SMASH!

*hmmmm*
*ahhhh*
*eep*

Matthew slowly emerged his frighten eyes from out underneath the blanket and looking around his dark bedroom, there was a smashing sound from down stairs and a possible intruder could have just entered. A small creaking noise from a floorboard down stairs echoed into his room, so in a flash he dove his head back down under the covers and submerged his head under a pillow. Fear engulfed the poor Canadian and his body began to rattle, causing for his bed to begin squeaking.

Matthew: almost crying and mumbling to himself
Ahhh! Go away! This isn't funny, eh!

He shoved his hand over his mouth as he heard his bedroom door creak open, his eyes practically pounding out of his eye sockets as he heard something pacing towards him. Without a thought Matthew plunged his fist out of the blanket and snatched a hockey stick he had leaning up against his bed, then pulled it under the blanket with him. He filped himself onto his back and held the hockey stick between his chest with his hands, so it would appear flat; this way he would be able to surprise the invader.

*squeak*

Suddenly there was weight on the end of the bed, Matthew could feel something crawling up to him; with that he built up enough courage to yank off his blanket.

Matthew: screaming
YOU SHOULD FEAR ME! I HAVE A HOCKEY STICK, EH!

The figure stopped crawling up towards him and just stayed there kneeling Zin between his open legs, roughly around where his knees were. A pair of familiar looking (e/c) eyes looking at him in confusion, slightly darkened by the lightless room. Matthew was wordless and stared back at the eyes while lowering his hockey stick, reached for his glasses and turned on his bedside light so he could identify the intruder.

Matthew: pushing himself up against his bed screaming
_____!

You smirked at him and combed your (h/c) hair back with your hands, before stretching out your arm towards him and hushing him with your index finger.

You: winking at him
Hey cutie, what's up?

Matthew began to hyperventilate and took off his glasses to wipe his eyes multiple times; he just couldn't believe his eyes. You weren't acting like yourself, (a) you broke into his house in the middle of the night and (b) you were dressed like you belonged in an illegal nightclub or something.

Mathew: stammering
Ahh, do-do-do--

You: you pulled the finger away from his lips
Sorry sugar, was that making it hard for you to talk?

Matthew's eyes were practically popping out of his head, he was in that much of a state of shock.

Matthew: quickly gesturing to all of you
What happened!?!

What did happen to you? That is a very good question. You've been doing the treatments and therapy for the cancer for about two months now, however only recently has the stress be getting to you and you haven't told anyone; you have no support. Tonight was the night you finally cracked and went rogue, which is why you travelled all the way to Canada, broke into Matthew's house dressed in barely nothing and planned to have a little 'fun' with Matthew. Your clearly not thinking straight, but your in so much emotional pain that your common sense is practically blind.

You: kneeling innocently on the bed and swaying your shoulders
So Mattie, what you up to?

Matthew: trying to not look at your very exposed chest
Um, I'm trying to sleep.

You: frowning
Oh... Isn't that kinda boring... And lonely?

A huge blush engulfed his face as you purposely squeezed your arms into your sides to make a certain upper body part poldge out even more. You leaned in closer towards him, making him lean back against the bed headboard, you were practically hovering over him and watched as he struggled to stay calm. Your hot breath beating on the side of his neck as you whispered something into his ear.

You: whispering
Where is your inner Frenchman, hockey boy.

You locked eyes with him and now he was utterly mortified.

Matthew: pale faced
B-but your married an-and have a-a son.

You: playfully rolling your eyes
Geez, I'm married, not dead.

Matthew: looking you in the eyes
How many times have you done this behind Romano's back?

You: bring your face closer to his
This is the first time, but I also plan to go after your brother, the Frenchie, Spaniard, Germans, Nordies, Kirkland brothers, at least Feliciano and everyone else! It all starts with you Mattie, your the beginning of the international 'census' I plan on doing.

He looked at you in utter disgust, you had no idea that Matthew's sweet little face could ever produce such a fowl expression.

You: rubbing the side of his neck and whispering into his ear
Show me what it means to be French Canada, give me the Canadian experience.

As soon as you pulled your head away you noticed that he was dazed and his curl was standing up on end, straight up into the air. You chuckled as you slowly reached your arm to yank on the blonde stiffened piece of hair, but Matthew snatched at you hand and locked his eyes with yours.

Matthew: stern
Leave.

You: laughing
I know you don't mean that Mattie!

Matthew: sitting up
Leave now _____.

You: shocked
M-Mattie?

Matthew: looking at you sternly
If you leave now I will not tell Romano about this and won't call the police to charge you for breaking in and entering and also for attempted r--

You: cutting him off
What ever! I'm sure Alfred is better than you would be anyway!

You dismounted his bed and walked over towards the bedroom door, but as soon as you were about to close the door Matthew said something.

Matthew: putting his glasses away
I'm offended that you believe everyone has no self control, it's like you barely even know any of us. Have fun with your stupid quest to get the world into your pants, because you won't get very far, nation personifications have morals too.

With that said you slammed his door shut in utter rage and left to go back home, you had a different target in mind.

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YA! Character development! I've turned you into how people portray France in fanfics! XD
No, but seriously, committing adultery is really wrong.

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly