Sorry it's been a few days, i got my game back from my boyfriend MATHEW lol what a twist huh? that's why if i spell matThews name wrong sometimes it's because i'm used to spelling my boyfriend's name :3 sorry guys. Actually it's quite funny to have my boyfriend make a random appearance. lmao!

Recap:Well Kiku's just a little busy body isn't he?

That night Alfred was a little sore. Kiku was so upset that he missed the whole confession scene that he about beat Alfred within an inch of his life. Afterwards he was tied to a chair and tortured into retelling every detail of the incident so that Kiku could draw it and satisfy not only his needs but the needs of the girls that were also following the story closely. If things worked out well, he could make a serious profit.

Alfred had watched his love the rest of the afternoon wanting nothing more than to hold the singing Canada. The boys smiled and laughed all through dinner and both France and Arthur had one of those, "I'm so glad we started a family" Moments. They decided to take a walk in the backyard to reminisce and hold hands. Matthew caught Alfred watching his parents out of the kitchen window with a smile. "Let's go watch a movie, Al." He whispered in his brother's ear. Blushing Alfred clapped his hand over his ear. He was getting shy. Matthew gave him a kiss on the cheek and Alfred relaxed reaching for his love's hand.

Of course, just because they loved each other, things weren't going to change much. Canada did have a mean streak in him. They were going to watch a movie alright. A scary one. Alfred clutched Matthew for dear life through more than half of the Orphan while Matthew laughed his ass off. He was never afraid of scary movies, in fact they made him laugh more than traditional comedies because of the melodramatic nature of the acting and because he liked to see the vulnerable side of Alfred every once in a while. That being said, it surprised him that night when Alfred went over to his own bed instead of asking if he could sleep with Matthew. Twice as much really; Matthew had confessed just today. 'I know he can't be distancing himself; he said he loved me too.' "Al?"

"y-yes?" Alfred said after he had tucked himself in.

"can I sleep with you?"

"W-w-w-what? M-Matt-t-ie I-I" Alfred sputtered. He loved his brother so much he couldn't measure and it wasn't like he didn't want him that way, he was just not ready. He wanted to take things slowly. It was his first time being with someone he actually loved. Each kiss was special, each laugh warmed him he was in love and didn't want to skip any steps.

Matthew laughed at his brother's misunderstanding. "I mean to actually sleep with you! Pervert!"

"O-Okay" Mathew got up from his bed and slid into Alfred's arms. He was warm and smelled like baseball and apple pie. It was an amazingly wholesome smell full of hope and good intentions. He was bright like the sun. One of his blue eyes opened and Matthew confused him with an angel for a moment. "Why aren't you asleep yet?" Alfred said taking his "I'm the big brother/ one on top, you better behave yourself or I'll spank you" tone. Matthew went to grope his brother mischievously however, Alfred pulled him in tight. Their vitals twitched but within minutes Alfred was asleep, leaving Mathew feeling as if something like this had happened before. Wondering if that outcome would ever come to pass.

"I would like your permission to date your son!"

Francis looked awestricken from Alfred who was on his hands and knees in front of him, to Matthew who was blushing and begging Alfred to quit playing around to his husband who looked more than a little smug. "Alfred?" The boy looked up with one of his signature smiles. The French man sat down in a kitchen chair. "Oh mon Dieu. c'est vrai. ils sont homosexuels de l'autre. dieu. et ce qui est pire? Mon mari était bon pour une fois!" Arthur and Alfred laughed. Alfred only had a rude translation of what his Papa was saying but he knew one thing. He was more upset that Arthur was right than that his sons were actually gay.

"How is it that no one asked ME? Matthew's my son too, so is Alfred. Does no one need my consent?" Arthur joked.

"I think we've got that covered dad." Alfred laughed. He turned his focus back on Francis. "Papa, can I date mattie?"

"Matthieu, I thought you found your brother to be ignorant, perverse and arrogant?" Francis couldn't wrap his head around the fact that depite Canada being so Anti-American, he would think to date him.

"PAPA! I did, I really couldn't see what dad thought I saw in him that was until, dad made me see that Alfred had good enough points!" Matthew joked.

"GOOD ENOUGH POINTS? OWCH! I thought you finally saw just how amazing I was!" Alfred pretended to lament. Even if it was true, Alfred was not oblivious to the fact that his personality was big enough to fill the whole room, and that often rubbed other countries the wrong way.

"Avez-vous aimer?" Francis inquired.

"Oui, j'aime lui plus en plus chaque fois qu'il vient près." Mathew said with a blush. Alfred didn't understand much of it, just yes and I love him, however their parents understood perfectly.

"Alright. You may have my son." Francis said to Alfred after a moment. Alfred lept to his feet and hugged his father. Usually Alfred didn't show much affection to either parent, what with Arthur being English by nature unaffectionate, and Alfred being slightly alarmed by the looseness of France, but he was just that happy. He hugged both fathers and kissed Matthew.

"You're your own you know, you're two independent and fully grown men!" Arthur sighed picking up the paper.

