Disclaimer: /Mouth filled with grapes and cheese

The family's introductions were quite rocky, Matthew thought as he walked through the large crowd, his baggage in his hand and his backpack that held Kumajirou slung on his shoulder, which caused him to receive a few shifts of discomfort and a few high-pitched whines from time to time. Gilbert and Matthew had already told Francis and Lovino the plan about telling Feliciano and Ludwig that Matthew was a girl named "Mattea" and so far, things were going well.

"Nein, Lovino. I did not force Feliciano into marriage and NEIN, I did NOT rape him."

"Ludwig, what's rape?"

"Kesesesese~ Feli, rape is what West here does to you, except one of you shouldn't like it." Gilbert snickered mischievously as he watched Ludwig turn bright red. He almost wanted to laugh at his little brother's reaction but he was cut off by the blonde German's screech of protest.

"Bruder!" Said German screeched as his head perked up. Ludwig then felt something tug his sleeve and turned his head swiftly to see Feliciano clutching on his green button down shirt. The Italian's large brown eyes stared into his very soul with beads of tears forming on its corners, a common sign that told Ludwig that his Italian boyfriend was going to break down again. He always cried over such trivial things, Ludwig never knew why. It would forever remain a mystery, he thought. Ludwig knew that the only times Feliciano's eyes would open his eyes widely is when he is either extremely happy or unbearably sad.

"Lu-Luddy…you don't like what I do…?" His voice was slightly cracked and it had a hint of sadness in it. Ludwig's sky blue eyes widened in surprise and motioned to comfort the Italian, but was stopped by a loud "eeeeh?!" from Lovino. The said Italian's jaw dropped comically and he glared at the blonde German. His eyes began to fill with pure hatred and fury.

"Y-You…did sleep with mi fratello! Feliciano Veneziano Vargas! I can't believe you, goddammit! You fucking slept with this…this…damned fucking potato bastard!" Lovino screeched. His voice was husky, like a blade being scraped against a stone. Feliciano wailed and hugged Ludwig's arm as he hid behind the German. Ludwig shushed the babyish Italian until Lovino stopped cussing. After all those heart-piercing words, Feliciano's eyelids slowly rose until it was half open, like always and smiled at his brother like a child who had just done a good job in the bathroom.

"Ve…but Lovi, I was going to say 'massage'. What's wrong with that?" He asked innocently. Gilbert's attention drew back to Lovino, who was now gawking at the other Italian. His face darkened into another shade of red and Gilbert could sense the heat creeping up the Italian's neck. Lovino forced his mouth to release a few words trapped in his mind, but all that came out were ridiculous stutters and grumbles. Gilbert's cheeks puffed with muffled laughter but eventually, he let out a fit of giggles and eventually, cackles.

"Kesesesese~! Gott, Lovi…get your mind out of the gutter!" Said Prussian huffed in the middle of his giggle fit. Lovino turned utterly red and pulled out the half-eaten tomato he had been eating during the landing. The grouchy Italian pulled his elbow up and back and as if on cue, slammed the tomato in Gilbert's mouth at the right moment. The albino squeaked in surprise and muffled curses brushed past his tomato-stained lips.

"Yoo vucking sod ovv a butch!" He tried to shout as he chewed and attempted to spit out the fruit despite the fact they were still inside the airport. Lovino's eyes widened and scampered for his dear life into the crowd as he obviously screamed "DAMNED MANIAC ON THE LOOSE!" even though Gilbert neither tried to attack him nor run after him. Even though he looked like he was a tough man, Lovino was actually a pretty cowardly guy, a few people mentioned back in the APH Gazette. Gilbert penetrated the fruit to slide down his throat and once that deed was done, he glanced around the airport in search for a certain Canadian.

"Bruder…we'll be outside fixing the a multi-colored van. Meet us in five minutes…" Ludwig said before ramming himself into the crowd with Feliciano on his tail, who was in fact trying his best to drag Lovino's suitcase, and practically flunking at it. Gilbert resumed his search and found Matthew, the cross dresser sitting on the end of a row of seats in the waiting area, with a cell phone in hand. His backpack was also shifting every five minutes. Can't Kuma stay still for a while? Gilbert's scowl softened into a straight line and trekked towards the blonde. The Canadian didn't seem to notice the albino and just stared at his gadget's screen. Out of the blue, the phone swiftly slid away from his fingers and was gripped in Gilbert's hand. Matthew's mouth dropped and immediately stood up and tried to retrieve it.

"Give it back, eh!" He said in a shushed tone and attempted to hit Gilbert's arm, but to the albino, it felt like his arm was being hit by only a pillow. Gilbert scanned the screen and arched an eyebrow before tossing the phone up in the air. Matthew could feel the hair on his arms rise for some kind of imaginary dramatic national anthem and rushed to catch the gadget and successfully doing so.

"…So…who's Alfred?" Gilbert asked casually. Matthew stared at him, his face barely showing any emotion but confusion. He knew a guy like Gilbert would never be interested in any of his relationships. But, Matthew still opened his mouth to answer.

"He's my missing brother." Matthew said calmly. Gilbert pursed his lips and stared at Matthew.

"Oh…the reason why we're here? You know…that's not awesome…you don't know where in the world is your bro is…damn." Gilbert stated. Matthew frowned at him and rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh! So you're saying I should've said 'we're going to play where in the world is Alfred F. Jones?!'" Matthew almost shrieked in anger. Whenever someone brought up a topic about Alfred's disappearance, the blonde could always feel his blood boil like molten lava threatening to overflow out of a volcano. It was never his fault his idiot brother left him and didn't care to tell Matthew his locations. But Matthew regret letting his brother run off to do God knows what in some godforsaken city in this crazy world. Gilbert stared at the Canadian and sat down next to him. The albino placed a comforting hand on Matthew's back and began to rub it in circles.

"…traurig…it's just that it's a bit…dangerous here but…back to the topic. That guy, Alfred, your bro…he's a douche for not contacting you, but don't worry, Mattie. I'm pretty sure he's somewhere around…you may never know! He could be here right now!" Gilbert assured. Matthew sniffled and looked up at the albino, who stopped rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

"I never thought I would say this...especially to you but…Merci…" Matthew said quietly and motioned to grab his luggage that sat on the floor in front of him. Gilbert turned to the bag and swiftly beat Matthew to the handle and lifted it up, letting the bag dangle from his hand. Matthew stared up at him in surprise. His backpack shifted once more before settling down.

"I'll take this. Lutz and Feli are outside by a rainbow van." Gilbert gave the Canadian a toothy smirk and went off. Matthew stared blankly and could feel his pale face turn slightly red at Gilbert's actions. The latter shook his head a bit, attempting to shake off the blush as well, but barely succeeded. Matthew took a deep breath and walked towards the airport's exit without noticing the man with black hair and multi-colored streaks staring at him. The man pushed something closer to his ear, possibly an earphonw and snapped a photo of Matthew, unbeknownst to him that he was taking a picture of a man.

"Target acquired, boss. By the way…she's hot, what're you gonna do to her?" He asked casually.

"…You'll find out soon…" his "boss" replied.

Matthew wheezed as he pushed open the door and dragged his trolley outside the airport before the door could hit his arm. He pulled the luggage out of the door and rested his hands on his knees. The heels he wore were very uncomfortable; he thought a bit angrily, why do people even wear those damned pain makers? Matthew fixed his posture and glanced around the parking lot and his eyes locked on a large van with multi-colored paint splatters on it, like vans that were owned by hippies during the 70's. On top of the van, Feliciano (who was standing) caught sight of the cross dresser and waved enthusiastically at Matthew.

"Yoo hoo! Mattea! Over he- wha! Doitsu!" The Italian's foot lost balance and sent Feliciano tumbling off the van's hood. Matthew's eyes widened and attempted to run towards the van and help the Italian, but he stopped once he saw Ludwig catch Feliciano and carry him in a bridal-style position. It was quite sweet, actually, despite the fact that they were both men and every body sent glances at them.

"Ve~! Grazie, Luddy!" Feliciano cried out loudly as he gave Ludwig a peck on the cheek, causing the German to ridiculously turn red. Matthew could also feel his face heat up as he froze on his spot right outside the airport's exit. Did they have no shame? Well, Ludwig did but, what was it to Matthew? He sighed and pulled his trolley towards the van. The closer he went towards the vehicle, the more he could see Lovino yelling from the car's back. Damn, can't that guy ever shut up when he's with Feliciano? Poor Ludwig, having to deal with Lovino even though now he has to deal with Gilbert. Matthew flipped open his phone and dialed Gilbert's number. (which he learned about during their awkward flight to Germany)

To: Jerk-Ass Albino

From: Matthew W.

