Family Affairs 15/28
Title: Family Affairs
Chapter 15/28: Clean Up
Characters: Canada, Prussia, Québec, Ontario
Author: Orangepencils
Genre: Romance, Family, Humor
Rating for this chapter: T for language, Prussia, Québec, Ontario, suggestive material
Warnings: Human names used, and language...
Pairings: PrussiaxCanada
Summary: A look into the "family" life of Canada, Prussia and two of Canada's boys; Québec and Ontario. Fun times ahead guaranteed! How will the boys deal with Prussia and how will Prussia deal with the "kids"?
This chapter summary: Matthew, Gilbert, Vincent and Jean-Pierre are doing the dishes. This can't be good...
Family Affairs
Clean Up
Hi… research is a pain in the ass.
Originally, this chapter was just between Québec and Ontario, but then I realized there was an overwhelming lack of Prussia and Canada, so I made some modifications to it. This chapter was born May 17th in Ottawa. P. and I were doing the dishes and then everything took a turn from there. The facts mentioned in this chapter are true.
Also, since I always do the dishes with gloves and P. doesn’t and since whenever we “RP” she’s Canada and I’m Prussia, I threw that in.
I’ve edited chapters 1-11 so all pesky typos in those chapters are now obliterated.
I’ll shut up now and let you read on the chapter until the next note at the end.
Characters: Prussia, Canada, Québec, Ontario
Rating: T for suggestive material, Prussia, Québec and Ontario.
Disclaimer: Contrasting emotions through this one; buckle in.
Family Affairs
Clean Up
Matthew entered his kitchen to find about enough dirty dishes to cover the area of a small country. He and Gilbert had been away for the past three days on a quiet little getaway up North and it had been late when they got home the night before. He sighed and already knew who the culprits were.
He had a very strict and clear rule in his house concerning dishes; everyone was responsible for their own and that meant if someone used a dish, they were responsible for cleaning it up. As for pots and pans that were used for making meals, Canada made cleaning units. He would clean those dishes with Gilbert on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays whereas Vincent and/or Jean-Pierre (depending if his eldest was there or not) would clean the dishes on the other days.
In his opinion, that was a fare exchange, since the boys had to do it three days and there was also the fact he did their laundry if they gave it to him.
Matthew would have left the boys to clean up after their three day mess, but not only where there no clean dishes left for him to use, but both his sons left for a doctor’s appointment that morning and hadn’t returned yet. Since he really wanted eggs and he loathed seeing his kitchen counter buried with so many dirty dishes, he took out a sponge and soap and started cleaning away while grumbling to himself.
Prussia made his appearance some thirty minutes later and whistled when he saw the mountains of cups, utensils, bowls and other such things. He said nothing, as he leaned against the counter and watched Canada silently scrub away at a frying pan. It was safer there than in someone else’s hands.
“Those two are in so much trouble when they get home; they won’t even know what hit them.” Gilbert laughed at that.
“That was sort of dumb of their part to simply leave everything like that on the counter. I mean, the dishwasher’s right there. Even the awesome me knows I have to put the things either in the machine or clean ‘em.” He smirked to himself. He learnt quickly not to mess with Matthew when it came to cleaning the dishes.
He tried once to simply leave his dirty cutlery in the kitchen sink and when the Canadian saw it, he was stuck with the chore for well over a month. He never did it again. It was effective teaching, if anything else.
“Really now?” Matthew asked him cutting him out of his train of thoughts. Gilbert had no idea what he was talking about and looked at the younger man, who was now smiling viciously at him. For some reason, Prussia was all of a sudden slightly afraid of his lover.
“Eum, yeah, why?” He watched with horror as Matthew pulled out a mug from the depths of the sink. The Prussian’s eyes widened; he recognized that mug. Hell, it was his mug, his very favourite one. It was bright yellow with a small chick on it and the words “AWESOME!” were written in bright red letters on it.
He remembered how he used it three days ago, in a hurry, before leaving for the country house. He finished his coffee that morning and was distracted, so he simply put the mug in the sink and then they left. He completely forgot about it.
“Ah, scheisse.” He watched Canada smirk triumphantly at him and didn’t even give him the chance to tell him his consequence. Gilbert sighed to himself and walked over to the sink.
“Fine, I’ll help you with the dishes, but I want the gloves.” Matthew quirked an eyebrow at that.
“You’re kidding; it’s dishes, not some flea infested motel bathroom.” Gilbert shuddered at the thought.
“If you think I’m letting my awesome hands touch that; you’re out of your mind.” Matthew rolled his eyes and handed him the pair of yellow rubber gloves.
While Prussia washed the dishes, Canada rinsed them and left them to air dry. They stood side by side going through forks, knives and other utensils for a good steady twenty minutes, before it got to be boring for Gilbert.
He eyed the growing mountain of soap bubbles and smiled as he got an idea. He dropped the current glass he was washing and cupped a large amount of foam in his gloved hands.
“Hey, Matt.” He called. Matthew turned his head in his lover’s direction and was about to answer “what?” but the words never left his lips, for he was assaulted by a large quantity of soapy foam in the face. He recoiled back from the impact and the fork he had been rinsing clattered to the bottom of the sink.
