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“I knew you’d freak out!” the Canadian blurted, though it was a mere whisper to any normal person. He clutched on to Kumajiro as he ‘shouted’ at his brother.
“Freak out? Freak out?! When someone freaks out that means it’s not a big deal but they’re making it one! This is a huge deal! A hero just can’t stand by and watch his brother run around with some… some… Pervert! A pedophile! A coward! A-“
”Stop it!” Matthew exclaimed, exasperated as he stood up, bear in his arm. His lips were pursed into a thin, unhappy line and he could feel his muscles trembling slightly. Don’t cry Matt, don’t cry. Show him you’re brave like him. Show him you can be a hero too. “I’m not going to sit and listen to you call him things like that.” He stated simply, trying to assure his voice wouldn’t break. His face was hot, his eyes felt wet.
This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t cry over this, not now, he had to be the strong guy this time.
“Matt, I didn’t mean-“
”No.” he cut his brother off again, “I’m leaving now. I’m going to Francis’s house. Leave me alone.” A bit of his heart sank at saying such words to his brother. He could barely stand to speak his mind, especially to Al. It was way too hard, but he was overcome with emotion well enough that he could speak out this time, even if it was the only time in his life.
Without listening to America’s rambling excuses he always made, without finishing his water, without saying a word, he showed himself out the door.
‘I’m French too you know’ was all he could think with his head hanging low, his muscles still twitching as he walked to France’s house. His waves fell in his face to hide that disheveled look he had. He really hurt from Al’s reaction… It was so… So… So uncalled for! All of his reactions were! That’s why he always got himself in trouble! That’s why he got his brother in trouble with him!
Matthew’s thoughts raced on and on as he walked his pace speeding up and speeding up. By the time he was knocking on France’s door he was tired and out of breath. He couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to get there so badly.
Once his French lover swung open the door in one of his ever so eccentric motions, Canada lost it. He couldn’t help but raise his head to look the elder in the eye with a quivering lip and flushed face. Instantly he was led inside and seated on a lovely couch, France’s face falling from a joyous and carefree gaze to a nurturing luster.
“Mon Amour, what’s the matter?” asked Francis, the one who always knew what to say in matters of the heart. His presence was amazingly comforting to the younger nation, and his arms instantly soothed him into relaxation, enough so that he let go of his bear, who went off to find his own entertainment. He fell into him, letting the other’s embrace sooth his tired back.
“A… Al… I told him and he…” Matt sniffled, quiet and ginger. They weren’t some sort of loud, choking sobs. He somehow made crying delicate.
Those words were all the elder needed to hear. “Ah, I see” were the words that came out of his mouth. Simple, but comforting. They were enough to make Canada nod; as if he understood what the other meant or was assuring him of the truth. It seemed a silent conversation was in the works.
“Mon petit, you just need to give him some time, non?” asked Francis after several minutes of Matthew calming down in near silence. Only a few sniffles had broken the calm. He tilted the younger’s chin up with a delicately curved finger, planting a rather innocent kiss on his forehead.
“Maybe… Maybe you’re right.” Canada gulped after a moment, nodding and closing his eyes with an affirmative smile. He felt a bit more optimistic, but a sense of dread was still present. He couldn’t shake it. It was like something very bad was going to happen.
He shook off these feelings of guilt and remorse. The feelings of dread and despair. He had to get his mind off of this, and the answer was in his arms.
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