Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 2/?
anonymous
July 9 2009, 01:00:09 UTC
Three cheers for Mattie and his futile attempts to get away. It's no use, Matthew. This Canadian!anon will slash you no matter what you say, so just accept it. I love my moe country <3 ____________________________________________________
Matthew jumped at the yell, and the crash that followed, hitting his head twice on the hard wooden table as a result. Cringing and blinking back tears, he dizzily crawled out from underneath it, groaning and grabbing onto the edge for support.
Finally being able to focus, Matthew felt a whole new kind of dizzy. Sure enough, there was his brother, sprawled on the floor and still grinning like an idiot.
Then there was Arthur. That was ok.
There was Arthur, smirking and looking absolutely feral. That was kind of scary, but Matthew could deal with it. Years around Arthur had prepared him for worse (the kind of worse that usually came in the form of a fairy wand and toga).
There was Arthur, smirking and looking absolutely feral, SITTING in Alfred’s LAP and UNDRESSING him. That, Matthew couldn’t deal with.
Suddenly being in the same room as them… it was awkward and wrong and HE KNEW IT! He knew those two were doing it behind everybody’s backs! Ha! All those times arguing with Alfred about whether he liked Arthur or not, Matthew had been RIGHT, absolutely RIGHT, TAKE THAT ALFRED!, and as proof, he was now watching the two lock lips in a rough, passionate kiss and-
Wait, what?
Matthew’s face gradually turned the shade of his flag.
Oh, this was beyond awkward. Maybe if he just crawled under the table, they wouldn’t notice him and then… no, that would just make him some sort of creepy voyeur.
He needed to get out right now, Matthew decided. Before the image of Arthur playing tongue hockey with Alfred was burned into him retinas forever.
Oh, sh- Great, now hockey was forever ruined. Well, maybe not forever. Just until he managed to forget this entire incident and-
“A-Arthur?”, Matthew stuttered, still beet red. Getting no response, he cleared his throat and tried again.
“Arthur!...Alfred!”
If they would just MOVE, just a little away from the door, maybe he could slip out unnoticed and-
As if reading his thoughts, Arthur broke free of the kiss - sort of, there was still a thin line of saliva connecting the pair - and picked himself up off of the American.
“Where’ya going?”, asked Alfred, dazed and breathless.
“Just getting the door. Wouldn’t want that wine-faced cretin wandering in here, would we?”
Was it just him or did Arthur’s voice sound lower and… huskier?
More importantly, was it just him, or did Arthur just lock the door and slip the key into his trouser pockets?
Matthew watched the small metallic glint disappear into the cloth as if it were his last ray of hope being brutally extinguished by a flushed and entirely out of character Briton. The room could be locked from the inside.
The room could be locked from the inside and he didn’t have a key.
“Arthur!”, Matthew all but screamed, seeing the British man settle himself comfortably in his brother’s lap again. “Arthur, look at me! Look at me! It’s me, Matthew! I’m right here! RIGHT HERE!”.
the beginning part had me with the hugest grin ever, Poor Matty worrying over what to write on his name tag. It was just so adorable, and his thought process arg <3
And the second part oh man XD Him being sort of semi-naive to what was going on and then his increasing embarrassment as things began to escalate was just so perfect X3
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 2/?
anonymous
July 9 2009, 01:40:15 UTC
How about Mathieu Bonnefoy? XD Things sound sexier in French.
>>There was Arthur, smirking and looking absolutely feral, SITTING in Alfred’s LAP and UNDRESSING him. That, Matthew couldn’t deal with.
That is so hot!!! Poor Matt though. FORCED to watch his older brother and his twin going at it XD How can they NOT notice him though lol Try throwing something at them?
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 3/?
anonymous
July 9 2009, 16:48:13 UTC
Hehe, failure!anon is glad that OP and reviewer!anon like it. She's especially grateful for reviewer!anon's suggestion of throwing something at the pair; she hopes anon doesn't minds her writting just that. ___________________________________________________________
“Now that that’s done”, Arthur leaned forward, sliding his torso against Alfred’s and bringing his lips close to the other’s, “How about you- mmph!”