“G-Gil, what the hell?!” Prussia laughed at Canada’s reaction so much he didn’t notice Matthew taking the nozzle of the faucet and aiming it at him. He only realized when he felt the cold water hit his chest. Gilbert stared at him for a moment before removing his gloves quickly.
“Oh, this is war!” Matthew had the good sense of starting to run about, a second before Gilbert started chasing him. He ran after him around the kitchen table, over the couch, to the other side of the coffee table, back to the kitchen, through the dining room, and finally the chase ended when Prussia pinned Canada to the wall next to the refrigerator.
“Looks like I caught you.” Gilbert whispered to the shorter man as they both tried to regain their breaths. They breathed heavily, chests rising up and down, Gilbert holding Matthew’s hands firmly by the side of his face, Canada locking his gaze with Prussia, Gilbert doing the same. They remained like that for a moment and then two, before Matthew was the first to break from the trance and leaned closer until his lips claimed the Prussian’s.
Prussia would have liked for the kiss to go on for a little longer, but Canada was quick to pull back with a smile on his lips.
“You taste like maple.” He said.
“I ate some of those maple candies you keep hidden in your bedside table.” Matthew chuckled at that.
“If you keep on eating so much maple related stuff, you’ll get fat and grow pudgy.”
“I’m too awesome to gain weight.” Matthew smirked at him and managed to free an arm which he used to poke the Prussian’s stomach with.
“Just you wait; it’ll happen before you even know it. However, if you exercise, that’s a different story.”
“Oh, but I get plenty of exercise.” Matthew quirked an eyebrow at that.
“Flexing your muscles in front of the mirror hardly counts as exercise, Gil.”
“That’s not what I meant. You know, some might say I just went through an intense workout these past three days and almost every other day; so I’m quite… active.” Gilbert gave the younger man a lewd smile and watched with amusement as Matthew’s cheeks coloured red as understanding came to him. However, it didn’t last long and a smirk was quick to replace the partially mortified expression.
“In that case then, we must be extremely fit.” He murmured seductively. The Canadian freed his other arm and used his strength to flip over their position so it was Gilbert who had his back against the wall and he was straddling the Prussian’s body.
“However, I heard morning exercise can really benefit one’s body.” Matthew whispered in Gilbert’s ear sending shivers down the other’s spine.
“We should get to it, then.” He managed to say. With a final smirk, Matthew had his arms around Gilbert’s neck and his lips moulded to the taller man’s.
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“Oh, sacrament! Câlisse, arck, ostie, c’pas assez qu’vous êtes comme des fucking lapins pendant la nuit, mais là vous faites ça pendant l’jour?! Ugh, tabarnak.”/ “Oh, God! Fuck it, ew, Christ, it’s not enough you’re like fucking rabbits at night, but now you’re doing it during the day?! Ugh, God damn it.” Jean-Pierre said as he walked into the kitchen to find his father lip locked with Gilbert; one hand around the Prussian’s waist, the other lost in the man’s silver locks, while Gilbert had snuck a hand under Matthew’s shirt and the second hand was fisted in the same shirt.
Québec blocked his view with his good arm while he took a few steps back to make sure enough distance was put between them. He would have thought his father was going to pull away with an embarrassed look and a blush on his face, but instead, Matthew finished his kiss before pulling away and smiled at his sons. He was feeling too good to be embarrassed.
“At least you didn’t find them sprawled on the couch like I did.” Vincent told his brother as he hobbled in. Québec shuddered at the thought but said nothing.
“How was your doctor’s visit?” Gilbert asked as he wrapped an arm around Matthew’s waist who didn’t seem to mind the contact, unlike the two younger men.
“On est pogné avec ces merdes là pour encore un bout. Bon ben, ch’sais pas pour toi, l’frère, mais ça m’tente vraiment po d’rester icitte pendant qu’c’est deux là s’amusent dans ‘cuisine, mais moi j’fous mon camp, bye.”/ “We’re stuck with these shits for a while longer. Well, I don’t know ‘bout you, but I don’t feel like staying here while those two have their fun in the kitchen, but I’m out of here, bye.” Québec made to leave and Ontario was keen on following him, but Canada stopped them both.
“Pas si vite, les gars. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you leave when you’ve left me with so many dirty dishes?”/ “Not so fast, boys…” The brothers looked at each other before looking back at their father.
“Bah, chais pas si t’as remarqué, mais j’ai un bras dans l’plâtre pis Vincent y’a jambe petée. On va pas aller ben loin pour ce qui est vaisselle.”/ “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have an arm in a cast and Vince broke his leg. We’re not gonna go far dishes wise.” Ontario and Québec high fived each other thinking they outsmarted their father, but Canada was more than a one trick pony.
“J’vous accorde le fait que vous êtes blessés, mais Jean, tes pieds sont corrects and Vincent, you have full use of your hands. Therefore, Vince, you’ll wash and it will be my pleasure to set you a chair so you don’t have to put any weight on your injured foot. I’ll rinse, Gilbert, you’ll dry the dishes and Jean, you can put everything away.”/ “I agree with the fact you’re injured, but Jean, you’re feet are okay…” The three other men looked at each other and sighed; at least they weren’t stuck doing this alone.