Lovino's already in the van, find Francy Francis and let's go.

Once the message was sent, Matthew rushed towards the van and was immediately greeted by Feliciano, who seemed to be in progress of getting over his fall off the van. It was one hell of a high van. Matthew would be traumatized if he ever fell of such a high van.

"Oh, Ciao, Mattea!" He smiled brightly that it almost blinded Matthew. The Canadian smiled back as he squinted.

"Hello, Feliciano. Are you alright?" He asked as he tried to make his voice as girly as possibly. Feliciano just smiled and nodded, while giving Ludwig a short glance. Matthew laughed. "You really love him, eh?"

"Si! He's a bit scary, but he's actually a nice, sweet, strong and more. I actually had to marry a bella ragazza to stay here with him! She was pretty, but she was soooooo scary! It was like I was married to the woman that comes out of the well! Ve…all I know about her was that she didn't come out of the well to eat pasta…! What if she comes back?! Oh no…" he babbled on. Matthew could feel a smile tug on his lips. It was nice to talk to someone who can keep the conversation going, but after a few moments of listening to Feliciano babble about, he was starting to think it was a bit annoying and went off to think for himself.

"Marry her, huh?" He murmured, but Feliciano seemed like he heard the soft mutter of words.

"Oh…I didn't think you'd still be here...Anyway! Those bags look heavy, let me help!" Feliciano trekked towards the trolley and Matthew let go of its handle. Once Feliciano had grabbed the handle, he forced himself to drag the trolley, but it was a wonder that it only moved a millimeter and Feliciano was already sweating as if he had run 20 laps during a race.

"Wow! This is heavy! How could a ragazza like you carry this?! Ve~ Luddy, help me please!" Feliciano whined. Ludwig just sighed and walked over to grab the bag. Matthew softly thanked the duo and headed off towards the vehicle's open door, but before he could even enter, a pair of large hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back, causing him to hit a well-built chest.

"Kesesese…nice van, West!" Gilbert said as he stared at the van. "I didn't know you repainted it that much! It's awesome! Not as awesome as me though, but still, awesome design!" He shrieked and rammed himself into the van. Francis strutted past Matthew and the Canadian caught sight of the red hand mark on his face. He seemed a little dazed though.

"Ah…Mathieu, if only you were a real girl…I wouldn't have gotten slapped today." Francis moaned and ghosted into the van. After a few seconds, Matthew realized the van was running out of good seats and went rushing inside. But, the thing is that, the van was already filled with idiots.

"Everyone okay back there?" Ludwig asked.

"Are you fucking blind, you potato bastard?! Can't you see we're all cramped here?! Anyway, Feli, what the fuck died in here?!"

"VE?! SOMETHING DIED IN HERE?! IS THERE A GHOST, LUDWIG?" Feliciano cried.

"Nein!"

"Nine ghosts?! WAAAH!"

"Gil, that's not a handle…EEP!"

"It's not?! Oh wait…it's not…it's…oh…OH!" Gilbert said, dumbfounded and blushed profusely.

"Oh…Gilbert…my ass isn't a pillow…but it's so soft, no? Honhonhon…"

"Everyone…just shut up…please shut up…" Matthew chanted softly.

"Hey…is there fish here?" A familiar voice asked from Matthew's backpack, everyone stopped on their tracks. Matthew got his wish; everyone shut the fuck up.

"Oh…Mattea, he's so cute!" Feliciano said as he ruffled Kumajirou's fur. The trip towards Konigstein wasn't exactly the best. Lovino was snoozing in the back of the car. His snors kept everyone awake during the whole trip (Except for Gilbert and Feliciano). Who knew he could snore so loudly? Francis was also in the back, reading a few magazines out of boredom. ("DON'T READ THOSE!" Ludwig shrieked. It was so loud that it scared the German poultry out of the trees.) Gilbert was asleep too, except his foot kept colliding with Matthew's leg and stomach. In the front, Ludwig drove quietly and Feliciano played with Kumajirou's hair (slightly annoying the mammal.)