Not waiting for the British man to finish the sentence, Alfred closed the small distance between them, drawing the other into a heated kiss. Matthew watched as his brother slipped his hands under Arthur’s vest, unbuttoning his crisp white shirt slowly. He was momentarily transfixed by the way Alfred seemed to brush over the other’s skin with every button, teasing with feather light touches.
Then, of course, he remembered how much he DIDN’T want to be watching this, and looked around desperately for something - anything - that would help him get out of the situation. The only thing he saw, to his dismay, were the two halves of his pen. Great. He might be able to write down the entire scene, documenting his misery for eons to come.
“Ah- … Alfr-! aaah!”
He wasn’t going to look. He wasn’t. He was going to look at that nice blank white wall and ignore the - nope, there was nothing going on, but he was still going to ignore that ~nothing~ and think of maple syrup and ice caps and-
“Aah! Yes! Right- aah!... there!”
“Arthur, I don’t want to be here!”, Matthew yelled, panicking and spinning around, accidentally chucking his pen in the general direction of the noises.
Alfred twitched as the pen half made impact, bouncing off his forehead and landing on the floor.
“Something th’matter?”, asked Arthur dazedly.
“No, I just thought something hit- aha!”, Alfred grabbed the pen part off the floor and brandished it in front of him. Arthur frowned and Matthew almost whooped in glee. He was going to ask where it came from and then they’d look around and realize he was here!
‘Come on Arthur, ask where it came from! Where. Did. It. Come. From?’, Matthew mouthed at Arthur, as if hoping to telepathically infuse the words in the other’s mind.
“Where did that- oooh”
Matthew’s triumphant smile at hearing the ‘where’ instantly faded to a horrified stare, as Alfred stopped Arthur mid-sentence by sticking the pen in his mouth. ‘IN. HIS. MOUTH.’, screamed a little voice inside Matthew, as the Canadian stared in shock.
If Al had just swallowed it, Matthew wouldn’t have been so scared. It probably didn’t taste that different from the usual crap he ate; maybe it looked like a French Fry or something. A French Fry dipped in blueberry sauce.
But no, the American stuck it in his mouth and pulled it back out again, trailing his tongue over the plastic without breaking eye contact with Arthur. Smirking a little, he repeated the motion, closing his eyes and tilting his head back a little.
Ew. That was just unhygienic, although Arthur, usually quite fussy about cleanliness, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the Englishman seemed quite pleased by the show, flushing a little and smirking wickedly at Alfred before taking the other’s wrist and guiding the American’s index and middle fingers into his own mouth, giving them the same attention Alfred was bestowing upon the lucky pen half.
Mat cried a little inside and made a mental note to throw out all the pens he owned in favour of something less… shaped like that. Maybe he’d start using a laptop instead. Realizing he was still holding the other pen half, Matthew chucked it away quickly, in the direction opposite to Alfred this time.
Great, now he had nothing else to throw. And Arthur still had his brother’s fingers in his mouth. __________________________________ Anon originally wrote “and guiding the American’s fingers into his own mouth” but that made it seem like Arthur tried to bite Alfred’s hand off or something >.> *now has to live with that mental image for the rest of her life*
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 4/?
anonymous
July 9 2009, 17:59:16 UTC
failure!anon is going away for the next week, so the next few parts may or may not take a while, depending on internet access. She also apologizes for making her country into a little angstmuffin; it will not last long. ___________________________________________________________________
Alright. Alright, breathed Matthew. There had to be a way to get their attention. He just had to think. What did his brother always react to?
“Hamburgers!”, Matthew yelled at the top of his lungs. Alfred almost seemed to hear him, finally taking the pen piece out of his mouth, thank God. Unfortunately, he only seemed to do that so he would have a free hand to undress Arthur with, pulling off the other’s vest and shirt, and slipping off his own in a brief moment of broken contact.
Maybe he hadn’t been loud enough, Matthew through desperately. Cringing and forcing himself to come a little closer to the pair - this wasn’t particularly difficult, the room was small enough as is, so he just had to circle the table a little - Matthew tried again from two feet away.
“Hamburgers! Braginski! Communists! Football!”
He eeped and jumped out of the way as his brother suddenly stood up, picking up Arthur in the process and depositing him on the table, crawling on top of the creaking wood after him. Kneeling between the other’s legs, he had free access to the Englishman’s chest and neck, which he proceeded to shower with teasing kisses and licks. Arthur groaned a little and stretched his hands over his head, arching off the table a little as Alfred-
“Tea! Fairiespixiesandunicorns! France! Look Arthur, it’s France molesting your unicorn!”, Matthew cried.
Alas, even France’s sexual debauchery with mythical creatures didn’t seem to concern Arthur when Alfred sucked at his nipples, first right then left, lazily swirling his tongue around the nubs.
Matthew was close to sobbing. “Arthur, please, I don’t want to see this. I don’t want to see this. Just let me go”.
But of course, Arthur was incredibly bad at letting people go, if he and his brother were any indication. Matthew remembered how hard it had been to finally be recognized as his own nation, to have his freedom. It had been even worse for Alfred, always the more impulsive of the pair, who’d had to fight for liberty, paying with his own blood and sweat and tears for it. Arthur hadn’t wanted to let him go.
‘Not like me’, Matthew realized. If Alfred had just asked to be free, if he had just asked… Arthur wouldn’t have let him. Even now, the Englishman was clinging to his brother desperately, holding him tight and kissing him, pulling him closer.
‘He never wanted to be close to ~me~’, Matthew thought, which was silly, of course, because there was no way he’d let himself think even for a moment that he wanted to be the one on the table instead of Alfred…
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 4B/?
anonymous
July 9 2009, 18:04:31 UTC
Still, it hurt, just a little prick in his chest, as Matthew looked at them. Because even when they’d been a family, he knew Arthur liked Alfred better. Because after his war of independence, Alfred had finally relied on him and smiled just for him, even when he was really just thinking of Arthur and not Mat.
Because now Matthew was once again a third wheel.
His cheeks were burning a little, or maybe that was just his eyes as he rubbed at them with the back of his hand. He knew he shouldn’t feel bitter towards the pair, but… he just didn’t want to see how close they’d become. Not like this.
Staring at them like this, he felt like a little boy again, watching Alfred and Arthur go off fishing, horse-riding, hunting.
~“You’re too young, Mattie. You won’t like it.”~
But what he really didn’t like was being left all alone, looking south through the golden fields of Alberta, or from the icy slopes of the Rockies, or standing at the very shores of the Great Lakes, squinting into the distance for a sign of his father and brother returning. He waited days on end, fervently hoping to see their silhouettes in the distance, because if he didn’t wait, they might not come back and he’d be all alone. If they didn’t come back, he’d be forgotten by everybody.
“I’m scared, Al”, whimpered Mathew without thinking.
“M-mat?”
He was being silly again, Matthew realized. He loved his brother and Arthur, and it didn’t matter if they were together or not, at all. He was being stupid, like always, and making mountains out of molehills. What he should really be worried about was getting caught up in this stupid situation, forced to watch his brother- what exactly was he doing at the moment? It was kind of quiet, strangely enough.
Matthew looked up and froze, mind blanking.
There, a few inches in front of his face, was Alfred, staring directly at him in surprise.
“Mat? What are you doing here?!”
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due to the character limit of doom, part 4 had to be cleaved in half.
Since there is extra character space left now, anon will mention that she is going to Niagara Falls: that big waterfall between Canada and America, eh? It stops being exciting when you have family trips there every year though. The best part is now looking for people dressed up as mounties *yum*
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 4B/?
anonymous
July 10 2009, 06:45:14 UTC
Not!Op, just browsing anon is enjoying this immensely. Oh Canada that lucky sonofa--I mean--poor unintended spectator of such delicio--er--obscene acts! Also, your mention of mounties really makes me want to see a Dudley Do-Right themed fic. Arthur would make the most wonderful Nell!
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 4B/?
anonymous
July 12 2009, 15:02:19 UTC
holy freaking jesus! how did i miss this before? this is BRILLIANT i was laughing my fucking head off the whole time, ohmygod, this just made my day so many hilarious quotes, this fic is priceless 8D you have officially become my favorite anon♥ you're amazing and wonderful and great and ilu pleaaaaaaase moreeeee
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 5A/?
anonymous
July 14 2009, 16:52:35 UTC
Failure!anon is back from Niagara, and wanted to get the next installment up before she goes camping up north for a few days. Thank you for the lovely comments, anons! <3
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“A-Al!”, Matthew spluttered. “I-I was-… I was just getting my pen-“
“Your pen?”
