Canada/Netherlands and some Cuba and America too
anonymous
September 28 2009, 00:51:37 UTC
Basically, Cuba and America don't agree on anything, except that those dirty Europeans need to keep their hands off Matthew. So, they decide to give Netherlands, Canada's established boyfriend, the shot gun talk. Only their version is more of the 'knock him out, tie him to a chair and threaten him in a basement talk'. The plan back fires and Matt finds out, and just lavishes attention on his poor boyfriend while Cuba and America blame one another for Canada being involved with the Netherlands in the first place.
Human names please!
Bonus: The boys are idiots and take him to a basement...in Canada. Bonus 2: The basement has one of those exposed light bulbs, and a leaking pipe. Bonus 3: Netherlands is SO not frightened by two youngsters, even after one loses his temper and slugs him. I mean he's seriously unimpressed. Bonus 4: UK and France wholly support Cuba and America, but wisely don't get involved.
Seriously, this pairing needs more love. OP is begging you. captcha says; speak Cali, so maybe it happens in California?
Europeans… (1/?)
anonymous
September 30 2009, 05:47:15 UTC
Alfred leaned against a table in the crowded UN Dining Room, and glared across the room at his brother and, more specifically, his brother’s boyfriend. He took a final swig of champagne, wishing that it were something harder
( ... )
Europeans… (3/?)
anonymous
October 1 2009, 00:13:48 UTC
Two days after France’s party, Lukas walked along an Ottowa sidewalk, making a concerted effort to get lost, which he considered to be the best way to get to know a city
( ... )
Europeans… (4/?)
anonymous
October 1 2009, 00:16:39 UTC
Someone-Alfred, he would guess-circled around him and pulled his bound arms up over the back of the chair, holding him still even as he continued to struggle, more out of a sense of obligation than anything. There was the sound of duct tape again, then the adhesive was wrapped over his chest and around the chair, binding him like a mummy. Alfred used what seemed to be a knife to cut apart his ankles, but then quickly bound them to the legs of the chair.
Finished with his work, Alfred scrambled back to his feet. With a flourish that Lukas couldn’t so much hear as feel, Alfed tugged the sack off of Lukas’s head. Blinking profusely as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Lukas took in his surroundings
( ... )
Europeans… (6/?)
anonymous
October 1 2009, 19:51:19 UTC
Matthew anxiously checked his watch for the umpteenth time. 6:34, a quarter of an hour past when Lukas agreed to meet him. He was beginning to get worried.
He tapped his fingers against the table and stared into his water glass, trying to think of a perfectly legitimate reason for Lukas to be late. However, his mind kept drifting back to any number of horrific, and increasingly improbable, scenarios (maybe Belgium invaded) and he eventually gave up.
Walking to the nearest payphone, he called the hotel. No dice.
Alright, Matt, he thought, you’ve gotta think. Think, think, think, think. Why would Lukas be late? Who would want have something against him. Who had made threats against Lukas recently?
OhMatthew spent a few moments trying to convince himself that Alfred couldn’t have been responsible, then realized that he not only could, but almost certainly was. He grabbed both sides of the phone booth and bashed his head against the box, groaning loudly in frustration. A few businessmen in suits gave him funny looks as they walked
( ... )
Europeans… (7/?)
anonymous
October 2 2009, 00:19:09 UTC
“Well, you know, you really should plan for these sort of contingencies in your kidnappings.”
Alfred rolled his eyes and pressed the phone to his ear. “Well, Arthur, I didn’t exactly plan for him to keep being stubborn after I brought out the shotgun.”
There was a pause over the phone. “Wait,” Arthur said incredulously, suppressing laughter, “you actually threatened him with a gun?”
“Yeah!” America said defensively.
Arthur snorted. “Do you know anything about European history? You thought the shotgun would convince him
( ... )
Europeans… (8/?)
anonymous
October 3 2009, 17:07:27 UTC
A few almost preternaturally long hours later, Matthew reached Alfred’s small, lakeside vacation home. He parked a good way’s away and began working on formulating a plan as he walked up to the house. In the end, he decided that a direct approach would be best
( ... )
Europeans… (9/?)
anonymous
October 3 2009, 17:12:24 UTC
Lukas felt relief rush through him as he sighted Matthew clomping down the stairs, loving Matthew even more for appearing to save him from this deep, dark pit of boredom
( ... )
I am loving this so much, I can't even begin to describe it. Seriously, if you manage to add the "horribly, horribly dirty things" I'll skip the progeny and give you my soul. Of course, if you're not a smut person, anon totally understands.
