start, and they should've just gone to Vegas. No mess, no fuss, no nearly having a heart attack at the prospect of having to write out all those invitations alone. Sure, he forgave Mattie for that. He could have explained it better, but still. Really?
What it all came down to was that Mattie wanted a wedding. So, he'd do it. All of it. The invitations, letting Feliks and Toris drag him to the girly stores to pick flowers and cakes, that stupid dress...
Okay, so the dress wasn't stupid. In fact, the one Toris had picked out for him was quite nice. Somehow, it looked damned good on him. Must just be how awesome he was.
"ALFRED, YOU BLOODY GIT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" Well, Iggy was just in a wonderful mood, wasn't he?
"Hey Iggy! How's it going?" Arthur scowled.
"It was going fine until I had to spend the past five minutes trying to get your attention, when you're the fool who knocked on my door!"
Oh.
"Haha! Sorry about that Iggy, I was thinking about Mattie. You know how I get. So, uhm, I'll just make this quick. I'm sure we both have things to do...Will you walk me down the aisle in the wedding?"
Alfred blinked as the door slammed in his face then nodded a bit to himself.
That had to be a yes.
**************** So, Alfred got a little away from me with his ADD, (see, this is why he can't think about Matthew: he gets distracted from what he's supposed to be doing)but...yeah...
Not that Matthew minded, of course. It was making Alfred happy to be planning their wedding with Feliks and Toris, and that in turn made Matthew happy. (Especially when that happiness carried into the bedroom at night.)
Besides, he had what he wanted: they were getting married at Niagara and Alfred was his bride. Sure, Alfred was denying it until his face turned blue, but that didn't change the fact that today he was out with his planners and bridesmaids dress shopping.
The fact that Matthew had hinted he'd really like it if he wore the dress had nothing to do with it at all. Really. He would NEVER take advantage of Alfred's all-overwhelming desire to please him.
Really, he wouldn't.
So what had Matthew done all day while they were out? He had paid a long, somewhat uncomfortable and awkward visit to Arthur. He knew he wasn't taking the whole thing very well; especially when the news broke about the pending dual democracy. But Matthew also knew that Alfred was stressing out over asking Arthur to be the one to give him away. After all, Arthur was the closest thing Alfred had to a father.
Before he could do that, Matthew had to assure Arthur that just because he was marrying Alfred did not mean he was leaving the union. They would still have their own sovereign governments, and Canada would still be part of the Commonwealth. They were just also going to have representation in each others' governments.
The talk had gone well enough, he supposed. Well, once he managed to convince Arthur that slamming the door in his face and deadbolting it shut wasn't good for relations between their countries, anyway.
When he got home, Alfred was laying on the chesterfield in the living room, reading a file. The news was on, and he had more documents from his boss scattered all over the coffee table. At the end of the table, there was a large, colorful binder that Matthew assumed came from Feliks.
Alfred looked over what he was reading, and smiled as he set it aside, sitting up.
"Hey Mattie. Where were you all day?" Matthew smiled as he sat next to him.
"I just had to work on some diplomatic relations. Did you find a nice dress?"
He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as Alfred's face turned bright red.
"Hey, Feliks wants us to pick out the invitations so he can put in the order for them." The colorful binder was opened between them and an arm was around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Yeah. He found a nice dress.
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I POST A COMMENT ON PART THREE AND THEN 3 SECONDS LATER. WHAT.
I love you.
This is great. Poor Arthur, being all nervous. I can see where this might freak him out more than a little. But my favorite part? Canada. You sneaky bastard. God, I love this story.
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I've been doing this all from Canada's POV so far, but I may start adding some Alfred chapters (for the wedding planning lulz - and that talk with Arthur), so I don't know yet if I'll get into Arthur's whole reaction to it. I tend to get introspective when I do that, and I'm trying to keep this a fairly light fic
Canada is a sneaky bastard. Someone's gotta call him on that one day.
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I adore this anon. The end of part 4 especially made me squee! I look forward to part 5!
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Not gonna lie, OP, everytime I picture Alfred in a wedding dress, I giggle. Part 5 will be up sometime tonight.
Hope you don't mind that this is going to go through the whole planning/ceremony/reception/and maybe the honeymoon? I'm like, the unofficial wedding planner in my family, so this just begged me to write it when I saw it.
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How was he supposed to know that he had just told Alfred to write out the envelopes for more than 200 invitations by himself?
He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled into the driveway and was met with an empty yard. The smile faded as he walked inside and was met with the scowling faces of Alfred's states, who had come to help work on the invitations.
"Oh! Look who it is! Mr. I'm-too-good-to-help-my-fiancee-plan-our-wedding-together! You listen, and you listen good, pal! The only reason I'm approving this marriage is because he insists you make him happy. But I got a few quarries I would be more than thrilled to dump your sorry carcass in if he ever even HINTS at the word." Matthew swallowed heavily. He had heard about New Jersey's quarries and didn't doubt her sincerity. Beside her, New York was nodding in agreement. That they were agreeing on something may have been more frightening than the threat itself.
"Oh, now come on y'all. We weren't called here to make the shotgun and a shovel speeches. Come sit over here by me, Matthew dear, and we'll try to have these done before he gets back, hm?"
There was a reason that Alfred had chosen Virginia to be his Maid of Honor, and her ever-calm demeanor had to be it. Matthew nodded and took the seat between Virginia and Alaska, who was visiting them this week.
Alaska looked up at him and smiled brightly, holding up the paper he had been working on. It had scribbles in lines across the paper.
"Ginny is letting me write Mama's invitation!" Matthew smiled as he took a stack of invitations and a portion of the guest list.
"Oh? What does it say? You know I'm not that good at reading." Alaska smiled and started running his finger along the scribbles as he read it out loud for him.
"Dear Mama. Daddy's getting married to Mattie. He's really cool. I like watching Mama and Mattie play hockey together. You should do it again sometime. And Daddy will watch too, and buy me hot chocolate like last time. That was really yummy. I get to be in the wedding! I'm going to be the ring bear! That's the most important job! You'll come watch me, right? Love, Alaska. Your coolest and most awesome kid ever!"
Matthew smiled and ruffled Alaska's hair as he turned to start working on the invitations. Next to him, Virginia finished writing the translation of Alaska's scribbles to include them in Russia's invitation.
The group worked in relative silence for the next couple of hours, with only the occasional barbed remarks from New York and New Jersey.
When Alfred came in with Indiana carrying a bag from GameStop and a couple of pizzas, he nearly dropped them to see Matthew sitting at the table, writing the address on the last of the invitations as Alaska leaned against his arm, asleep.
Virginia cleared her throat and stood, taking the pizzas.
"We'll go ahead and get everything set up for dinner, and y'all can relax." She gave a not so subtle look to the other states, who quickly got up, filing into the kitchen after her with final warning glares at Matthew. Indiana stopped, picking up Alaska, carrying him in with her.
Matthew sighed and put down his pen as he turned to look at Alfred.
"Al, I'm really sor--"
If this was how Alfred accepted apologies, he'd have to do it more often.
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Alaska is adorable ♥
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I have a special place in my heart for Alaska though that could be because my OTP is Russia/America
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Despite their complaints about how no one knew how to make pizza right, New York and New Jersey had calmed down considerably, and, while they didn't apologize for being so rude to Matthew, he knew they forgave him for the misunderstanding. For the time being anyway. Indiana had taken Alaska upstairs to get bathed and ready for bed. Virginia was in the dining room, stamping the envelopes so she could bring them to the post office on her way home tomorrow, humming along with some song on her mp3 player.
He looked over as Alfred walked out of the kitchen, still on the phone, and sat next to him.
"Of course it's no trouble! It's been a while since I've been able to see you. …What? You can't stay at a hotel! I'm sure the others wouldn't mind making room for you. …Well, Virginia and Indiana. And of course, Alaska is here this week. Oh! And New York and New Jersey are here, but I think they're getting ready to leave now …Of course they don't hate you! …Well, at least stop in before you do. We'll be awake. ...See you later then." Matthew raised a brow as he watched Alfred put the phone on the table.