"Feli, I think Kumasantino needs a nap." Matthew yawned loudly. Feliciano stopped petting the bear's head and frowned, but his smile returned instantly. Before Matthew knew it, Feliciano reached behind and held out the white-haired bear.

"Ve~ you might be right…here you go." Matthew gently took Kumajirou into his hands gently re-entered the bear in his backpack. It was a wonder how he could survive in there. Gilbert groaned and his eyes slowly opened until they were half open. He turned to Matthew to see what the Canadian was doing, but his vision was still blurry from sleeping.

"Hey, why do you keep forgetting that damned thing's name?" He asked grouchily. Matthew felt his shoulder ascend into a shrug.

"I dunno…he always forgets me, so why bother?" Matthew replied nonchalantly. Gilbert hummed for a moment and his lips curled upward into a mischievous grin. Matthew knew that was a sign saying something awfully crazy was going to happen or it was a sign that said Gilbert was going to do something utterly stupid again.

"Mattie, let's play a game…whoever makes up the longest name for Kuma-what's-his-name in 5 minutes wins something from the loser…deal?" He proposed. Matthew scoffed. He was right, the idea was incredibly stupid.

"Gilbert, that's ridiculous!" He retorted. Gilbert cackled again.

"Come on! It's an awesome game! I'll start…" He stated. Matthew rubbed his head and stared up at Gilbert.

"Gilbert, you're an idi-"

"KUMALASHIKABOOKANGKANGPAPAMA NTOOTAKALAKOO! Ha! I'm so awesome!" Gilbert shrieked. Matthew grumbled and took a deep breath.

"KUMOKAZOBEANOPAKYULAGUPANIGG AMMAGAYSANPALAMAPLEMAN! I'm the winner!" Matthew panted.

"KUKUPICKABINGOCHALAJAKAPARTA THISISASPARTAGILBERTISAWESOM EKESESESE-"Gilbert blabbered while shaking his head and pretending to dance in his seat. Matthew stared at him as if the albino had grown a second head and had given birth to another dumbass, thinking "Why am I with this idiot?" "SUCKALOSAMADIKA-"

"GODDAMMIT, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Before the duo knew it, a hollow book was slammed on Gilbert's head, shutting him up and Lovino held up the novelty defensively, checking if the Prussian was still moving. Fortunately, he was, but unfortunately, he was going to wake up again and start something idiotic. Matthew scooted towards the Prussian and looked up at Lovino.

"Thank you." He muttered.

"Don't mention it." The South Italian grumbled and returned to his siesta. Matthew turned back to Gilbert and ruffled his now messed up silver hair. He had to admit that Gilbert was a bit cute when his mouth was shut tight. Matthew scooted backwards as he felt his face heat up. He shouldn't be thinking of those things. He was a guy, for chrissake! He was a guy, not a real girl. He was a guy in a girl suit, he told himself repeatedly in his mind. He looked back at Gilbert and his face softened when he saw the small smile on the albino's face. Matthew could feel his lips tug into a smile.

Why's he smiling? He was just hit by a hollow book! Weirdo…

Suddenly, the van's engine roared and Matthew noticed that Ludwig looked a bit panicked. He stomped on the van's accelerator and turned the keys. Feliciano looked at the blonde German with a confused expression on his face. It was kind of cute.

"Oh, Gott…not now!" He yelped. Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"Why? What's going on?" Said Canadian asked softly. Ludwig didn't seem to hear Matthew since he just focused on the accelerator. The German looked over his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Mattea, wake everyone up and we'll help get the luggage…we're taking a ferry. Fortunately, we're near the ferry station…we'll just have to walk there for a few minutes." He commanded. Matthew nodded and shook everyone awake. Francis put down the magazine and hopped off the van with his things (and one of Ludwig's magazines) while the Canadian had to drag Lovino and Gilbert (who refused to wake up) out of the damned van with his trolley. Ludwig carried all of the baggage while Feliciano just stood there. Before leaving the van there, Ludwig locked the doors and they took off.

"Ugh…Matthew? Why the fuck are you carrying me…?" Lovino groaned softly, a little drowsy too. Matthew frowned and shushed him as he set the Italian down on his feet. He looked at Gilbert and hung the Prussian's arm on the base of his nape. Gilbert was warm, that was the first thing that entered Matthew's mind as the Prussian slept peacefully. Matthew wasn't the strongest in the office, but at he had enough strength to carry Gilbert.

"Bruder, wake up!" Ludwig shouted. Gilbert jolted up, but ended up crashing to the ground, face first. Matthew let out a yelp and stared at Gilbert in shock.

"Mattie…what the fuck? My poor awesome face!" He grumbled into the ground. Matthew sighed and helped the albino up. Gilbert's scowl deepened as he dusted off the soil that hung on the tip of his pale nose. Matthew wiped the bead of sweat that dribbled down his head. Never had he dealt with such a child. After a few more minutes, they finally reached the docks and Gilbert froze as they got on one of the boats. Matthew stared at the Prussian from behind.

"Well…go on!" Matthew hissed. Gilbert looked at the water and back at the ramp.

"I'm not gonna step on that shit." He complained, holding back the line. Matthew swiftly turned his head and met eyes with many annoyed people. The Canadian sighed and pushed Gilbert forward, causing the albino to stumble onto the ramp.

"Whoa…fuck…I told you, I ain't steppin' on that shit." Gilbert repeated.

"Don't have to; see you in a few days." Matthew said as he tried to pass by Gilbert, but was stopped once he felt the albino's hand clutch his hoodie. "Hey, Goldie, I'm not a fish. I can't swim too!"

"What the hell's your problem, Gilbert? So what if you can't swim, just walk on it and let's get this over with!" Matthew asked. Gilbert swallowed.

"Dude…If I fall, I'll hump you in my ghost form."

"JUST GO!" Matthew almost shrieked. Gilbert could feel Matthew gently push his back to get through the ramp. Every two seconds, Gilbert took a step forward and Matthew would always groan along with the rest of the citizens waiting behind them. Once Gilbert felt the boat's floor, the albino smiled weakly and turned to look at Matthew. The people behind them cheered in relief.

"I did it! I'm so awesome!" He cheered.

"Yeah…and I'm an old man now…let's go!" Matthew said as he ran towards the whole family. Gilbert grumbled and rubbed his head. Never had he dealt with someone like Matthew. Once the Canadian caught up with gang, he sat on the nearest available seat which was a 3 seats behind Lovino and Feliciano's chairs. Matthew wiped a bead of sweat and stared out the window. It was definitely going to be a rather long trip, he thought to himself. He looked around the boat and found Gilbert, sitting alone on the other side of the ship with his headphones plugged in.

"We're here." Matthew jolted awake at the feeling of someone shaking his shoulder. He looked up and found Ludwig, carrying one of Gilbert's things. Gilbert stood beside his brother while he held on his other bags. It seemed as if he had just been woken as well. Feliciano stood in front of the ferry's entrance and walked outside while Francis spoke to him. Matthew hoped Francis won't assault the Italian and guessed if Lovino was already waiting outside. Probably, he was. The Canadian looked out and found himself staring at a hill with a few houses standing on its base.

Matthew stood up and yawned as he dragged his luggage. After pushing Gilbert past the ramp, Matthew's eyes widened at the sight. There was a small town a few minutes away from the docks and beside the town was a large hill. So…this was Gilbert's home. It looks a bit too peaceful for Gilbert, Matthew thought as he snickered. He could imagine Gilbert being the only one shrieking in the middle of the night. The town was very quiet and only a few people were outside, either hanging up clothes, working or they were children who yearned to play out in the sun. The rays of the sun hit Matthew's face and made it glow. The atmosphere was comfortable and everything was peaceful. It made Matthew feel light-headed.

"Ludwig, does Toni still live here?" Francis asked as he flipped his hair dramatically. Ludwig nodded and pointed at the top of the small hill next to the larger one. Gilbert grinned widely and rushed to Francis' side.

"His farm is located on the top of that hill…you'll need a truck to get there, though…" Ludwig advised. Gilbert hummed and tapped Francis' shoulder.

"I'll just use großvater's truck." He shrugged. Francis nodded and turned to Ludwig, who was running after Feliciano, Lovino and Matthew. The Bad Touch Trio's remaining duo did the same until they reached a large farm house that was located on the large hill's base. Matthew and Lovino stared in awe as they saw the mansion-like house. The house was three stories high and its exterior walls were painted in a beige and white color. Through the large window on the ground floor, Gilbert could see his grandfather sitting by the large dining table, reading a catalogue. The small windows on the second floor were shielded by blue curtains and next to the house was a large garage with enough space for two cars. In one of the slots, a blue truck was positioned on top of it.

