Distrust and Destruction (Hetalia)

A New Team Member

I've used up my diary so my authors notes might start getting fuller.
Also, Nigel is above.

Matthew left the photo where he found it. There was nothing else for him to know about it anyway.
He made his way back to Matt and Romano, walking in on them glaring daggers at each other. Fucking great.
"Sooooo...your house sure is in shambles..." Matthew said in order to keep the two from biting each other's throats out.
"Me and Al don't really get along." Matt responded with a huff.
"I can see that. What the hell kind of weapons are you using?"
Matt shrugged. "Allen has this baseball bat that's stuck full of nails. And I've got this thing..." Matt reached under his bed and removed a curved object. It was a hockey stick, its end wrapped in barbed wire.
"That's brutal." Romano gaped. Brothers in the 1p! World, even though they didn't always get along, would never strike their siblings with something that nasty.
"Yeah. It's brutal alright. And you'll get it right in the face if you say one more foul word around my dad."
"I said I was sorry. Geez."
"So...we have to find François...right?" Matthew clapped his hands together, bringing the attention of the other two toward him.
"Yep. I have no clue where he is right now and neither does Oliver. But we'll ask around. I think maybe Luciano might know something aboot this."
"Hah. He says that too." Romano chuckled.
"SHUT UP!" Matt growled, batting the Italian on the head.
"What aboot Romano? Where are we going to look for Spain?"
"Well...we can always ask Flavio when we're with Luciano. He's real close with Andres."
"So many names!" Romano complained, lying back. "Wake me up when I'm not surrounded by strangers."
Matt sighed. "You can nap when we get a lead. Got it?"
Romano groaned but sat up anyway.
"My truck is ready for us to go, as long as nobody stole it again." The taller Canadian stood, pulling Romano with him.
The trio were almost out of the house when Oliver intercepted him.
"Sweetie, can you take Nigel with you? He's dreadfully bored and I've nothing for him to do!"
"Nigel? No way in hell." Matt objected.
"Pleeeeeeeease?~"
"I said no. This is a serious mission. He'll only get in the way."
"Darling, if you don't take Nigel with you, I'll gut you in your sleep. I swear to Flying Cocoa Bunny." The fact that he said it with a overbearing mom face made the threat that much more scary. However, Matt didn't seem the least bit phased.
"Are you just telling me to take him because he's annoying."
"Come on. He's your brother." Oliver said, ignoring Matt's question.
"Half brother."
"Still..."
"Fine. I'll take the idiot." Matt said through his teeth.
"Mattie, please don't talk poorly of other people."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, love."
From beside him, Matthew could hear Lovino whisper "daddy's boy." It was quiet enough that Matt didn't take notice.
Oliver left and came back a few moments later, leading another stranger behind him.
Canada could only take a guess based on the name that Nigel was the 2p! of Australia.
The two didn't look too much alike. Liam had tanned skin and a bandaid over his nose as well as bright eyes and that mean assed koala whose name escaped the blonde at the moment. But Nigel's eyes were twitchy and underlined in dark circles. His hair was more reddish in colour and he carried himself in a more skittish pose.
"Mornin' Mates." The Aussie said, voice shaky and soft.
"Ciao."
"Bonjour."
A soft grunt.
"Okay! You boys be safe!" Oliver waved sweetly.
The four of them piled into Matt's truck, Nigel and Romano in the back and Matt and Canada in the front. Nobody spoke.
Unable to stand a drive without music, Matthew reached for the radio dial. The first song that came on brought light to his eyes.
"Hello out there, were on the air, it's hockey night tonight!" He started to sing before Romano smacked him on the side of the head.
"Don't sing your bastard hockey song for the love of all things tomato." He warned.
But did Matthew give a shit what Lovi thought?
Nope.
"-the whistle blows and the puck goes down the ice!"
"I SWEAR TO GOD MATTHEW..." Romano threw a tomato at his head. It bounced off and fell between the seat and the console.
"Where did you get that?" Matthew asked, amazed that one could keep something like that unsquished for so long.
"I've got a stash and that's all you need to know." Romano's eyes drifted to the window just as the chorus of Stompin' Tom's best jam in the history of music came through. This time, Matt joined in, just to piss Lovino off.
"OH THE GOOD 'OL HOCKEY GAME, IS THE BEST GAME YOU CAN NAME! AND THE BEST GAME YOU CAN NAME-" he paused, allowing his counterpart to fill in.
"IS THE GOOD 'OL HOCKEY GAME!"
"I am going to jump out the window if you two don't stop this madness." Romano threatened.
"Great. One less idiot to deal with." Matt smirked. He FUCKING SMILED ASDFGHJKL.
Which also meant his teasing of Romano was only playful.
They pulled into a driveway to a house that was...well, it was something.
Romano shrieked at the sight.
The four right angles of the nazi symbol was spray painted over the siding and windows of the entire place, the lawn was dead and the large tree up front was charred and filled with knives. Somehow, through it all, somebody had managed to spice things up by placing a pink plastic flamingo in the centre of the yard, dressing him up in a sparkly hat and tie.
"Look what these bastards did to my house! Where the hell did my garden go? And-"
"Now's not the time to worry aboot interior design. Do you want Spain back or not?" Matt turned the engine of his truck off.
"Sí...but..."
"Then let's get in there."
"U-um...do ya think I can stay in the car...mate? Lutz has that scar on 'is cheek and I'd rather not get involved with a mate as scary as that..." Nigel begged.
Matt scowled. "Fine. G'head."
"Ha. He does that too." Romano chuckled.
"How'd you notice my G'head, b'y? Nobody ever does?" Matthew asked, surprised.
"Uh...I don't know...maybe because you're my least bastardy friend?" Romano rolled his eyes.
"Aw. You really think so?"
"Enough of this sentiment." Matt ordered. "We've got work to do."

Nigel is Australia in case I didn't make it bluntly obvious. Also I'm shaky on Luciano and Lutz's personalities. I know Luci likes knives and sex stuff makes him uncomfortable...and Lutz...all I know is that he's a super nazi and lazy.