USUK- I love you more than Nutella

Mommy Matthew, Angry Brits, Annoying Americans, and Cliffhangers

     Now, as expected, Arthur was determined to find this Iggy. It was obviously a special person with a nickname that had Alfred denying any information about why he called Arthur it. There had to be a way to get Alfred to talk about it. Although, no decision he came up with seemed reasonable. Arthur came up with his best decision yet to talk to Matthew. Surely the twin would know something! (Somewhere in the distance Matthew smirked and said, "I know everything.")

     And after an hour or so of trying to find the Americans house, he finally did. He knocked on the door and after a few seconds was met with the kind of creepy Canadian. Matthew shot you a look, murmuring something along the lines of, "I am not creepy."

     "What was that?" Arthur asked, completely confused as to why he was talking to himself. Matthew jumped a bit, smiling. 

     "It was nothing, Alfred's up-"

     "I actually came to see you... I have some questions about recent activities."

     Matthew's eyes widened. Does he know? he wondered. That I can break the fourth wall?

     Arthur was giving him a weird stare. Rightfully so. "Okay, so who the hell is Iggy?"    

      Matthew blinked a little, So he doesn't know... "Iggy... well that's him."

     "What the hell do you mean that's him? He called me Iggy the other day...."

     Matthew gasped and flailed his arms. "HOLY FUDGE HE LIKES YOU!"   

     Arthur blinked a little. Crazy Canadians. "I want to know the history behind it."

      Matthew grabbed his hand and dragged him in, throwing him into a chair. That's probably incredibly painful. "Iggy was a nickname that he was called as a child... he used to call his friends by that name playfully, but  since then, nobody has said a word about it. He now only calls people he really like likes Iggy! He called his ex-girlfriend Iggy and she broke up with him."

      "Wait so Alfred likes me?"

      "Or he ran out of names to call you." Nice Matthew. Nice.

      Arthur blinked and nodded. "So what is this then all about? I don't know what then is!"

     "Well, you see... Alfred hasn't called anyone Iggy since-"

      "Hey dudes! Mattie! Bro, I'm going out to get pizza, so you can play the movie whenever," Alfred said, grinning. He grabbed a hat that said, 'USA RULES' before almost dashing out the door. He turned, smiling that damn smile that made Arthur's stomach feel all weird. "Want to come with Iggy?"

      Matthew gasped softly and clapped his hands over his mouth, as if he could do the same for his brother. "You called him Iggy!"

     Alfred shot his brother a weird look, as if to say tone it down.

      "I will not tone it down! We have some serious things to talk about here! You keep calling him Iggy."

     "This is only the second time."

      "You said that when you broke into the neighbors house! It's been two years and you still do it!"

     Alfred shrugged, clearly growing annoyed. An annoyed Alfred is a mad Alfred. "Your point?"

       "We are sitting down and talking about this!"

     "But Mattie!" Alfred whined. Matthew glared.

     "No! The two of you will sit down next to each other and you will tell me why you keep calling him Iggy."

     Mommy Matthew. Matthew shot the author a look. Complaining, Alfred obliged. "I just wanted pizza..."

     Arthur sat by Alfred, sighing. "I have no idea what the fuck is going on."

     Matthew sat in front of the two. Interrogator Matthew. Matthew shot the author another look. Alfred and Arthur were highly confused at why Matthew kept looking at an invisible camera. Oh well, who cares. He sighed, finally facing the two. "Why do you keep calling him Iggy?"

     Alfred blushed, staring at his hands. Matthew grinned, looking at you. I was right he thought.

     "I-I guess I like him..." Alfred murmured, twiddling his thumbs. Arthur squeaked. It was a very manly squeak, shut up. Arthur look to him, eyes wide, "Why?!"

     Alfred jumped. No not because he was scared, shut up. He looked to him, "Hell if I know! You just hung out with me and you weren't scared of me and hot damn!"

     Aggressive complimenting start now! Arthur narrowed his eyes, "Yeah, well you're perfect teeth make me feel all weird inside!" I'm sorry, the word you were looking for was pearly whites.

     "Shut up! You're eyebrow game is awesome!"

     "Fuck off git! That little curl that just won't stay put is adorable!"

     "Shush! Your eyes shine like emeralds!"

      Matthew cleared his throat, "Welcome to what is now couples counselling. He just wanted to know about then by the way."

     Alfred froze. "No no no no no no no. We don't talk about then."

     "We are now."

      "What is then?! I don't understand!" Arthur yelled. I feel ya bud. Alfred sighed and stared into the distance. "I will be brave and tell you about then."

     Alfred stepped onto the table that was creaking at his weight. Shut up, it's mostly from muscle. "Then... My mother used to call me Iggy... and I called my friends Iggy... but she died... and so... now I only call the people I love Iggy."

     Arthur stared at him. "That's it?"

     "That's it."

       And then.... the table collapsed, sending Alfred down with it.

     CLIFFHANGER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA