Distrust and Destruction (Hetalia)

King of the Turtles

So, Deadpool is Canadian (both the actor and the character) and now they want to erect a statue in Saskatchewan where he (the character) is from.
PLEASE FUCKING DO IT!!!!
GO CANADA!

"François told me that you had entered this world." Andres started. He was empty of all the cheer that made Spaniards Spaniards, all darkened eyes and monotonous voice. "He said you may eventually find yourself to me."
"When did you speak with him last?" Matt questioned.
"Yesterday. He and Allen came over to-"
"So Allen is with him." Matt guessed.
"Of course. Allen will join the side of anybody who gives him attention. You should know that already."
"What were they doing?" Matthew asked, not wanting Andres to forget where he was going.
"Allen wanted tomatoes for some new pet he picked up. They made me steal some from my counterpart. I thought I'd kidnap the guy to give to Flavio so he would stop bothering me so much but apparently that backfired because of you."
"Yeah. Whatever." Matt groaned. "Where is François now?"
"At that abandoned warehouse by the harbour. You know, the one he used to take you to when you were a little tyke."
"Thank you." Matt stood from the worn kitchen chair, taking Matthew by the arm. They exited the house and climbed into Matt's truck.
"What did François take you to the warehouse for?" Matthew asked, intrigued.
Matt scowled. "For his own stupid business. He went there to meet prostitutes and drug me along because Oliver forced him."
Matthew nodded softly. "And I guess Oliver didn't know that's where you guys were going."
"He wouldn't have believed me if I told him. He was so convinced that François was faithful to him."
Matt pulled out of Andreas's driveway and the two travelled up the highway in silence.
About a half hour into the trip they heard a sputter coming from the back of the truck. Matt pulled over just in time for the vehicle to shut down.
"Shit." He swore, batting the steering wheel angrily.
"Whoa. Looks like you can swear." Matthew whistled.
"Shut the fuck up." Matt growled.
"Yo, calm down." Matthew soothed. "Just call Oliver to pick you up."
"It's kind of late. He's probably in bed by now."
"Then call him in the morning. It's no biggie."
"We'll have to sleep in the back of the truck."
"I don't care." Matthew assured him.
Matt took a deep breath to calm himself. "Alright. We'll spend the night in the truck."
The two soon settled down onto their backs on the bed of the truck, staring up at the stars. Matt had his hands tucked behind his head and Matthew had his on his stomach.
"What's it like, having that many people who care aboot you?" Matt asked out of nowhere.
"I dunno...people normally don't notice me unless they need something."
"I don't think that's true. Otherwise, why else would they be working so hard to make you feel better right now?"
Matthew nodded, taking in the information. He thought about that morning after François assaulted him. About how his papa had gone out of his way to make Matthew feel comforted, about how protective Alfred had gotten. And Gil. Poor Gil who wanted nothing more than to live a happy life with the Canadian. And Matthew had thrown them all away so easily. Guilt churned in his stomach.
"Hey, Matthew?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you tell me a secret?"
"What?"
"A secret..."
"Uhm...I know where Steven Harper is hiding."
"He's in the parliament building..."
"No. After the elections in my world he decided to keep a low profile. He's currently living in Donald Trump's basement. I'm pretty sure they fuck on occasion."
"Wow. Okay." Matt chuckled.
"Now you tell me one."
"Me? Alright..." Matt sat up, leaning over Matthew calmly.
He lowered himself over the smaller, planting a firm kiss on his lips. Matthew's face went warm.
"Is that a good enough secret for you?"
"I...uh..."
Matt awaited a clearer answer, head cocked to the right, lips pouting slightly.
"Yeah..." Matthew finally nodded.
Matt smiled, kissing his counterpart again, this time with more insistence.

(Smut warning)

Matthew let his fingers dance along the hair on Matt's arm as he was straddled tightly.
"Is this okay?" Matt whispered, before kissing Matthew's neck.
"Y-yeah." The other moaned softly.
Matt worked his hands under Matthew's shirt, rubbing his nipples carefully.
Matthew moaned again as Matt lifted the clothing away from his body. In turn, he unbuttoned Matt's shirt, revealing the bandages.
"What are these from?" Matthew asked, tracing the edges of them delicately.
"My kuma. He's a bit feisty."
"You have a kuma too?"
"Yeah. He's a black bear. I've been keeping him in my wood shed while you're here so he doesn't attack." Matt's hands traveled into Matthew's hair, nudging his curl.
"Ah~" Matthew moaned, biting his lip. He could hear Matt chuckling to himself. What an asshole.
Matthew played at the zipper of Matt's jeans, opening it. He felt nothing but warmth throughout his body.
Matt panted as he worked his hands through Matthew's hair, his mouth along Matthew's neck.
He worked his larger counterpart's pants off only to discover that his body wasn't the only thing that mhad outgrown Matthew's.
He whistled, impressed. "Wow."
Matt chuckled, hands reaching toward Matthew's pants.
He worked them off followed by his maple leaf boxers.
"Here." Matt pressed his fingers to Matthew's lips and he sucked them carefully, letting them get as moist as possible. Matt then tucked them into his ass one by one, stretching his cavern for entrance.
"Ready?" He asked, voice gruff and filled with anticipation.
"Yes~" Matthew tilted his head back and closed his eyes, readying himself.
Matt slid in, bracing his arms against the floor of the truck's box for traction. He started to thrust, opening up a whole new world of feelings for Matthew.
"Ahh~" he dropped his hand onto Matt's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. This one was hungry and far from the others.
Matt continued his thrusting at a firm pace, wave after wave of pleasure hitting Matthew's body. Time seemed to stop, only marked by the orgasm quickly building within him.
"I-" Matthew didn't get a chance to finish his warning before he came over the two of them. Matt did the same, panting deeply as he pulled out and lay down next to his counterpart.

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