Matthew took a gently step on the creaky floorboards and flinched as it did creak. Feliciano rushed to the white glass door and knocked on it gently to prevent the multi-colored glass from breaking.

"Whoa…I gotta tell ya…this is one big fucking house…" Lovino commented. Matthew and Francis stifled a giggle and slowly walked inside. The living room, dining room and kitchen were all connected and the walls were now painted yellow, while the floors were now white tiles. On the left side of the floor, a brown couch sat in the middle of the room with a large piece of cloth hanging on it. In front of the chairs was a flat-screen TV and in between was a shiny coffee table that had a small vase resting on it.

On a few corners of the room, a small potted plant stood giving the house a little decoration. On the right side of the room, there was a spotless kitchen with shining counters, a double-door refrigerator, and squeaky clean sink. In the middle of the kitchen was a large counter with barstools surrounding the counters and on one of the barstools, a man with long blonde hair sat quietly while reading a catalogue.

"Großvater!" Gilbert cheered as he ran to his grandfather and attempted to hug the youthful elder. The man looked up from the catalogue and pushed Gilbert away from him. Matthew chuckled at the sight of Gilbert squirming and his grandfather pushing him away. Mr. Beilschmidt looked at Matthew, who instantly stopped giggling.

"Gilbert, mind introducing me?" He asked emotionlessly. Gilbert stopped squirming and turned to Matthew. The albino fixed his posture and pulled Matthew closer to him. Matthew felt a blush creep up his neck as Gilbert pulled him closer until his head leaned on Gilbert's chest. He pulled up his hands and covered half of his face to prevent Mr. Beilschmidt and Gilbert from noticing his blush.

"G-Großvater…this is Mattea Williams…she's my fiancée. B-Birdie…this is Aldrich Beilschmidt…my old man…" Gilbert stammered, hugging Matthew tighter. Matthew was sure that his face was already as red as a tomato. Aldric stared at him for a few moments and held out his large hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mattea." He said calmly. Matthew took the hand and tried his best to smile as he shook the man's hand.

"T-The pleasure's all m-mine…" he stammered. Aldric nodded and stood up as he fumbled through his pockets. Gilbert stared at his hands and watched as his grandfather took out a single key that was attached to a small key ring.

"Antonio wants you to go to his farm in an hour…here's the key to the truck and don't crash it. He says it's a surprise too so, don't go asking me what's going on." Aldric said as he stood up and walked towards a large staircase. Matthew let out a shaky sigh. The man was creepy, he thought. Gilbert looked at Francis gleefully and they high-fived.

"Awesome! The Bad Touch Trio is going to be back in action!" Gilbert said. Francis nodded.

"Oui; finally, after all those years! Hey, are you three going to come with us?" Francis asked Ludwig, Feliciano and Lovino, who were now lounging in the living room. Ludwig looked up from his book, Feliciano looked up from the TV, and Lovino huddled under the coffee table. As if he's not going to be found if he hides in such an obvious place.

"Si, alright!" Feliciano chided.

"I guess it would be alright." Ludwig agreed.

"Fuck no." Lovino grumbled. Francis stared at Lovino for a few seconds before turning to Gilbert, who still held Matthew in his embrace. Matthew didn't seem to be fighting back, so Francis just ignored the facts.

"…Oui…everyone is going."

A loud bang was heard and everyone turned to the coffee table where Lovino's head was resting while his free hand rubbed the back of his head. The poor guy's head was swelling a bit too. Ouch. The grouchy Italian groggily stood up and walked towards Francis, who just smirked.

"You fucking French bastard! There's no way in fucking hell I'll go to a party that involves that fucking albino bastard!" Lovino growled at Francis' face. Francis smiled and pinched Lovino's chin, causing him to yelp.

"Oh, mon cher, you know what they say…the more you hate, the more you love~" Said Frenchman smiled. Lovino pushed away the Frenchman and looked at Feliciano for support. Feliciano jolted up and turned to the television as if nothing happened and ignored the whole scene. Lovino growled and slapped his palm on his forehead.