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The first twenty minutes or so went relatively well. Everyone did their task without much complaining. Polite conversation was exchanged and everything was running smoothly, until Vincent extended his good leg when Jean-Pierre went to put a plate away and tripped him. Luckily, Québec had some good reflexes so he didn’t go flying to the floor, but he wasn’t so pleased with the little stunt his brother pulled on him.
“Viarge, tu peux-tu r’garder où cé qu’tu mets tes ostie d’gros pieds puants?!”/ “Fuck, can’t you look where you put your fucking smelly feet?!” The older brother hissed out. Matthew sighed; so much for peace and quiet.
“It’s not my problem if you’re too blind to not see my foot. It probably explains why you can’t drive properly.”
“Câlisse, on va pas r’commencer avec ça? Grandit Vincent, han!”/ “God damn it, we’re not gonna start with this? Grow up Vincent, hm!” Québec bypassed his brother and put the salad bowl away.
“Avoue, t’es juste jaloux de ma supériorité. J’veux dire, I’m beautiful, I’m billingual-”/ “Admit it, you’re just jealous of my superiority. I mean,…”
“Et pourtant, j’ai le taux le plus élevé de bilinguisme.”/ “But I have the highest rate for bilingualism.”
“Even though more than half of your own people refuse to speak English.”
“Boys…”
“Parce que c’t’une langue pour connards.”/ “Cause it’s a language for retards.”
“I’m richer than you and always will be.”
“Et c’est pour ça que tu dois emprunter de l’argent c’t’année.”/ “And that’s why you need to borrow money this year.”
“Tait toi!”/ “Shut up!”
“Non, t’as commencé, j’vais continuer. Et pour ton information, frangin, dans certains domaines, oui, y m’manque du cash, mais dans d’autres j’suis un des plus riches.”/ “No, you started, I’ll continue. And for your information, little brother, in some domains, yes I don’t have cash, but in others, I’m one of the richest.” Québec smirked and Ontario was silent for a moment.
“Wow, t’as d’l’eau pis de l’aluminium. Au moins, moi j’ai de l’uranium. I can invade you and whoop your ass.”/ “Wow, you have water and aluminum. At least I have uranium…”
“Hmm, j’te f’rais pas trop confiance avec ça. J’veux dire, y’a bien une bombe qui a explosé dans une banque en mai. Wow, bravo pour la sécurité.”/ “Hmm, I wouldn’t trust you with that. I mean, there was a bomb that exploded in a bank in May. Wow, good job on security.”
“Les gars…”/ “Boys…”
“Well, at least I’m important. I’m the center of the country.”
“Non, ça c’est l’père, espèce de cave.”/ “No, that’s Dad, dumbass.”
“At least my transit system beats yours at any given day. I have double-decker busses, accordion busses and they run practically all day long!”
“Et moi j’ai un métro.”/ “And I have a subway.”
“For your information, I have one as well.”
“Le mien coûte moins cher, pis c’est la même chose pour mes bus.”/ “Mine costs less, and it’s the same thing for my busses.” Vincent smirked, while Gilbert and Matthew exchanged exasperated looks. Why Jean-Pierre and Vincent couldn’t get along was beyond them.
“At least my service is better. It’s obvious more money means better quality. You should be taking notes in order to improve; unless you want to stay the way you are…” Jean-Pierre took some mousse from the sink and threw it at Vincent.
“Ouf, you’re scaring me with your foam. Daddy, please help me.” Ontario said sarcastically.
“Behave…”
“Si tu pense que t’es si important, dit moi alors pourquoi c’est moi le premier qui a eu les Olympiques, pourquoi c’est moi qui a eu la première parade Olympique cette année, pis pourquoi c’est mon athlète qui nous a donné la première médaille d’or. Étrange, non? Ah, pis en passant, j’vois que tes bids pour les Olympiques ce sont bien passés. On t’a carrément tassé du ch’min. Si tu veux, j’pourrais te donner des billets à bon prix pour les jeux d’hiver de 2022.”/ “If you think you’re so important than tell me why I was the first to get the Olympics, why I was the first to host the Olympic parade this year and why it was my athlete who gave us the first gold medal. Strange, no? Ah, and by the ways, I see your bids for the Olympics went well. They totally pushed you aside. If you want, I can get you tickets for a good price for the 2022 winter games.”
“It’s not even sure you’re going to get them! And there’s more to life than sports, dumbass.”
“Mais pourtant, t’étais bien jaloux quand j’ai inventé le hockey. Papa était si fier de moi… toute l’attention que j’ai eu… pis toi qu’on n’écoutait pas…”/ “But you were so jealous when I invented hockey. Dad was so proud of me… all the attention I got… and no one listened to you…” Québec smirked as Ontario flushed with rage.
“Shut up!” Oh, he had hit a sensitive chord.
“Ça te rappelles de bons souvenirs d’enfance?”/ “Brings back some good old childhood memories?”
“At least I’m not known as the crazy province filled with separatists and French wannabes. At least my people are patriotic of their country and I’m remembered for more than my maple syrup and my water. At least I have class and better tourist attractions!”