"Texas just flew in with Oklahoma and Arizona to visit. They'll be stopping by soon." Matthew knew he shouldn't feel jealous, but he couldn't help it. If there was anyone Alfred loved more than him, it was any one of his states. The smile on his face right now was proof of that.
He wondered if there would ever be time for just Alfred and him during the next few months. With so many sudden visitors, Alfred's attention was being stretched in all sorts of different directions. When was the last time he had done something absolutely ridiculous to show he loved him? Before they were engaged?
Before he could dwell on the thought, New York was thrown back from where his was opening the front door and someone was barging in. It only took a glance at the unmistakable red and black flannel and ridiculously large belt buckle to know who it was.
Alberta.
"Matt! What the hell are all these damned states doing here? Do they have to follow that idiot boyfriend of yours everywhere?" Matthew sighed. Alfred's states all called him Dad, whether they were his kids by birth or he adopted them. Some of them were older than him, and still called him Dad; though he was fairly certain that was as a joke. His provinces? Well…
Before he could reply, New York had regained his bearings and decided it would be a good idea to get up in Alberta's face, despite the province towering over him.
"You talking to me? You talking to ME?" He turned to look at New Jersey, who was paying more attention to her nails as she filed them. "Was he talking to me?"
New Jersey sighed as she blew the dust off her nail. "No, you moron. He was talking to Mattie ABOUT you. There's a difference. Now can we get going? I don't want to be driving all night. I wanted to fly, but noooo, 'Let's drive!' he says. Well, that was just a brilliant plan, wasn't it?"
Matthew exchanged glances with Alfred, and they nodded before getting up to try and diffuse the situation.
"New Jersey, now's not the best time to be arguing with your brother. New York, how many times do I have to tell you that nobody's talking to you?" Alfred was moving his arm around New York's shoulder, pulling him away from Alberta as Matthew moved in, steering Alberta in the opposite direction.
"Alberta…what brings you here?"
Alberta pulled away roughly, rolling up his sleeves before pointing to Matthew.
"I'm here to oppose your marriage…" He moved his finger to point to where Alfred was still trying to calm down New York and New Jersey, who had started bickering amongst themselves, "to that idiot! Do you really want to be associated with…with…that?"
Matthew sighed and wondered if he had any idea how similar this was to the conversation he had had with Arthur a few days earlier.
As he led the still loudly protesting province to the kitchen to grab some beers, he tried to assure himself that all families were like this.
They were, weren't they?
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In the living room, there was a yell, a bump, and glass shattering. Matthew hurried out to see what happened, and found New York and New Jersey's squabble had turned into an out and out war, with Alfred stuck in the middle trying to keep them separated.
In the two seconds he had looked away, Alberta descended on his next target, taking the invitation Virginia was holding out her hands, looking at it.
"British Columbia?! Why the hell do you have to invite her?! You know she's just going to try and get everyone stoned so they'll agree to go out and hug trees with her! Hell, when she responds she's going to call to yell at you for killing a tree for her invitation!" Virginia scowled and stood up, snatching the invitation back from him.
"Well, funny that. We've already had most of the provinces call askin' not to invite y'all to the occasion. I see clear as day now why they didn't want y'all around."
There was another crash in the living room. Matthew clenched the sides of his head. This was getting out of control.
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW! You're scaring Alaska with all the noise you're making down here!"
There was silence as all eyes turned to where Indiana was on the stairs, holding Alaska, who was crying and calling for Alfred. Alfred hurried over and took Alaska from her, rubbing his back lightly as he kissed his forehead. Any other time, Matthew would have thought it was cute. Alright. He found it cute this time, but it was regrettable that he had to do it.
Looking a bit sheepish, New York and New Jersey went over to Alfred, mumbling their apologies. New Jersey gave him a quick, embarrassed kiss on the cheek while New York picked up their bags, and the two made a hasty exit.
Virginia sighed as she sat back down at the table.
"Y'all see what you did? Poor Alaska's already up past his bedtime. Now y'all sit down here and help me finish putting the stamps on these, or I'll make sure that British Columbia AND Saskatchewan are at your table for the reception. How's that now, dear?"