"What are you listening to Al?" Matthew said sitting in between his brother's legs on the bean bag chair. Alfred was plugged into his Ipod and he was reading for once. Like, an actual book. It's title was Feed and it looked like a si-fi which of course were Alfred's favorite.

"Cake." Alfred was completely immersed in his own world where people had the internet directly implanted in to their heads and they flew in hover cars. Although normally he'd be annoyed by his brother's inattention or just leave him to himself. Matthew thought that he'd have fun with his situation.

"Is that book any good?" asked Canada. "I mean, would I like it?" He turned to give his brother his full attention.

"I doubt you'd like it. Remember the narrative style in catcher in the rye? It's like that. The story's amazing but reading it is like having a conversation with Poland."

"Hey, wanna take a bath with me Al?"

"Sure, just let me finish this ch- wait what?" Alfred said looking up from his book.

"You already said you would!" Matthew clapped happily. "Hurry and finish the chapter, I'll start the bath!" And with that he scampered off to start the tub in the boy's bathroom.

Alfred sighed in exasperation. 'Well, that's my little pervert for you.' He texted Kiku to tell him the situation and to ask his advice.

**what if, I donno, I suddenly attack Matthew, and he hates me? I wanna take things slow but he's making it so hard. No pun intended :P**

**Alfred, you're thinking too much. You are too used to trying to think and plan things out to get the attention of the one you love. You have him so just enjoy it. It is the weekend after all. I will be enjoying myself as well. I put videocameras in the bathroom. Just Joking.**

Kiku was right. Alfred decided to take the traditional American approach: let the cards fall where they may and pick them up afterwords.

By the time he had finished the chapter, Matthew was already in the tub waiting for him to undress and join him. Alfred wanted to have a little fun while his brother's attention was on him. He stripped with satirical flourish and let the lights wash onto his slightly tanned skin. Matthew blushed. He didn't look so bad himself, Alfred thought. He was quite built, being a hockey player and all but he didn't look bulky at all. His waist was slender as well; he found getting into bath behind his brother. Mattie's hair was already wet and, pulled away from his face, Alfred noticed he didn't look as much like him as people said. His face was a lot softer and his nose was pointed, like Francis's and how could anyone mistake those beautiful violet eyes? Alfred held his brother tight. He was suddenly very glad that Canada didn't stand out much.

"A-Al!" Matthew let out a gasp. Alfred looked down, the boy was starting to rise. Alfred settled in the crook of his neck. After a moment he thoughtfully licked Matthew's neck.

"You taste like snow." He whispered and licked again. Matthew closed his eyes and blushed. "How is it that you smell like pancakes and wood but you taste like snow?" Alfred was now more curious than ever. "and I see your antler has grown since the last time we took a bath together." Matthew's blush deepened and his ears turned red. Alfred lifted his head from his brother's body and took a wash cloth from off the rack by the tub. Slowly and very gently he began to wash his brother with some fruity soap Papa had bought and the boys being boys never used. (an: whore bath (n): "wash what you're going to use, powder the rest" the boys don't take whore baths but they believe that with all the hair a man has, shampoo is good enough for the whole body.) the soap made small bubbles on the paler boy's skin. Had he not been afraid that ingesting the soap would give him diarrhea, he would have licked the wet flesh. Instead, America pleased himself by lifting Matthews leg, making him fall into the older boy, and washing it as far as he could before the water got in his way. His legs were deceivingly big. Alfred wanted to get a look at his ass too. Suddenly giddy that all of this was his, the American began to poke, stroke and rub the younger country, exploring his conquest. "W-w-hat are you doing?" Mathew was embarrassed now. He would have been lying to say that he hadn't wanted this to happen, he just was nervous. It took a lot to give yourself to the one you love, it wasn't like in the BL that the girls had shown him.

Alfred laughed. "Just looking."

"More like 'just touching'"

"Got a problem with that?" Canada shook his head. 'What could be so fascinating?' Alfred leaned in and told the younger one to bend over. Matthew did hesitantly. 'Here it comes' he flinched.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh sounded through the bathroom. Alfred had struck Matthews butt and laughed. "ow you hosing son of a bitch! That fucking hurts!" Matthew said standing on his knees and clutching his cheeks.

It took a while for him to stop laughing but finally Alfred said "Everyone likes to be spanked." Matthew let the last of the pain subside. It wasn't really that bad. After the initial strike it was quite pleasant. Not wanting to get hit again though, Matthew didn't agree. (An: Alfred would like everyone to know: Matthew has a tattoo. It's really small. And I bet everyone knows what it's of. He got drunk with Prussia and you all know what happens when you get drunk with Prussia!)

Matthew, with some effort, faced his brother and grabbed his arm. Licking it gingerly he commented. "You taste like a pervert."

Afterwords. The two kissed happily and then spent the rest of the bath chatting happily and bathing eachother. And I don't wanna hear any disappointed fangirls out there, don't worry your "climax" is "coming" yes puns intended.

Thank you for reading! see you next time!