"Fine…I'll go to that damned party! But under one condition, stay the fuck away from me, Frenchman." Lovino glared. Francis frowned.

"Hmmm…Kill joy." He retorted. Gilbert cleared his throat and caught everyone's attention. Matthew placed his hands on Gilbert's side and pushed himself away from the Prussian. His face was still beet red and he still felt very hot. Gilbert dangled the small key in front of everyone and headed towards the garage door in the kitchen.

"Come on…I can't wait to see that damned idiot!" Gilbert said as he dashed off and slammed the door open. Francis laughed and ran after his best friend. Ludwig and Feliciano stared at each other and frowned.

"I doubt we can fit in the truck…" Ludwig protested. Feliciano just nodded until Gilbert's head poked back inside the room.

"Oh no worries…Lovino can stay in the back of the truck. Lutz, you stay with the grouchy nut and we'll get Feli and Mattie in the back seats, kaaay?" Said Prussian proposed with a large grin. Ludwig rested his forehead on his hand and sighed. How did Mattea fall for such an immature freeloader? He thought. Matthew frowned and walked towards the wide open garage door but before he could enter the said garage, he glanced back at Feliciano and Ludwig. Feliciano switched off the television and frowned at the Canadian.

"Ve~ as much as I want to come, I think I'd rather stay here…" He sighed. Lovino turned to his brother and gave off a confused and slightly angered aura. Matthew couldn't help it, but he felt the aura make his skin crawl.

"What?! Fratello! If you're not going then, I'm most certainly not going as well!" The South Italian barked. Feliciano shook his head and gave Lovino a wide smile.

"No, I think you should go. It would be nice to have more friends, fratello! Try getting out of the house for a bit. Ever since we were kids no one would bother to go near you." Feliciano pointed out. Matthew cleared his throat.

"I agree, Lovino…many editors and publishers in the APH Gazette mentioned that they never liked to deal with you. Try loosening up, eh?" Matthew suggested. Lovino stared at the blonde for a few mere seconds and puffed his cheeks.

"Gah…fine! Goddammit, Feli…you better wish I have a good time there." Lovino seethed and stomped into the car. Ludwig frowned at the grumpy Italian and turned to Matthew, who just stared at the open door that led to the garage. The sound of a car engine starting up filled the silence and Matthew looked back at Ludwig.

"I'll stay here with Feliciano. Antonio's a nice man und I think you'll get along just fine." Ludwig added as he sat down beside Feliciano on the couch. Matthew nodded and rushed towards the garage. Suddenly, he was greeted by a blue truck that trembled as the engine revved. Gilbert sat on the driver's seat and knocked on the passenger seat's window, where Francis was seated.

"Get in the car, ariba; ariba; andare; andare!" Gilbert yelled. Matthew scowled and stomped into the back seat with Lovino, who looked utterly bored. The car began to drive out of the garage and into the drive way. Matthew looked around the town and the truck started to speed up a little as he drove up the nearby hill. Matthew could hear Gilbert stomp on the brake and noticed the panicked look on his face.

"I can't stop the car!" He shrieked. Matthew's eyes widened as the truck started to go faster up the hill. Lovino's eyes snapped open and he started screaming.

"OH FUCK! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE TO THIS FUCKING PARTY! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIIE!" He shrieked. Matthew stared at him, utterly shocked. That was the first time he saw Lovino in such a panicked state. The thought of Gilbert unable to stop the car restrained Matthew from bursting into a fit of laughs. The car finally reached the top of the hill and Matthew could see the view of a large field with a farmhouse on a cliff. Assorted lights shone from the windows, a sign that there was a party. As The sounds of chickens clucking filled his ears and the car abruptly stopped. Gilbert and Francis broke the shocking silence with their laughs.

"T-That…WAS NOT FUNNY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!" Lovino cried, his face was red with embarrassment. Matthew barged out of the car and fell on the high grasses. His heard was pounding and he was sweating like a pig. Tears were forming on the corners of his eyes as he watched the sky turn dark blue with a mixture of orange from the sunset. From the truck, Francis watched Matthew as the young cross dresser lay on the grass, sobbing slowly and softly.