Matthew wanted to intervene, but his sons were exchanging quips so quickly it was difficult for him to place a word. He supposed as long as they didn’t get physical it would be okay. Beside him, Gilbert opted to simply tune out the boys, since there was no way in hell he would understand the exchange.
“Aye, au pire, calme toi. C’est toi qui as commencé, en passant. Pis, à titre de curiosité, comment c’qui vont tes taux de natalité? Pas si élevé, han? C’est c’que j’me disais. Ah ouais, pis l’adoption, ça va bien? Encore, c’est moi qui gagne.”/ “Worst comes to worst, calm down. You started this, by the ways. Oh and out of curiosity, how’s the birthrate going? Not that high, hm? That’s what I thought. And adoption, going well? Again, I win.”
“Well good for you! At least I respect my family and I’m better behaved than you. I’ve never killed any politicians and I try to get along with everybody. I don’t think you can say the same, or did you forget a certain quiet revolution?” Vincent could see the rage mount in his brother. He was on the brink of snapping; Vincent smirked to himself.
“That’s what I thought; you’re nothing but a little savage out for a quick fuck and an easy grab for cash. You’re despicable.” Vincent sneered at him.
“Crisse, j’men vais! J’ai pas besoin de c’te marde là.”/ “Christ, I’m leaving! I don’t need this shit.” He made to leave, but Ontario stopped him with a final comment.
“Tu vas aller où, dans ta p’tite boîte?”/ “Where you gonna go, in your little box?” Ontario watched as Québec slowly turned around and walked towards him before punching him squarely in the jaw.
“Jean-Pierre! That’s enough!” Matthew said quickly as he placed himself between his two sons. He knew he should have done something sooner. These little spats always ended the same way; he should have seen this one coming.
“Câline les gars, vous n’avez plus cinq ans. C’tu possible de passé une sainte journée sans que vous vous faites chier? Crime, j’tais parti pendant trois jours pis vous vous n’êtes pas entre tué. C’est quoi l’problème?”/ “Damn it boys, you’re not five anymore. Is it possible to pass one day without the two of you getting on each other’s nerves? I was gone for three days and you didn’t kill each other. What’s the problem?”
“C’est lui l’problème!”/ “He’s the problem!” Québec spat out venomously. Canada couldn’t understand how a little brotherly exchange ended in shambles. But then again, with his eldest who took everything too seriously and his second born who liked to provoke his brother, no discussion was safe. He sighed to himself.
“I think you’ve done enough dishes for one day. Go get some air to calm down. We’ll talk about this later.” Jean-Pierre didn’t need to be told twice as he stomped out the front door. Vincent made his way to the basement and closed the door behind him.
“Your boys have issues.” Gilbert, who had been silent throughout the exchange, said as he put a comforting hand to his lover’s shoulder.
“You would think after over one hundred and fifty years, they would have put everything behind them, but the way they act sometimes, it’s as if everything happened yesterday.” Matthew said as he put his face in his hands. Prussia took the chair Vincent had been sitting on and pulled Matthew to his lap. They sat there for a moment as the Prussian rubbed soothing circles on the younger man’s back.
“It’s not your fault; it’s just the way their personalities clash together.” Gilbert tried.
“No, it’s the way Francis and Arthur fought while around them when they were younger and what Francis told Jean when he was taking care of him. That and the way one of his leader’s completely changed him.” Prussia could see Canada’s mood darkening quickly and knew he had to do something fast.
“At least he still cares for his family. All things considered, he’s on the road to recovery.” Matthew sighed and leaned his head on Gilbert’s chest. He closed his eyes momentarily and saw a brief flash of his son, some forty years ago, and shuddered. It had been one of the moments in his life when he had been the most worried for the future of Québec.
Gilbert was right, there had been a tremendous change over the years and he knew, deep down, Vincent and Jean-Pierre did care for each other and that much like his parental figures, they just had strange ways of showing it.
“By the way, I meant to ask, why is it Vincent is always trying to make himself so superior? I mean, what’s the deal?” Canada rolled his eyes.
“It’s his ego speaking. Since Ottawa is the capital of the country and Toronto is his own capital and one of the most important cities, he thinks it makes him special or something. I think he does it just to get Jean pissed off. I stopped trying to understand their logic a while back.”
“I see, well, he should know that what makes Ottawa awesome is the fact I’m in it now, if you know what I mean.” Gilbert winked at him and waggled his eyebrows and Matthew groaned as he hit his arm.
“You’re impossible.” He muttered from the confines of the older man’s chest.
“Yeah, but you love me for it.” He had a point.
OWARI 15
TO BE CONTINUED
Dieu, chapitre qui ne voulait jamais finir! Goodness, long chapter was long! Next up, new characters!
Yeah and Olympics, lol, I had to. AND WINTER OLYMPICS 2022, GO QUÉBEC!
Thank you to P. for the awesome ideas for this and corrections.
