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Re: Nobody loves me... "Doors wide open" 2/? anonymous April 4 2009, 01:06:26 UTC
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He stacked, re-stacked and appropriately shuffled his papers. Again. Was Alfred always this late for meetings? Just as he thought this, the doors slammed open and Alfred, ever the whirlwind, practically threw himself into his chair, all energy and flushed cheeks.

“Aha! Dude, you’ll never believe what happened on the way here.” He flicked stray hair out of his eyes. Mathieu always found it hard to hate him, even when he was given so many reasons. He tended to barge in whenever he felt appropriate, and threw a wrench into every plan made, insisting he be a part of everything.

“-with his saucy, salacious British charms! He actually said that!” Alfred finished, cheeks still a brilliant pink and looking highly amused. Mathieu stared at the table.

“Right. Well, I-I figured we could look at the negotiations made by Austria and-“ Alfred interrupted.

“Hey Matt, surely you’ve felt like that too, right?” He was leaning on the table (probably scuffing it too).

“Er.” He said, with great eloquence.

“Ahaha, c’mon, it’s not that long ago Francis was chasing you too!” Oh. That. Mathieu stared harder at the small scuff marks on the table.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He replied, gripping his chair. Alfred seemed unconvinced, but the small frown was quickly smoothed over.

“Well, what about the access to the oil we were talking about?” The eager interest Alfred suddenly expressed was unnerving to the extreme. Mathieu squirmed in his chair as quietly as possible. This is not taking the direction he wanted it to.

“I-I don’t really think our people can give up a resource like that, not for as little as you’re willing to trade. W-we don’t have much, Alfred, it’s not like we can get much either.”

“Huh. I could’ve sworn that was a fair trade. Well if we can throw in some arctic protection into the deal and you give us some of the minerals..” he trailed off suggestively. As always, it was all about what he wanted.

It was hard to brush off Alfred. When Mathieu had no name, when he barely even knew Alfred let alone Arthur or Francis, his life had been so simple. He wasn’t civilized enough to have a prison, but because of that he had no delinquents. No locks or keys, but there were no thieves. And if a person had no home or food or clothes, he got them as a gift. How much he wished to be like that again, not with this burning hole in his chest that let him know above all else, how alone he was.

Mathieu barely listened to the entire meeting, just sort of nodding where appropriate. It wasn’t like America would notice, just his weird Canadian brother acting strange again.

The flight home that night seemed to match his mood - hardly anyone on the plane, cutting through darkness and sleet to bring him home. He pressed his head against the glass and breathing out, drew small faces. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, being alone.

He shut his eyes and tried to think about thick white-covered pines, densely packed and muffling the world’s sounds. It wasn’t supposed to be this lonely.

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Re: Nobody loves me... "Doors wide open" 3/4 anonymous April 4 2009, 01:08:33 UTC
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Maybe it should have been a dark and stormy night - it never was though. Far too convenient, too dramatic. There was hope for it yet; a still night in May, the air heavy with moisture thick enough to breathe in.

It made the sobbing hard to stop; every time he tried to catch his breath, he had to fight the very air for it. When had his land turned against him like this? He knew challenges, but were they supposed to be this long, this frequent and this difficult.

He made a swipe out with his arm, trying to lift himself up and instead knocking over some of his papers. And still the tears came, hot and fast, dripping onto his shirt. Finally he gave up and curled in on himself, trying to piece together the puzzle that was his sadness. It could be that the facade was finally starting to crack, that the constant ‘try, try and try again’ chorus was finally taking its toll.

Or how few people visited him to just see him; they wanted to scope out his land, and not to subtly at that. Mathieu undid the first few buttons on his shirt, wheezing for some air. He just wants out, he’s had it. He feels so tired - supposed to be a young country, but already he’s just so fucking tired.

He heard the door downstairs open and shut, and a familiar voice calling out his name. He didn’t have close to enough to time to tidy himself or his room up before Alfred came through, his unstoppable energy falling flat when he saw the state his brother was in. Cautiously, he stepped over the threshold.

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Re: Nobody loves me... "Doors wide open" 4/4 anonymous April 4 2009, 01:10:04 UTC
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“Matt?” A hiccupped. “Matt- er. What....” He stopped by the prone figure on the floor. Mathieu snapped up like a small puppet, shaky on his feet.

“Al, you don’t need to stay.” He put his hands on his brother’s shoulders to steer him out, resisting the alluring warmth just at his finger tips. “It’s fine. Just - something with my people. It just , you know, starts to get to you and sometimes I have to wonder if I can’t help them a little more-“ He was cut off when he was leaning face first into the cool leather of Alfred’s jacket.

He nearly pulled them both down by collapsing on his brother, but Alfred manoeuvred them to the large bed in the corner. His skin was almost grey with worry, and usually clear eyes seemed dusty. Mathieu tried to control the hiccupping sobs to explain himself, but tucked against the scent of old leather it was so easy to convince himself Al was here because he did care.

Once he did calm down, he felt cold and empty, and quite a bit embarrassed. He sat up and away from warm arms slowly, resisting every urge to fall back into them.

“Matt..?”

Mathieu’s mouth work convulsively. “I - think I owe you an apology, Al. I know I shouldn’t have put all this on you, it’s not your fault.” He shook his head, chin resting against his chest. “I mean, I know you have better things to do than follow me around and make sure I’m not getting into trouble.”

Alfred sat up, “Not really actually.” His mouth twitched, like he was searching for the right words without knowing what they were. “I sorta thought - you know - when you came by a few weeks ago something wasn’t right.” The blankets yielded when Alfred moved onto his knees, cautiously approaching Matt like a startled animal.

“I just never knew how to say anything to y’a Matty. You always got on so well without anyone’s help, I sorta thought me asking you would be kinda like a pest.” His reached out for him, but Matt leaned away slightly, turning to face him.

“I can’t believe you Al. I - I’m insane. I’m just a crazy person, that crazy neighbour - you should probably run away. People like us kill household pets, because we’re that insane.” His laugh was weak and trilled even to his own ears.

“I know Matt, but that’s what makes us two peas in a pod right? In case you didn’t notice I’m still here. Plus, we don’t have any household pets.” Gravity was taking her toll on both of them, and rotational axis seemed to be just between them. He moved closer still.

And Alfred reached out and took hold of his wrist. Mathieu wasn’t trembling now, just smiling shakily with his eyes shut. He didn’t pull away and they sat there, sitting on a worn mattress in the low light of night and the sound of rain just starting, clothes rumpled beyond measure. Alfred held on.

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That's it! I hope you liked it anon~

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NOT OP anonymous April 4 2009, 02:04:53 UTC
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I never know what to expect from explicitly angsty requests, but oh wow, anon--you've handled this beautifully. I really like how it's set right when Matthew's starting out on his own, and the way the added stress gradually managed to wear him down. That is some great storytelling you've got going on there, and the ending? The ending was perfect. Thanks so much for such a great fic for these guys. ♥♥♥♥ I can never get enough of 'em.

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OP loves you~ ♥ anonymous April 4 2009, 02:24:55 UTC
Poor Canada :'(

That was very beautiful writer!anon :'D

OP appreciates this so much~! ^_^ ♥

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Re: OP loves you~ ♥ anonymous April 4 2009, 15:07:05 UTC
=3= ~~ Any time anon, any time. I'm just glad it was what you were looking for.

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Re: Nobody loves me... "Doors wide open" 4/4 anonymous April 4 2009, 15:38:07 UTC
♥ wah!

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