"Um…Gilbert, I think you went too far." The Frenchman said as he pointed through the window. Gilbert peeked through the window at the sight of Matthew, just lying there as if he was willing to be taken away by the heavens. He sighed and got out of the car. He approached the Canadian, but didn't dare to speak. He found himself speechless. Matthew never laughed at his jokes, but he never cried. Gilbert gulped and sat next to Matthew.

"H-Hey…" He greeted lamely. Matthew didn't reply and just let the tears dribble down his head.

"O-Okay…I went out of line. I'm sorry, will you just please…act as my date for these past few weeks." Gilbert begged. Matthew didn't even give him a glance, but opened his mouth to respond.

"Under one condition…Don't talk to me unless it's very urgent." Matthew grumbled as he stood up and walked towards the farmhouse. Gilbert sat there, paralyzed at Matthew's response, and he sighed. Why did it have to end like that? He was such an idiot. (An awesome idiot, he tried to lighten himself up, but it barely had an effect.) The car door opened and Francis jumped off the truck and pulled Gilbert up.

"Don't worry, mon ami you'll get over it." He assured. Gilbert nodded and followed Matthew to the door. Once they reached the porch, the sounds of people chatting and walking around filled the silent atmosphere. Matthew knocked on the door and slowly opened it. The assorted lights almost blinded them all and Lovino hissed. Gilbert looked at Francis and whistled. There was a decent amount of people there. They were dancing, drinking and some just lounged in the sitting area, lame-o's, Gilbert snickered.

"Come on, Churro boy should be here somewhere." He gestured. Matthew rammed himself into the crowd in search for a vacant place to sit while Gilbert and Francis parted ways to look for this Antonio person. Beside Matthew was Lovino who kept on grumbling as he bumped into the people, possibly on purpose.

"Don't worry, Lovino, we'll find some chairs soon." Matthew assured. Lovino kept silent for once, but his scowl was still plastered on his face. Matthew sighed and kept going on-wards. From afar, he could see two vacant chairs and felt overjoyed, but the temporary happiness faded as soon as someone had bumped into him.

"Ah!" He yelped.

"Whoa, sorry, dude!" The stranger yelled. Matthew froze on his spot as he recognized the voice's tone and slowly turned his head to see who the stranger was, but all he could see was a man with strawberry blonde hair and a brown jacket rush into the crowd. Matthew could feel his eyes widen even more. There was only one person he knew of with that hair color and a jacket with a large '50' in the back.

"Al…fred?"

Random Q-Time!

Anybody here watch NCIS? Told you this was random.

Haaaa~! Sorry for the delay! Daaaaamn, that's one long chapter. I hope this made up for the long delay; writer's block and whatnot. Anyway, I noticed a lot of you had questions…I tried to answer as much questions in this chapter as best as I could…sorry if wasn't able to answer a few of the questions. If you still have unanswered questions, feel free to PM me or Review and I'll either write down your answers here or I'll PM you back…take your pick. Oh yeah…don't worry, I'LL ADD THE FRUK! It was kinda hard for me to keep all the character in this story without being the center of attention or ignored...sorry. I'm that slow...

Anyway, good things have been happening recently. I got a little time to write this and HA HA! I FINISHED CHAPTER 5! My History Teacher now calls me Canada and calls Germany's and my new Hetalian recruit, Belarus. O_O And recently, I've decided to try puckering up the courage and ask our Sweden if he has a loud and annoying frienemy for a fantasy role play. Support me please! He's a bit scary to talk to sometimes…

Anyway, if there are any mistakes and weirdly spelled words in this chapter, don't you dare ignore it. Tell me and I will execute it with my bunnies. Flames will be used for bonfires. Remember, this story is not Beta'ed! Bear with me!

Translations:

Nein – (German) No

Bruder – (German) Brother

Mi Fratello – (Italian) My Brother

Gott – (German) God

Traurig – (German) Sorry

Merci – (French) Thank You

Doitsu – (Japanese) (I know all of you already know this but…) Germany

Grazie – (Italian) Thank you

Ciao – (Italian) Hello/Goodbye

Bella Ragazza – (Italian) Beautiful Girl

Ragazza – (Italian) Girl

Großvater – (German) Grandfather

Oui – (French) Yes

Si – (Italian) Yes

Mon Cher – (French) My Love

Und – (German) And

Mon Ami – (French) My Friend

Thanks a bunch for reading this Chapter!