I do accept anonymous reviews
Started writing: September 5th 2010, 6:53pm
Finished writing: September 6th 2010, 4:45pm
Started typing: September 12th 2010, 7:42pm
Finished typing: September 12th 2010, 9:51pm
Chapter 15/28: Clean Up
Characters: Canada, Prussia, Québec, Ontario
Author: Orangepencils
Genre: Romance, Family, Humor
Rating for this chapter: T for language, Prussia, Québec, Ontario, suggestive material
Warnings: Human names used, and language...
Pairings: PrussiaxCanada
Summary: A look into the "family" life of Canada, Prussia and two of Canada's boys; Québec and Ontario. Fun times ahead guaranteed! How will the boys deal with Prussia and how will Prussia deal with the "kids"?
This chapter summary: Matthew, Gilbert, Vincent and Jean-Pierre are doing the dishes. This can't be good...
Family Affairs
Clean Up
Hi… research is a pain in the ass.
Originally, this chapter was just between Québec and Ontario, but then I realized there was an overwhelming lack of Prussia and Canada, so I made some modifications to it. This chapter was born May 17th in Ottawa. P. and I were doing the dishes and then everything took a turn from there. The facts mentioned in this chapter are true.
Also, since I always do the dishes with gloves and P. doesn’t and since whenever we “RP” she’s Canada and I’m Prussia, I threw that in.
I’ve edited chapters 1-11 so all pesky typos in those chapters are now obliterated.
I’ll shut up now and let you read on the chapter until the next note at the end.
Characters: Prussia, Canada, Québec, Ontario
Rating: T for suggestive material, Prussia, Québec and Ontario.
Disclaimer: Contrasting emotions through this one; buckle in.
Family Affairs
Clean Up
Matthew entered his kitchen to find about enough dirty dishes to cover the area of a small country. He and Gilbert had been away for the past three days on a quiet little getaway up North and it had been late when they got home the night before. He sighed and already knew who the culprits were.
He had a very strict and clear rule in his house concerning dishes; everyone was responsible for their own and that meant if someone used a dish, they were responsible for cleaning it up. As for pots and pans that were used for making meals, Canada made cleaning units. He would clean those dishes with Gilbert on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays whereas Vincent and/or Jean-Pierre (depending if his eldest was there or not) would clean the dishes on the other days.
In his opinion, that was a fare exchange, since the boys had to do it three days and there was also the fact he did their laundry if they gave it to him.
Matthew would have left the boys to clean up after their three day mess, but not only where there no clean dishes left for him to use, but both his sons left for a doctor’s appointment that morning and hadn’t returned yet. Since he really wanted eggs and he loathed seeing his kitchen counter buried with so many dirty dishes, he took out a sponge and soap and started cleaning away while grumbling to himself.
Prussia made his appearance some thirty minutes later and whistled when he saw the mountains of cups, utensils, bowls and other such things. He said nothing, as he leaned against the counter and watched Canada silently scrub away at a frying pan. It was safer there than in someone else’s hands.
“Those two are in so much trouble when they get home; they won’t even know what hit them.” Gilbert laughed at that.
“That was sort of dumb of their part to simply leave everything like that on the counter. I mean, the dishwasher’s right there. Even the awesome me knows I have to put the things either in the machine or clean ‘em.” He smirked to himself. He learnt quickly not to mess with Matthew when it came to cleaning the dishes.
He tried once to simply leave his dirty cutlery in the kitchen sink and when the Canadian saw it, he was stuck with the chore for well over a month. He never did it again. It was effective teaching, if anything else.
“Really now?” Matthew asked him cutting him out of his train of thoughts. Gilbert had no idea what he was talking about and looked at the younger man, who was now smiling viciously at him. For some reason, Prussia was all of a sudden slightly afraid of his lover.
“Eum, yeah, why?” He watched with horror as Matthew pulled out a mug from the depths of the sink. The Prussian’s eyes widened; he recognized that mug. Hell, it was his mug, his very favourite one. It was bright yellow with a small chick on it and the words “AWESOME!” were written in bright red letters on it.
He remembered how he used it three days ago, in a hurry, before leaving for the country house. He finished his coffee that morning and was distracted, so he simply put the mug in the sink and then they left. He completely forgot about it.
“Ah, scheisse.” He watched Canada smirk triumphantly at him and didn’t even give him the chance to tell him his consequence. Gilbert sighed to himself and walked over to the sink.
“Fine, I’ll help you with the dishes, but I want the gloves.” Matthew quirked an eyebrow at that.
“You’re kidding; it’s dishes, not some flea infested motel bathroom.” Gilbert shuddered at the thought.
“If you think I’m letting my awesome hands touch that; you’re out of your mind.” Matthew rolled his eyes and handed him the pair of yellow rubber gloves.
While Prussia washed the dishes, Canada rinsed them and left them to air dry. They stood side by side going through forks, knives and other utensils for a good steady twenty minutes, before it got to be boring for Gilbert.
He eyed the growing mountain of soap bubbles and smiled as he got an idea. He dropped the current glass he was washing and cupped a large amount of foam in his gloved hands.
“Hey, Matt.” He called. Matthew turned his head in his lover’s direction and was about to answer “what?” but the words never left his lips, for he was assaulted by a large quantity of soapy foam in the face. He recoiled back from the impact and the fork he had been rinsing clattered to the bottom of the sink.