Alberta looked ready to protest loudly, again, but sharp looks from Matthew, Alfred, Virginia, and Indiana left it to die in his mouth. He settled for mumbling about "stupid states," "stupid weddings," and "why didn't he get picked to be an usher, he was the most important province" as he picked up a stack of invitations and took a sheet of stamps from a smirking Virginia.
Matthew watched Alfred move the table back in place with his foot before he walked over and started picking up the broken glass.
"Sorry. I'll buy you a new one, Mattie." He looked up at Alfred, who was smiling sheepishly at him. He wasn't mad to start with, and if he had been, he couldn't have stayed that way.
"It's fine. It was just one of those cheap vases. I can get another one anywhere."
It warmed Matthew when Alfred gave him that special smile that was reserved for him alone. The moment was ruined when the door once again flew open. Didn't anyone know what knocking was anymore?
"Well, howdy! Hope you haven't been having too much fun without us." Texas blinked as he looked around at all the serious faces in the room.
Behind him, Arizona shot his toy gun in Matthew's direction, making the "bang, bang" noises, and Oklahoma just pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling something about him not being able to read the atmosphere and getting it from Alfred.
"Did we miss something?"
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God this only makes me wonder how insane their actual wedding is going to be lmao
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Ok, he did.
Otherwise it never would have come up, and it's not like he hated the guy or anything. They had a special relationship after all. They were like...like...Homer and Bart Simpson. Yeah. That was good. Homer and Bart. Epic.
But Iggy had been a little mad at him for the past month or so. Said he was taking away his baby, or something like that.
Alfred wasn't going to point out that technically, he and Mattie didn't know whose babies they actually were, but they weren't Iggy's. He also wouldn't say anything about Francis being the one who had raised Mattie when he could have been considered a baby. And finally, he wasn't going to say a word about the fact that Mattie had been the one who proposed to him.
Iggy was there at the restaurant. He knew.
Iggy was there at the hospital. He KNEW.
He just chose to ignore it. Well, he was pretty drunk at the time, too. Maybe he just remembered it wrong?
Alfred almost wished he had someone else he could have considered a "father." He loved Iggy, of course. He was pretty sure Iggy loved him, too. It was just very clear that he loved Mattie more. Alfred couldn't blame him for that. Mattie was amazing. Anyone that didn't love him was an idiot.
The fact that half the time he forgot who he was in the past didn't mean anything, because he was trying hard to make up for it lately. Though, with Feliks dragging him around everywhere, and all the kids showing up, and having to plan things, the only time they had for each other the past month has been in bed. And Alaska has been having nightmares lately, so they couldn't even get that time alone.
He hated weddings. Everyone should have listened to him from the start, and they should've just gone to Vegas. No mess, no fuss, no nearly having a heart attack at the prospect of having to write out all those invitations alone. Sure, he forgave Mattie for that. He could have explained it better, but still. Really?
What it all came down to was that Mattie wanted a wedding. So, he'd do it. All of it. The invitations, letting Feliks and Toris drag him to the girly stores to pick flowers and cakes, that stupid dress...
Okay, so the dress wasn't stupid. In fact, the one Toris had picked out for him was quite nice. Somehow, it looked damned good on him. Must just be how awesome he was.
"ALFRED, YOU BLOODY GIT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" Well, Iggy was just in a wonderful mood, wasn't he?
"Hey Iggy! How's it going?" Arthur scowled.
"It was going fine until I had to spend the past five minutes trying to get your attention, when you're the fool who knocked on my door!"
Oh.
"Haha! Sorry about that Iggy, I was thinking about Mattie. You know how I get. So, uhm, I'll just make this quick. I'm sure we both have things to do...Will you walk me down the aisle in the wedding?"
Alfred blinked as the door slammed in his face then nodded a bit to himself.
That had to be a yes.
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So, Alfred got a little away from me with his ADD, (see, this is why he can't think about Matthew: he gets distracted from what he's supposed to be doing)but...yeah...
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