“No! No, not my pen, actually! Never mind! I was just-“
“Alfred, who in the Queen’s name are you talking to?”
Matthew swung his arms into a big X, hissing at Alfred to shut up, but his brother managed to once again ignore him.
“Look, Arthur! It’s Mattie! We didn’t even notice him!”
Arthur rolled over onto his stomach and squinted his eyes, finally seeming to focus on Matthew and not the clock behind him.
“How long… have you been here?”, asked the Englishman tensely.
“Long enough! I mean, no, not like that, not long enough! Wait, that didn’t come out right, I…“
“You were… ~what?~”, Arthur asked slowly in a lethal whisper, slowly turning an interesting shade of burgundy.
“I mean, I was just looking for-“
Apparently, that wasn’t the best choice of words. SNAP went Arthur’s self control, almost audibly, as he jumped to his hands and knees and lunged forward to grab Matthew by front of his shirt; the distraught Canadian barely had the time to eep as he half sprawled across the table, courtesy of one Arthur Kirkland, looking positively murderous, pulling him forward.
“Just looking?! Matthew Williams, I did NOT raise you to- to spy on people when they’re-“
“What?! Arthur, that’s not-“
“Don’t interrupt me! I said I didn’t raise you for such obscenities!”
“Well of course you didn’t, because-“
“It was that French swine, wasn’t it?! Left him alone with you for just a few years-“
“-it wasn’t just a few years, though, but that doesn’t matter because you’re not underst-“
“-and he turns you from a sweet and innocent child into some perverse-“
“Francis didn’t do anything to me! You’re not listen-“
“Um… Mattie?”
“-perverse… I don’t know what! What else has he taught you?!”
“He hasn’t taught me ~anything~ Arthur, I-“
“Don’t lie to me, boy! You were always going on about lessons from that cur, and now they’re finally coming back to-“
“They were French lessons! He was just teaching me to speak-“
“Mattie, are you ok?”
“-French! Just like you taught me to speak English!”
“Well, ~I~ certainly never taught you the way he did, otherwise you wouldn’t be spying-“
“I WASN’T SPYING!”
“-oh, right, just ~looking~ then. I swear, when I’m done with him, he shan’t have a whole bone left in that spineless, child-corrupting body-“
“I WAS LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT! A WAY OUT, ARTHUR! Not- not what you’re thinking!”
“Oh, ~just~ a way out? Then why didn’t you ~say~ something! You know, get our attention?”
“I DID say something, you were just-“
“Mattie! Are you ok?”
“-just…I mean, you weren’t exactly paying attention so I…”
Re: Matthew Williams, Vanishing Act Extraordinaire 5B/?
anonymous
July 14 2009, 16:55:05 UTC
“I was yelling at you to let me out!”
“Are you ~crying~, Mattie?”
“Really? Because last I checked, yelling implied some sort of audible vocalization as opposed to… oh, I don’t know, just hiding-“
“I wasn’t hiding!”
“Yes, what you were doing was most definitely hiding-“
“You don’t even ~know~ what I was doing! You didn’t even notice me yelling-“
“-because you weren’t yelling, perhaps?”
“I was too! I wasn’t hiding!”
“Yes, you-“
“HE WASN’T HIDING, ARTHUR!”.
Both Matthew and Arthur flinched at the boom of Alfred’s voice. Apparently, in the heat of the argument, both had forgotten just how loud the American could yell, especially if anyone, God forbid, ignore him.
“Mattie! Look at me! Are you crying, yes or no?”
“No!”, exclaimed Matthew with a sniffle.
“Matthew, you-“
“Shut up, Arthur! You just made him cry!”
“W-what?”, spluttered Arthur, finally noticing that Matthew’s eyes were indeed quite red with unshed tears.
“It’s alright, Mattie!”, grinned Alfred, pulling the Canadian into a sideways hug, “No one thinks you were hiding.”