“G-Gil, what the hell?!” Prussia laughed at Canada’s reaction so much he didn’t notice Matthew taking the nozzle of the faucet and aiming it at him. He only realized when he felt the cold water hit his chest. Gilbert stared at him for a moment before removing his gloves quickly.
“Oh, this is war!” Matthew had the good sense of starting to run about, a second before Gilbert started chasing him. He ran after him around the kitchen table, over the couch, to the other side of the coffee table, back to the kitchen, through the dining room, and finally the chase ended when Prussia pinned Canada to the wall next to the refrigerator.
“Looks like I caught you.” Gilbert whispered to the shorter man as they both tried to regain their breaths. They breathed heavily, chests rising up and down, Gilbert holding Matthew’s hands firmly by the side of his face, Canada locking his gaze with Prussia, Gilbert doing the same. They remained like that for a moment and then two, before Matthew was the first to break from the trance and leaned closer until his lips claimed the Prussian’s.
Prussia would have liked for the kiss to go on for a little longer, but Canada was quick to pull back with a smile on his lips.
“You taste like maple.” He said.
“I ate some of those maple candies you keep hidden in your bedside table.” Matthew chuckled at that.
“If you keep on eating so much maple related stuff, you’ll get fat and grow pudgy.”
“I’m too awesome to gain weight.” Matthew smirked at him and managed to free an arm which he used to poke the Prussian’s stomach with.
“Just you wait; it’ll happen before you even know it. However, if you exercise, that’s a different story.”
“Oh, but I get plenty of exercise.” Matthew quirked an eyebrow at that.
“Flexing your muscles in front of the mirror hardly counts as exercise, Gil.”
“That’s not what I meant. You know, some might say I just went through an intense workout these past three days and almost every other day; so I’m quite… active.” Gilbert gave the younger man a lewd smile and watched with amusement as Matthew’s cheeks coloured red as understanding came to him. However, it didn’t last long and a smirk was quick to replace the partially mortified expression.
“In that case then, we must be extremely fit.” He murmured seductively. The Canadian freed his other arm and used his strength to flip over their position so it was Gilbert who had his back against the wall and he was straddling the Prussian’s body.
“However, I heard morning exercise can really benefit one’s body.” Matthew whispered in Gilbert’s ear sending shivers down the other’s spine.
“We should get to it, then.” He managed to say. With a final smirk, Matthew had his arms around Gilbert’s neck and his lips moulded to the taller man’s.
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“Oh, sacrament! Câlisse, arck, ostie, c’pas assez qu’vous êtes comme des fucking lapins pendant la nuit, mais là vous faites ça pendant l’jour?! Ugh, tabarnak.”/ “Oh, God! Fuck it, ew, Christ, it’s not enough you’re like fucking rabbits at night, but now you’re doing it during the day?! Ugh, God damn it.” Jean-Pierre said as he walked into the kitchen to find his father lip locked with Gilbert; one hand around the Prussian’s waist, the other lost in the man’s silver locks, while Gilbert had snuck a hand under Matthew’s shirt and the second hand was fisted in the same shirt.
Québec blocked his view with his good arm while he took a few steps back to make sure enough distance was put between them. He would have thought his father was going to pull away with an embarrassed look and a blush on his face, but instead, Matthew finished his kiss before pulling away and smiled at his sons. He was feeling too good to be embarrassed.
“At least you didn’t find them sprawled on the couch like I did.” Vincent told his brother as he hobbled in. Québec shuddered at the thought but said nothing.
“How was your doctor’s visit?” Gilbert asked as he wrapped an arm around Matthew’s waist who didn’t seem to mind the contact, unlike the two younger men.
“On est pogné avec ces merdes là pour encore un bout. Bon ben, ch’sais pas pour toi, l’frère, mais ça m’tente vraiment po d’rester icitte pendant qu’c’est deux là s’amusent dans ‘cuisine, mais moi j’fous mon camp, bye.”/ “We’re stuck with these shits for a while longer. Well, I don’t know ‘bout you, but I don’t feel like staying here while those two have their fun in the kitchen, but I’m out of here, bye.” Québec made to leave and Ontario was keen on following him, but Canada stopped them both.
“Pas si vite, les gars. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you leave when you’ve left me with so many dirty dishes?”/ “Not so fast, boys…” The brothers looked at each other before looking back at their father.
“Bah, chais pas si t’as remarqué, mais j’ai un bras dans l’plâtre pis Vincent y’a jambe petée. On va pas aller ben loin pour ce qui est vaisselle.”/ “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have an arm in a cast and Vince broke his leg. We’re not gonna go far dishes wise.” Ontario and Québec high fived each other thinking they outsmarted their father, but Canada was more than a one trick pony.
“J’vous accorde le fait que vous êtes blessés, mais Jean, tes pieds sont corrects and Vincent, you have full use of your hands. Therefore, Vince, you’ll wash and it will be my pleasure to set you a chair so you don’t have to put any weight on your injured foot. I’ll rinse, Gilbert, you’ll dry the dishes and Jean, you can put everything away.”/ “I agree with the fact you’re injured, but Jean, you’re feet are okay…” The three other men looked at each other and sighed; at least they weren’t stuck doing this alone.
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The first twenty minutes or so went relatively well. Everyone did their task without much complaining. Polite conversation was exchanged and everything was running smoothly, until Vincent extended his good leg when Jean-Pierre went to put a plate away and tripped him. Luckily, Québec had some good reflexes so he didn’t go flying to the floor, but he wasn’t so pleased with the little stunt his brother pulled on him.
“Viarge, tu peux-tu r’garder où cé qu’tu mets tes ostie d’gros pieds puants?!”/ “Fuck, can’t you look where you put your fucking smelly feet?!” The older brother hissed out. Matthew sighed; so much for peace and quiet.
“It’s not my problem if you’re too blind to not see my foot. It probably explains why you can’t drive properly.”
“Câlisse, on va pas r’commencer avec ça? Grandit Vincent, han!”/ “God damn it, we’re not gonna start with this? Grow up Vincent, hm!” Québec bypassed his brother and put the salad bowl away.
“Avoue, t’es juste jaloux de ma supériorité. J’veux dire, I’m beautiful, I’m billingual-”/ “Admit it, you’re just jealous of my superiority. I mean,…”
“Et pourtant, j’ai le taux le plus élevé de bilinguisme.”/ “But I have the highest rate for bilingualism.”
“Even though more than half of your own people refuse to speak English.”
“Boys…”
“Parce que c’t’une langue pour connards.”/ “Cause it’s a language for retards.”
“I’m richer than you and always will be.”
“Et c’est pour ça que tu dois emprunter de l’argent c’t’année.”/ “And that’s why you need to borrow money this year.”
“Tait toi!”/ “Shut up!”
“Non, t’as commencé, j’vais continuer. Et pour ton information, frangin, dans certains domaines, oui, y m’manque du cash, mais dans d’autres j’suis un des plus riches.”/ “No, you started, I’ll continue. And for your information, little brother, in some domains, yes I don’t have cash, but in others, I’m one of the richest.” Québec smirked and Ontario was silent for a moment.
“Wow, t’as d’l’eau pis de l’aluminium. Au moins, moi j’ai de l’uranium. I can invade you and whoop your ass.”/ “Wow, you have water and aluminum. At least I have uranium…”
“Hmm, j’te f’rais pas trop confiance avec ça. J’veux dire, y’a bien une bombe qui a explosé dans une banque en mai. Wow, bravo pour la sécurité.”/ “Hmm, I wouldn’t trust you with that. I mean, there was a bomb that exploded in a bank in May. Wow, good job on security.”
“Les gars…”/ “Boys…”
“Well, at least I’m important. I’m the center of the country.”
“Non, ça c’est l’père, espèce de cave.”/ “No, that’s Dad, dumbass.”
“At least my transit system beats yours at any given day. I have double-decker busses, accordion busses and they run practically all day long!”
“Et moi j’ai un métro.”/ “And I have a subway.”
“For your information, I have one as well.”
“Le mien coûte moins cher, pis c’est la même chose pour mes bus.”/ “Mine costs less, and it’s the same thing for my busses.” Vincent smirked, while Gilbert and Matthew exchanged exasperated looks. Why Jean-Pierre and Vincent couldn’t get along was beyond them.
“At least my service is better. It’s obvious more money means better quality. You should be taking notes in order to improve; unless you want to stay the way you are…” Jean-Pierre took some mousse from the sink and threw it at Vincent.
“Ouf, you’re scaring me with your foam. Daddy, please help me.” Ontario said sarcastically.
“Behave…”
“Si tu pense que t’es si important, dit moi alors pourquoi c’est moi le premier qui a eu les Olympiques, pourquoi c’est moi qui a eu la première parade Olympique cette année, pis pourquoi c’est mon athlète qui nous a donné la première médaille d’or. Étrange, non? Ah, pis en passant, j’vois que tes bids pour les Olympiques ce sont bien passés. On t’a carrément tassé du ch’min. Si tu veux, j’pourrais te donner des billets à bon prix pour les jeux d’hiver de 2022.”/ “If you think you’re so important than tell me why I was the first to get the Olympics, why I was the first to host the Olympic parade this year and why it was my athlete who gave us the first gold medal. Strange, no? Ah, and by the ways, I see your bids for the Olympics went well. They totally pushed you aside. If you want, I can get you tickets for a good price for the 2022 winter games.”
“It’s not even sure you’re going to get them! And there’s more to life than sports, dumbass.”
“Mais pourtant, t’étais bien jaloux quand j’ai inventé le hockey. Papa était si fier de moi… toute l’attention que j’ai eu… pis toi qu’on n’écoutait pas…”/ “But you were so jealous when I invented hockey. Dad was so proud of me… all the attention I got… and no one listened to you…” Québec smirked as Ontario flushed with rage.
“Shut up!” Oh, he had hit a sensitive chord.
“Ça te rappelles de bons souvenirs d’enfance?”/ “Brings back some good old childhood memories?”
“At least I’m not known as the crazy province filled with separatists and French wannabes. At least my people are patriotic of their country and I’m remembered for more than my maple syrup and my water. At least I have class and better tourist attractions!”
