Mathew shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, only to be nudged by Alfred to stop it.

Arthur adjusted the Canadian's tie for him. “Settle down, Matthew, you'll make the bride more nervous.”

“Yeah, who is she anyways?” Alfred nudged his brother in the ribs. “The one that finally caught you.”

Matt blushed and rolled his eyes. It wasn' ( Read more... )

A knock upon the door. Ivan stand up to answer it, opening the door and squinting into the darkness of the snowstorm to see who's there.

“It's me.”

He steps aside and allows a shy looking blonde boy into the house. He shivers, and then sheds his coat. It is a well practiced ritual between them, as the Russian takes his coat and scarf and hangs them ( Read more... )

I am Quieny. (Queeny/Queenie/etc.) Perhaps you know me from my RPing as Arthur Kirkland (Otherwise known as England.)

I will post any Matthew-related writings or drawing here for your entertainment.

Feel free to comment my on role playing skills, I am new to using Matt and appreciate polite critique, also, critique of my writing on any of my ( Read more... )