“Well, I-“
“Shut up, Arthur. Don’t worry, Mattie, Arthur’s just being a dick” - Arthur gasped in indignation - “so you shouldn’t listen to him. Don’t cry, ok?”
“I wasn’t going to.”, growled Matthew, or tried to, the lump in his throat making the words into more of a squeak.
“And stop calling me ‘Mattie’.”, he tried again, managing the words in an almost normal tone.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“See, Arthur, he’s not a little kid anymore!”
“So what does that-“
“Don’t you get it? Matthew’s lonely! He wanted to join us!”
“WHAT?!”, gasped Arthur and Matthew in unison, equally horrified expressions on their faces.
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Kolkolkolkolkol. The plot, if there ever was one, grows thicker.
It's no use, Matthew. This Canadian!anon will slash you no matter what you say, so just accept it.
I love my moe country <3
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Matthew jumped at the yell, and the crash that followed, hitting his head twice on the hard wooden table as a result. Cringing and blinking back tears, he dizzily crawled out from underneath it, groaning and grabbing onto the edge for support.
Finally being able to focus, Matthew felt a whole new kind of dizzy. Sure enough, there was his brother, sprawled on the floor and still grinning like an idiot.
Then there was Arthur. That was ok.
There was Arthur, smirking and looking absolutely feral. That was kind of scary, but Matthew could deal with it. Years around Arthur had prepared him for worse (the kind of worse that usually came in the form of a fairy wand and toga).
There was Arthur, smirking and looking absolutely feral, SITTING in Alfred’s LAP and UNDRESSING him. That, Matthew couldn’t deal with.
Suddenly being in the same room as them… it was awkward and wrong and HE KNEW IT! He knew those two were doing it behind everybody’s backs! Ha!
All those times arguing with Alfred about whether he liked Arthur or not, Matthew had been RIGHT, absolutely RIGHT, TAKE THAT ALFRED!, and as proof, he was now watching the two lock lips in a rough, passionate kiss and-
Wait, what?
Matthew’s face gradually turned the shade of his flag.
Oh, this was beyond awkward. Maybe if he just crawled under the table, they wouldn’t notice him and then… no, that would just make him some sort of creepy voyeur.
He needed to get out right now, Matthew decided. Before the image of Arthur playing tongue hockey with Alfred was burned into him retinas forever.
Oh, sh- Great, now hockey was forever ruined. Well, maybe not forever. Just until he managed to forget this entire incident and-
“A-Arthur?”, Matthew stuttered, still beet red. Getting no response, he cleared his throat and tried again.
“Arthur!...Alfred!”
If they would just MOVE, just a little away from the door, maybe he could slip out unnoticed and-
As if reading his thoughts, Arthur broke free of the kiss - sort of, there was still a thin line of saliva connecting the pair - and picked himself up off of the American.
“Where’ya going?”, asked Alfred, dazed and breathless.
“Just getting the door. Wouldn’t want that wine-faced cretin wandering in here, would we?”
Was it just him or did Arthur’s voice sound lower and… huskier?
More importantly, was it just him, or did Arthur just lock the door and slip the key into his trouser pockets?
Matthew watched the small metallic glint disappear into the cloth as if it were his last ray of hope being brutally extinguished by a flushed and entirely out of character Briton. The room could be locked from the inside.
The room could be locked from the inside and he didn’t have a key.
“Arthur!”, Matthew all but screamed, seeing the British man settle himself comfortably in his brother’s lap again. “Arthur, look at me! Look at me! It’s me, Matthew! I’m right here! RIGHT HERE!”.
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the beginning part had me with the hugest grin ever, Poor Matty worrying over what to write on his name tag. It was just so adorable, and his thought process arg <3
And the second part oh man XD Him being sort of semi-naive to what was going on and then his increasing embarrassment as things began to escalate was just so perfect X3
I can't WAIT to read the next part <3 <3 <3
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>>There was Arthur, smirking and looking absolutely feral, SITTING in Alfred’s LAP and UNDRESSING him. That, Matthew couldn’t deal with.
That is so hot!!! Poor Matt though. FORCED to watch his older brother and his twin going at it XD How can they NOT notice him though lol Try throwing something at them?
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“Now that that’s done”, Arthur leaned forward, sliding his torso against Alfred’s and bringing his lips close to the other’s, “How about you- mmph!”
Not waiting for the British man to finish the sentence, Alfred closed the small distance between them, drawing the other into a heated kiss. Matthew watched as his brother slipped his hands under Arthur’s vest, unbuttoning his crisp white shirt slowly. He was momentarily transfixed by the way Alfred seemed to brush over the other’s skin with every button, teasing with feather light touches.
Then, of course, he remembered how much he DIDN’T want to be watching this, and looked around desperately for something - anything - that would help him get out of the situation. The only thing he saw, to his dismay, were the two halves of his pen. Great. He might be able to write down the entire scene, documenting his misery for eons to come.
“Ah- … Alfr-! aaah!”
He wasn’t going to look. He wasn’t. He was going to look at that nice blank white wall and ignore the - nope, there was nothing going on, but he was still going to ignore that ~nothing~ and think of maple syrup and ice caps and-
“Aah! Yes! Right- aah!... there!”
“Arthur, I don’t want to be here!”, Matthew yelled, panicking and spinning around, accidentally chucking his pen in the general direction of the noises.
Alfred twitched as the pen half made impact, bouncing off his forehead and landing on the floor.
“Something th’matter?”, asked Arthur dazedly.
“No, I just thought something hit- aha!”, Alfred grabbed the pen part off the floor and brandished it in front of him. Arthur frowned and Matthew almost whooped in glee. He was going to ask where it came from and then they’d look around and realize he was here!
‘Come on Arthur, ask where it came from! Where. Did. It. Come. From?’, Matthew mouthed at Arthur, as if hoping to telepathically infuse the words in the other’s mind.
“Where did that- oooh”
Matthew’s triumphant smile at hearing the ‘where’ instantly faded to a horrified stare, as Alfred stopped Arthur mid-sentence by sticking the pen in his mouth. ‘IN. HIS. MOUTH.’, screamed a little voice inside Matthew, as the Canadian stared in shock.
If Al had just swallowed it, Matthew wouldn’t have been so scared. It probably didn’t taste that different from the usual crap he ate; maybe it looked like a French Fry or something. A French Fry dipped in blueberry sauce.
But no, the American stuck it in his mouth and pulled it back out again, trailing his tongue over the plastic without breaking eye contact with Arthur. Smirking a little, he repeated the motion, closing his eyes and tilting his head back a little.
Ew. That was just unhygienic, although Arthur, usually quite fussy about cleanliness, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the Englishman seemed quite pleased by the show, flushing a little and smirking wickedly at Alfred before taking the other’s wrist and guiding the American’s index and middle fingers into his own mouth, giving them the same attention Alfred was bestowing upon the lucky pen half.
Mat cried a little inside and made a mental note to throw out all the pens he owned in favour of something less… shaped like that. Maybe he’d start using a laptop instead. Realizing he was still holding the other pen half, Matthew chucked it away quickly, in the direction opposite to Alfred this time.
Great, now he had nothing else to throw. And Arthur still had his brother’s fingers in his mouth.
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Anon originally wrote “and guiding the American’s fingers into his own mouth” but that made it seem like Arthur tried to bite Alfred’s hand off or something >.> *now has to live with that mental image for the rest of her life*
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On that note I bet Al would be really smexy that way.
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She also apologizes for making her country into a little angstmuffin; it will not last long. ___________________________________________________________________
Alright. Alright, breathed Matthew. There had to be a way to get their attention. He just had to think. What did his brother always react to?
“Hamburgers!”, Matthew yelled at the top of his lungs. Alfred almost seemed to hear him, finally taking the pen piece out of his mouth, thank God. Unfortunately, he only seemed to do that so he would have a free hand to undress Arthur with, pulling off the other’s vest and shirt, and slipping off his own in a brief moment of broken contact.
Maybe he hadn’t been loud enough, Matthew through desperately. Cringing and forcing himself to come a little closer to the pair - this wasn’t particularly difficult, the room was small enough as is, so he just had to circle the table a little - Matthew tried again from two feet away.
“Hamburgers! Braginski! Communists! Football!”
He eeped and jumped out of the way as his brother suddenly stood up, picking up Arthur in the process and depositing him on the table, crawling on top of the creaking wood after him. Kneeling between the other’s legs, he had free access to the Englishman’s chest and neck, which he proceeded to shower with teasing kisses and licks. Arthur groaned a little and stretched his hands over his head, arching off the table a little as Alfred-
“Tea! Fairiespixiesandunicorns! France! Look Arthur, it’s France molesting your unicorn!”, Matthew cried.
Alas, even France’s sexual debauchery with mythical creatures didn’t seem to concern Arthur when Alfred sucked at his nipples, first right then left, lazily swirling his tongue around the nubs.
Matthew was close to sobbing. “Arthur, please, I don’t want to see this. I don’t want to see this. Just let me go”.
But of course, Arthur was incredibly bad at letting people go, if he and his brother were any indication. Matthew remembered how hard it had been to finally be recognized as his own nation, to have his freedom. It had been even worse for Alfred, always the more impulsive of the pair, who’d had to fight for liberty, paying with his own blood and sweat and tears for it. Arthur hadn’t wanted to let him go.
‘Not like me’, Matthew realized. If Alfred had just asked to be free, if he had just asked… Arthur wouldn’t have let him. Even now, the Englishman was clinging to his brother desperately, holding him tight and kissing him, pulling him closer.
‘He never wanted to be close to ~me~’, Matthew thought, which was silly, of course, because there was no way he’d let himself think even for a moment that he wanted to be the one on the table instead of Alfred…
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Because now Matthew was once again a third wheel.
His cheeks were burning a little, or maybe that was just his eyes as he rubbed at them with the back of his hand. He knew he shouldn’t feel bitter towards the pair, but… he just didn’t want to see how close they’d become. Not like this.
Staring at them like this, he felt like a little boy again, watching Alfred and Arthur go off fishing, horse-riding, hunting.
~“You’re too young, Mattie. You won’t like it.”~
But what he really didn’t like was being left all alone, looking south through the golden fields of Alberta, or from the icy slopes of the Rockies, or standing at the very shores of the Great Lakes, squinting into the distance for a sign of his father and brother returning. He waited days on end, fervently hoping to see their silhouettes in the distance, because if he didn’t wait, they might not come back and he’d be all alone. If they didn’t come back, he’d be forgotten by everybody.
“I’m scared, Al”, whimpered Mathew without thinking.
“M-mat?”
He was being silly again, Matthew realized. He loved his brother and Arthur, and it didn’t matter if they were together or not, at all. He was being stupid, like always, and making mountains out of molehills. What he should really be worried about was getting caught up in this stupid situation, forced to watch his brother- what exactly was he doing at the moment? It was kind of quiet, strangely enough.
Matthew looked up and froze, mind blanking.
There, a few inches in front of his face, was Alfred, staring directly at him in surprise.
“Mat? What are you doing here?!”
Oh, shit.
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due to the character limit of doom, part 4 had to be cleaved in half.
Since there is extra character space left now, anon will mention that she is going to Niagara Falls: that big waterfall between Canada and America, eh?
It stops being exciting when you have family trips there every year though. The best part is now looking for people dressed up as mounties *yum*
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Also, your mention of mounties really makes me want to see a Dudley Do-Right themed fic. Arthur would make the most wonderful Nell!
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I want more so badly <33
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how did i miss this before?
this is BRILLIANT
i was laughing my fucking head off the whole time, ohmygod, this just made my day
so many hilarious quotes, this fic is priceless 8D
you have officially become my favorite anon♥
you're amazing and wonderful and great and ilu
pleaaaaaaase moreeeee
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“A-Al!”, Matthew spluttered. “I-I was-… I was just getting my pen-“
“Your pen?”
“No! No, not my pen, actually! Never mind! I was just-“
“Alfred, who in the Queen’s name are you talking to?”
Matthew swung his arms into a big X, hissing at Alfred to shut up, but his brother managed to once again ignore him.
“Look, Arthur! It’s Mattie! We didn’t even notice him!”
Arthur rolled over onto his stomach and squinted his eyes, finally seeming to focus on Matthew and not the clock behind him.
“How long… have you been here?”, asked the Englishman tensely.
“Long enough! I mean, no, not like that, not long enough! Wait, that didn’t come out right, I…“
“You were… ~what?~”, Arthur asked slowly in a lethal whisper, slowly turning an interesting shade of burgundy.
“I mean, I was just looking for-“
Apparently, that wasn’t the best choice of words. SNAP went Arthur’s self control, almost audibly, as he jumped to his hands and knees and lunged forward to grab Matthew by front of his shirt; the distraught Canadian barely had the time to eep as he half sprawled across the table, courtesy of one Arthur Kirkland, looking positively murderous, pulling him forward.
“Just looking?! Matthew Williams, I did NOT raise you to- to spy on people when they’re-“
“What?! Arthur, that’s not-“
“Don’t interrupt me! I said I didn’t raise you for such obscenities!”
“Well of course you didn’t, because-“
“It was that French swine, wasn’t it?! Left him alone with you for just a few years-“
“-it wasn’t just a few years, though, but that doesn’t matter because you’re not underst-“
“-and he turns you from a sweet and innocent child into some perverse-“
“Francis didn’t do anything to me! You’re not listen-“
“Um… Mattie?”
“-perverse… I don’t know what! What else has he taught you?!”
“He hasn’t taught me ~anything~ Arthur, I-“
“Don’t lie to me, boy! You were always going on about lessons from that cur, and now they’re finally coming back to-“
“They were French lessons! He was just teaching me to speak-“
“Mattie, are you ok?”
“-French! Just like you taught me to speak English!”
“Well, ~I~ certainly never taught you the way he did, otherwise you wouldn’t be spying-“
“I WASN’T SPYING!”
“-oh, right, just ~looking~ then. I swear, when I’m done with him, he shan’t have a whole bone left in that spineless, child-corrupting body-“
“I WAS LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT! A WAY OUT, ARTHUR! Not- not what you’re thinking!”
“Oh, ~just~ a way out? Then why didn’t you ~say~ something! You know, get our attention?”
“I DID say something, you were just-“
“Mattie! Are you ok?”
“-just…I mean, you weren’t exactly paying attention so I…”
“So you what? Chose to stay for the show?!”
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“Are you ~crying~, Mattie?”
“Really? Because last I checked, yelling implied some sort of audible vocalization as opposed to… oh, I don’t know, just hiding-“
“I wasn’t hiding!”
“Yes, what you were doing was most definitely hiding-“
“You don’t even ~know~ what I was doing! You didn’t even notice me yelling-“
“-because you weren’t yelling, perhaps?”
“I was too! I wasn’t hiding!”
“Yes, you-“
“HE WASN’T HIDING, ARTHUR!”.
Both Matthew and Arthur flinched at the boom of Alfred’s voice. Apparently, in the heat of the argument, both had forgotten just how loud the American could yell, especially if anyone, God forbid, ignore him.
“Mattie! Look at me! Are you crying, yes or no?”
“No!”, exclaimed Matthew with a sniffle.
“Matthew, you-“
“Shut up, Arthur! You just made him cry!”
“W-what?”, spluttered Arthur, finally noticing that Matthew’s eyes were indeed quite red with unshed tears.
“It’s alright, Mattie!”, grinned Alfred, pulling the Canadian into a sideways hug, “No one thinks you were hiding.”
“Well, I-“
“Shut up, Arthur. Don’t worry, Mattie, Arthur’s just being a dick” - Arthur gasped in indignation - “so you shouldn’t listen to him. Don’t cry, ok?”
“I wasn’t going to.”, growled Matthew, or tried to, the lump in his throat making the words into more of a squeak.
“And stop calling me ‘Mattie’.”, he tried again, managing the words in an almost normal tone.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“See, Arthur, he’s not a little kid anymore!”
“So what does that-“
“Don’t you get it? Matthew’s lonely! He wanted to join us!”
“WHAT?!”, gasped Arthur and Matthew in unison, equally horrified expressions on their faces.
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Kolkolkolkolkol. The plot, if there ever was one, grows thicker.
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Have fun on your trip authornon ♥
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Can't wait for the next part
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Love this fic!!!
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