So in my new school schedule I have Law, a class that has a really awesome teacher but no tolerance for phones and then history with the same teacher and then I've got math which I can sneak my phone in but I'm trying to focus because when I get to college I'm taking accounting but anyway the work is basically going to be "here's the book, answer the questions." Which isn't too hard yet. But then I have shop class and that's another zero phone class so if any of you guys have me on another social media site and I take a while to reply it's because I have this teensy window of time to chat. I'll try to message you guys every second class.
Also, my performance in this fic will not fade in the least. I'll just post in the mornings. Duh.
Okay. I'm done. Thanks for hearing me out.
"Alfred, stop pacing. It's not going to solve anything." Arthur had finally gotten Matthew settled down by letting him watch Coronation street reruns on his phone until he fell asleep. He was now curled up at his father's side, face buried in his shirt.
"But I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless." America looked like he wanted to throw something. Anything to show off his manliness and to disguise how weak he actually was.
"Come here, Alfred." Arthur beckoned. The blonde huffed and sat down.
"How did we let this happen?"
"We didn't. It was that bastard who hurt him's fault."
"Do you really believe it was France?" Alfred ran his hand through his hair.
"I don't know. I hope not." Arthur felt Matthew stir and hushed him up petting his head.
"Shit...we should probably call Prussia. Weren't they dating or something?"
"They were?"
"Yeah. He mentioned it a couple days ago to me." Alfred recalled.
"Alright. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have an extra set of hands around. Go call him." Arthur watched the American leave the room to make the call.
"Dad?" Matthew muttered.
"Yes Matthew?"
"I'm hungry."
"Want me to cook something?"
"God no. I'm not delirious." Matthew pulled himself away from England, taking a deep breath. "I just need help getting to the kitchen...I hurt."
"You shouldn't be cooking in this condition. Let's just order out."
"I'M FLAT BROKE. MY DOLLARS MIGHT AS WELL SAY MONOPOLY ON THEM."
Arthur chuckled. "Matthew, calm down. Maybe if your people hadn't picked their leader based on looks..."
"You leave Trudeau out of this. He did nothing wrong." Matthew managed a smile.
"Alright. What if I payed for take away?"
"I could never..."
"What if Alfred payed for take away."
"Okay. Take out it is."
Arthur pat his former colony on the head. "There we go."
The Englishman lifted Matthew out of bed and carried him downstairs where Alfred was just getting off the phone.
"Mattie, you're awake!" Alfred dropped his cell on the couch and ran over to his brother.
"And he's heavy. Take him for me." Arthur handed the Canadian to his brother to relieve himself of the weight.
"I'm not heavy! Am I?" Matthew pouted.
"Naw. Iggy's just got noodles for arms. Dude can't even lift a car."
"Nobody can lift a car. That's just not normal." Arthur insisted despite having seen Alfred do such a deed before.
"I have. And Mattie's gone all Pippi Longstocking on a horse before."
"Alfred..." Matthew sighed. "Can you let me down?"
"Sure, dude." Alfred set his brother on the couch. "By the way, Gilbert said he was gonna be here in a few."
"Really? Did you call him?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks, b'y."
Arthur let his eyes linger on the two boys he had raised for a bit longer before he took out his phone. "I'm ordering food on your card, Alfred."
"Mhm." Alfred nodded, his attention still on his brother.
Arthur quickly called the nearest pizza place and ordered before hanging up and going to sit with the other two.
"Is there anything else you need, Matthew?" He asked. Canada shook his head then set it down on America's shoulder.
"We're here for you, bro. No matter what. Remember that." Alfred whispered.
"I know. Thank you."
"No problem."
The trio settled down into silence as they waited for their food and the Duchy of Prussia to arrive.
Arthur hoped that soon they could put everything behind them.
Fun fact:
The Canadian dollar is so low that we have this little meme going around among us that is basically like "cauliflower is a luxury item."
SEVEN BUCKS FOR A VEGETABLE THO! SERIOUSLy?!!!
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Distrust and Destruction (Hetalia)
Fanfiction{Trigger warnings for Rape} This is the story of a clash between worlds, of a battle between good and evil. It's the story of the 2p! Countries' attack on their counterparts. But mostly, it's the story of Matt and Matthew Williams.