Europeans… (10/?)
anonymous
October 4 2009, 03:48:47 UTC
When Alfred pulled up in the van, a bag of McDonalds cheeseburgers resting in the passenger’s seat beside him, and saw Miguel leaning against the side of the house chewing on a cigar, he instantly realized that something had gone south in a profound way.
He parked and jumped out of the car. “Hey, Miguel!”
Miguel looked up at him and his eyes widened in confusion, tucking the cigar back into the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt. He “Alfred, what are you-?”
“What are you doing out here?” he demanded. “Shouldn’t you be in there watching van der Meer? Y’know, the guy we kidnapped“I thought you were watching him
( ... )
Europeans… (11/?)
anonymous
October 4 2009, 03:49:37 UTC
“Do you honestly think I’m that much of a child?!” he demanded. “That you’re the only one keeping me getting into the back of an unmarked van because the Europeans are offering me free candy?”
Alfred awkwardly scuffed the floor with one of his boots. That was the general idea, he thought.
“No,” Miguel muttered, in a voice that clearly said he had been thinking the same as Alfred.
“We’d want you to do the same for us,” Alfred added hopefully.
Matthew tried to glower for a moment, then gave up and rolled his eyes at the ceiling, sighing in pure exasperation. “Alfred, Miguel, go home.
“But-”
“Pero-”
“Home. Now. Please,” Matthew said flatly.
“But-” Going home didn’t exactly seem like the most heroic thing to do, but, thankfully, Miguel quickly made up his mind for him, by grabbing him by the back of his jacket and tugging him towards the front door
( ... )
Human names please!
Bonus: The boys are idiots and take him to a basement...in Canada.
Bonus 2: The basement has one of those exposed light bulbs, and a leaking pipe.
Bonus 3: Netherlands is SO not frightened by two youngsters, even after one loses his temper and slugs him. I mean he's seriously unimpressed.
Bonus 4: UK and France wholly support Cuba and America, but wisely don't get involved.
Seriously, this pairing needs more love. OP is begging you.
captcha says; speak Cali, so maybe it happens in California?
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Finished with his work, Alfred scrambled back to his feet. With a flourish that Lukas couldn’t so much hear as feel, Alfed tugged the sack off of Lukas’s head. Blinking profusely as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Lukas took in his surroundings ( ... )
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He tapped his fingers against the table and stared into his water glass, trying to think of a perfectly legitimate reason for Lukas to be late. However, his mind kept drifting back to any number of horrific, and increasingly improbable, scenarios (maybe Belgium invaded) and he eventually gave up.
Walking to the nearest payphone, he called the hotel. No dice.
Alright, Matt, he thought, you’ve gotta think. Think, think, think, think. Why would Lukas be late? Who would want have something against him. Who had made threats against Lukas recently?
OhMatthew spent a few moments trying to convince himself that Alfred couldn’t have been responsible, then realized that he not only could, but almost certainly was. He grabbed both sides of the phone booth and bashed his head against the box, groaning loudly in frustration. A few businessmen in suits gave him funny looks as they walked ( ... )
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Alfred rolled his eyes and pressed the phone to his ear. “Well, Arthur, I didn’t exactly plan for him to keep being stubborn after I brought out the shotgun.”
There was a pause over the phone. “Wait,” Arthur said incredulously, suppressing laughter, “you actually threatened him with a gun?”
“Yeah!” America said defensively.
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He parked and jumped out of the car. “Hey, Miguel!”
Miguel looked up at him and his eyes widened in confusion, tucking the cigar back into the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt. He “Alfred, what are you-?”
“What are you doing out here?” he demanded. “Shouldn’t you be in there watching van der Meer? Y’know, the guy we kidnapped“I thought you were watching him ( ... )
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Alfred awkwardly scuffed the floor with one of his boots. That was the general idea, he thought.
“No,” Miguel muttered, in a voice that clearly said he had been thinking the same as Alfred.
“We’d want you to do the same for us,” Alfred added hopefully.
Matthew tried to glower for a moment, then gave up and rolled his eyes at the ceiling, sighing in pure exasperation. “Alfred, Miguel, go home.
“But-”
“Pero-”
“Home. Now. Please,” Matthew said flatly.
“But-” Going home didn’t exactly seem like the most heroic thing to do, but, thankfully, Miguel quickly made up his mind for him, by grabbing him by the back of his jacket and tugging him towards the front door ( ... )
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