Matthew wanted to intervene, but his sons were exchanging quips so quickly it was difficult for him to place a word. He supposed as long as they didn’t get physical it would be okay. Beside him, Gilbert opted to simply tune out the boys, since there was no way in hell he would understand the exchange.
“Aye, au pire, calme toi. C’est toi qui as commencé, en passant. Pis, à titre de curiosité, comment c’qui vont tes taux de natalité? Pas si élevé, han? C’est c’que j’me disais. Ah ouais, pis l’adoption, ça va bien? Encore, c’est moi qui gagne.”/ “Worst comes to worst, calm down. You started this, by the ways. Oh and out of curiosity, how’s the birthrate going? Not that high, hm? That’s what I thought. And adoption, going well? Again, I win.”
“Well good for you! At least I respect my family and I’m better behaved than you. I’ve never killed any politicians and I try to get along with everybody. I don’t think you can say the same, or did you forget a certain quiet revolution?” Vincent could see the rage mount in his brother. He was on the brink of snapping; Vincent smirked to himself.
“That’s what I thought; you’re nothing but a little savage out for a quick fuck and an easy grab for cash. You’re despicable.” Vincent sneered at him.
“Crisse, j’men vais! J’ai pas besoin de c’te marde là.”/ “Christ, I’m leaving! I don’t need this shit.” He made to leave, but Ontario stopped him with a final comment.
“Tu vas aller où, dans ta p’tite boîte?”/ “Where you gonna go, in your little box?” Ontario watched as Québec slowly turned around and walked towards him before punching him squarely in the jaw.
“Jean-Pierre! That’s enough!” Matthew said quickly as he placed himself between his two sons. He knew he should have done something sooner. These little spats always ended the same way; he should have seen this one coming.
“Câline les gars, vous n’avez plus cinq ans. C’tu possible de passé une sainte journée sans que vous vous faites chier? Crime, j’tais parti pendant trois jours pis vous vous n’êtes pas entre tué. C’est quoi l’problème?”/ “Damn it boys, you’re not five anymore. Is it possible to pass one day without the two of you getting on each other’s nerves? I was gone for three days and you didn’t kill each other. What’s the problem?”
“C’est lui l’problème!”/ “He’s the problem!” Québec spat out venomously. Canada couldn’t understand how a little brotherly exchange ended in shambles. But then again, with his eldest who took everything too seriously and his second born who liked to provoke his brother, no discussion was safe. He sighed to himself.
“I think you’ve done enough dishes for one day. Go get some air to calm down. We’ll talk about this later.” Jean-Pierre didn’t need to be told twice as he stomped out the front door. Vincent made his way to the basement and closed the door behind him.
“Your boys have issues.” Gilbert, who had been silent throughout the exchange, said as he put a comforting hand to his lover’s shoulder.
“You would think after over one hundred and fifty years, they would have put everything behind them, but the way they act sometimes, it’s as if everything happened yesterday.” Matthew said as he put his face in his hands. Prussia took the chair Vincent had been sitting on and pulled Matthew to his lap. They sat there for a moment as the Prussian rubbed soothing circles on the younger man’s back.
“It’s not your fault; it’s just the way their personalities clash together.” Gilbert tried.
“No, it’s the way Francis and Arthur fought while around them when they were younger and what Francis told Jean when he was taking care of him. That and the way one of his leader’s completely changed him.” Prussia could see Canada’s mood darkening quickly and knew he had to do something fast.
“At least he still cares for his family. All things considered, he’s on the road to recovery.” Matthew sighed and leaned his head on Gilbert’s chest. He closed his eyes momentarily and saw a brief flash of his son, some forty years ago, and shuddered. It had been one of the moments in his life when he had been the most worried for the future of Québec.
Gilbert was right, there had been a tremendous change over the years and he knew, deep down, Vincent and Jean-Pierre did care for each other and that much like his parental figures, they just had strange ways of showing it.
“By the way, I meant to ask, why is it Vincent is always trying to make himself so superior? I mean, what’s the deal?” Canada rolled his eyes.
“It’s his ego speaking. Since Ottawa is the capital of the country and Toronto is his own capital and one of the most important cities, he thinks it makes him special or something. I think he does it just to get Jean pissed off. I stopped trying to understand their logic a while back.”
“I see, well, he should know that what makes Ottawa awesome is the fact I’m in it now, if you know what I mean.” Gilbert winked at him and waggled his eyebrows and Matthew groaned as he hit his arm.
“You’re impossible.” He muttered from the confines of the older man’s chest.
“Yeah, but you love me for it.” He had a point.
OWARI 15
TO BE CONTINUED
Dieu, chapitre qui ne voulait jamais finir! Goodness, long chapter was long! Next up, new characters!
Yeah and Olympics, lol, I had to. AND WINTER OLYMPICS 2022, GO QUÉBEC!
Thank you to P. for the awesome ideas for this and corrections.
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Started writing: September 5th 2010, 6:53pm
Finished writing: September 6th 2010, 4:45pm
Started typing: September 12th 2010, 7:42pm
Finished typing: September 12th 2010, 9:51pm