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Day 2 of Royal Red Bros week  Growing Up || Remembrance/Nostalgia

Title: Never gonna give you up Word count: 647 @royalredbrosweek

After a few hours of work, England went back inside to prepare some tea for him and Canada. Tomorrow was going to be a busier day with the rest of the commonwealth, including Australia and New Zealand. After the tea was done, England brought his and Canada’s cup to the table outside. The weather was nice for once and perfect to enjoy a cup of tea with his adoptive son / brother. Arthur wasn’t sure exactly what their relationship was, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

They enjoyed their tea peacefully, no words needed. Only the chirpings of the birds and the few cars passing by the street could be heard. Arthur soon found himself to be staring at the grass next to Matthew, deep in thought. He remembered his first meeting with little Canada. He was called New France at the time and he was so small and innocent. He admitted that at the time, he wasn’t the best parental figure Matthew deserved, but he told himself that it was probably better than nothing or than some other nations. His gaze moved to Matthew’s gold hair, shining under the sunlight. It reminded Arthur about the time he was sick and Canada was by his side. Even after all they’ve been through, Matthew was by his side. The wars, even against his own brother. Again and again, Matthew chose him. He wanted to know the reasons. No one ever stayed by his side all these times. Not even France. Not even Portugal. They all gave up on him at some point before coming back to him. But not Matthew. 

“Something on your mind?”  Canada’s quiet voice put him back to reality like the morning sunlight waking him up. 

“Ah. Not really. I was reminiscing about our times together.” Arthur took a sip of his tea, crossing his legs. Matthew cocked his head to the side, reminding the older nation of a cute dog. 

“That bad, huh?”  Matthew sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Oh no no. Not at all. They are good memories.”  Arthur paused.  “Do you remember when we first met? You were very small. I could almost fit you in one hand.”  He teased with a smile around his mug. “Please. I was not. And I vaguely remember.” 

“I asked if we could be family and you answered that you’d try your best.”  A nostalgic smile appeared on Arthur’s face.  “ I wouldn’t have ever imagined that your best was going to be the best I have ever had.” 

Shocked by this confession, Matthew put his hands together and rubbed them. He stayed silent, looking down on his knee. He didn’t know what to say and he was convinced that if he tried to say anything, he would probably stutter nonsense. 

Was there alcohol in the tea? Usually, Arthur doesn’t express his feelings much unless he is pissed drunk. “May I ask why have you stayed by my side all these times?”  Arthur looks at him with softness. 

“I- well, because, because you did. You never gave up on me so I never gave up on you.”  Matthew answered shyly. 

Arthur knew for a fact that if he was plastered or if he was anything like France, he would have teared up. Maybe he would later when he’d be alone. Should he hug him? Thank him for everything he did? To his surprise, Matthew got up and bent over to give his adoptive dad an awkward hug. Arthur gently patted the boy’s back, accepting the hug. Matthew’s body felt all warm against Arthur’s.

 He was all grown up now, even way taller and bigger than Arthur. He didn’t regret how he raised Matthew as he grew up to be the kindest and loveliest man, but a large part of it must be thanks to the boy himself. Arthur couldn’t be more proud of him.

[maryeve-the-bitch]

ship: Gerfra words count: 399 Summary: Germany is drunk and lonely and gay.

Germany found himself alone in a corner of the bar while his friends and crush went partying on the dance floor. He wasn't one to dance and he much preferred drinking beer by himself. That's what he told himself, but deep down, it felt lonely to watch his friends having fun without him.

His third glass of beer quickly became a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. He watched young strangers dancing in the bar a bit too much intimate for Germany's liking. He shouldn't have agreed to come in the first place.

He realised that he needed to go to the bathroom, having drunk that much beer, so he stood up and felt the room spinning for something that felt like half an hour. That is until someone grabbed him and helped him sit down on the couch again.

"Allemagne. Are you ok?" A familiar french voice asked him.

"Frankreich" Germany called when he noticed the shoulder length of blond hair in front of him. He sheepishly grinned at France then pulled him toward himself. France ended up sitting on the couch next to him, letting out a gasp as he got yanked into sitting.

"Are you drunk?" "Vielleicht" (Maybe) Germany moved closer to France's face and stared into his blue eyes, already forgetting he had to pee. France moved his face away, crept out of his neighbouring nation's behaviour. Germany was usually a reserved person so his drunken behaviour felt out of character for France. "You're so pretty."

The compliment hit France directly through his heart and he couldn't help but blushed at the compliment.

"Allemagne. You're drunk. You don't know what you're saying. Let's get you-" "Nein. All men are pretty, but you...you. you are so wunderschön." Germany interrupted. He grabbed France's face and kissed him in some messy and amateur way, leaving France in shock. Usually, France welcomed affection and he would have loved kissing Germany in other circumstances. Probably with Germany being more sober and adorable. But this felt too uncomfortable for him. France grabbed Germany's shoulder and pushed him away.

"Stop. You're not yourself. We should get you home." France said sternly.

Germany pouted a bit but agreed. While France helped him get up and walked out of the bar, he thought to himself that home was the perfect place to continue kissing France. Maybe he wasn't so lonely after all.