Matt and I walk the distance to his house. He tells me that his brother, Alfred, is into video games, and really obnoxious and loud. I laugh at his impersonation of Alfred, which was waving his arms around his head, and yelling. He also tells me that Arthur is too uptight, and that Francis is too perverted for his own good.
"Can't wait to meet them." I chuckle. He looks at me as if I've lost my mind.
"Really? Why? We are probably the weirdest bunch of people you've met." Matt explains. I shrug.
"My family is no better."
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We get to his house, and Matt hurriedly walks up to the door, and unlocked it. I walk in, and take iny new surroundings. It was a nice house, with antiques all around. The house had a very cozy, sorta disorganized living room, with game cases scattered. It didn't seem that any one was in the house. I turn to Matt, who was watching me look around the house with a smile in his face.
"Is no one else here?" I ask. Matt sighs and shrugs, any traces of the smile that once held his lips was gone.
"Probably not. They left me. Again." He says sadly. I walk over to him, and hug the poor guy.
"Let's go make those pancakes."
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I was in the kitchen, stirring the mixture, when Matt walks in with more of mix, and falls on the ground, releasing a white cloud. When it settles, it reveals a completely white Canadian. I have to cover my hand over my mouth to stifle my raucous laughter. But it fails, and I double over, rolling on the floor, laughing. Canada is still on the floor, but he smiles and dumps the rest of the mix over my head. That stops my laughter, and I end up coughing out puffs of mix. I have to sneeze, and snot and mix come flying out.
"(Y/n), you got a little something over here." Matt says, gesturing to my entire form. I scoff, but that was a bad idea, because mix came down my throat. I continue to cough. Matt starts to run my back, but as he is doing that, a grab a hand full of the mix, and throw it at him. It explodes in his face, and a fresh layer settles on him. He smiles.
"Oh, it's on!" He challenges, and throws mix at me. We continue to throw, until the door opens.
We stop in our tracks, frozen with fear. Three people walk in, two with blonde hair, and one with dirty blonde. A blonde with caterpillars- no, eyebrows looks into the kitchen, and his face twists in rage. The other blonde walks up, flipping his fabulous blonde hair.
"Mon dieu, what has happened here?" He asks. The dirty blonde guy comes up to us.
"Woah, dudes! Was there a WW3 that we didn't know about?" He ask/yells. I look at Matt, to see him brushing off some powder. I do the same.
"(Y/n), this is Arthur, Francis, and Alfred." He says, pointing at the three men. I give a shy wave, but Francis takes my hand, and kisses the top of it.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle." He says. A slight blush dusts my cheeks. Arthur pushes Francis away.
"What exactly happened here?" He asks infuriated. I shrug. Matt steps up to me, and answers.
"W-well, you see-" he starts, before Arthur cuts him off.
"Is no one going to answer, or not?" I stare at him.
"Um, excuse me sir, but Matt was talking, before you interrupted him. So if you would be so kind and let him finish, it would be greatly appreciated." I tell him, not forgetting my manners. The green eyes Brit looks at me, shocked.
"And who might you be?" He asks. I roll my eyes. Does he not pay any attention?
"I'm (y/n). Now, will you let Matt talk?" I ask him, annoyed at this very rude person. Matt continues.
"Well, we were going to make pancakes, but as you can see, we got a little carried away." He do finishes, finally.
Arthur waves it off, dismissing it. "As long as you clean, I'm fine with it." He says, walking off. Everyone else goes off, leaving us two alone..
"So no pancakes then?"
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After the kitchen was clean, I go out with my broom to sweep the living room. As I was sleeping, Matt come next to me, and nudges me. I nudge back, and we start a busy nudging war. Alfred comes rushing down the stairs.
"Oohh, look up your two!!" He says, pointing above us. I look. Mistletoe. I blush, and continue sweeping, when Matt sweeps me off my feet, and gives me a big, passionate kiss.
