Family Ties ((2p!Canada X 1p!Canada)) Part 1

((Well... This is my first time posting any of my (Mostly shitty) stories on any website.... Only a few of my friends know about my stories as well..... I hope you guys like them.....))

((Warnings: Sexual comments, insest, cursing, and Matt's sexiness))


              "Matt….." A soft voice whispers from beside me.
I glance over and see a pair of beautiful violet eyes watching me seductively. I force myself not to blush.
"Oui….?" I say without emotion.
"I-I want you…." The wheat blonde male blushed darkly.
"Quoi?"
"I want you inside me Matt……."

I opened my eyes quickly.
"That was some dream…." I mutter, reaching over and grabbing my darkly tinted sunglasses, placing them on the bridge of my nose.
I hear a soft yawn to my left, and turn my head to see my twin brother, Matthew, fast asleep on my shoulder, his hand over the place where my heart was supposed to be (Although I don't believe that I have such an thing….)
I feel blood rush to the surface of my cheeks.
Matthew is my younger twin brother, and I'm not going to lie to you readers… I'm in love with him….
I felt my curl shape itself. I glare over my sunglasses at it and see that it was heart shaped. Damn my emotions. I quickly forced my blush away and my curl to return to its normal single loop shape.
My left arm was resting contently around Matthew's slim shoulders. I knew if I tried to move, I would wake him…. So I stayed put, holding on to him softly as the dark night turned to dawn.
I watched his violet eyes open slowly after a soft yawn. I assume he saw my face inches away from his own because a soft blush spread across his cheeks.
"Bon frère du matin ...." He says, his voice sounding like a whisper.
I nod to show that I heard him, forcing myself to scowl.
"Do you have to work today…?" He asked softly, I can see the hope in his eyes.
"Non….." I work as a mounie. Protecting my country of Canada from drugs, polar bears and murders is what I do best…… Minus the drugs and murders…..
He smiles softly, "Great…. What time is it, eh….?"
I glance over at my bedside table where green glowing numbers blinked slowly.
"Almost 7 o'clock….."
"How long have you been up…?"
Damn…. He knows me too well….. Fuck….
"Few hours…"
His eyes widened and his blush darkened, "Why didn't you wake me up…?"
My scowl turned into a sneer, mocking him, "Because you looked so cute, rested against me like that, the only way it could have been cuter is if I was on top of you and your sexy legs would be spread for me."
He smiles and nods, completely unfazed by my sexual comments, "Well… What do you want for breakfast…?"
"You covered in that syrup you love so much."
He blushes slightly at this comment, "Pancakes…? Seal…? Salad…? Croissants..? Bagel…?"
"I already told you."
His smile turned in to a soft confused frown, "Well… What would you actually like…? Besides me covered in syrup..?"
"You covered in peanut butter…."
He rolled his eyes and sat up, cold air making my left arm raise with goose bumps.
"Fine….. I'll choose…." He stood up showing me his Canadian flag boxers, which slipped down just enough so I could see his-
"Are you done staring at Matthew…?" An annoying voice cut through my thoughts.
I growl and turn my glare to the red haired American who stood in the door way of my room, a long baseball bat with nails sticking out of it resting against his shoulder.
Matthew stiffened and turned to look at Allen, a dark blush across his face, I could see he was using his best glare which made me smile on the inside.
"A-Allen… W-what do you n-need….?"
Allen smirked, his red eyes glued to my face, "I was just coming to ask you," He looks at Matthew, "If you wanted to go see a movie some time….." I see his eyes travel Matthew's body, "Or we could always make one…"
Matthew smiles at him, not seeing Allen's eyes stare hungrily at his body, "I-I'm sorry Allen but… I-I'm busy until w-well after mine and M-matt's birthday……"
Allen shrugs, "Well… Meet me in my room….. I have something to give you…"
I give him a death glare over my sunglasses, "Would Alfred agree to what you are not going to give him…?" I sit up, leaning back on my arms.
Allen smirk widens, "Alfred will be there too…"
Matthew's gaze when back and forth between us as Allen and I fired snide comments at each other (Not that I would know….. I wasn't watching him….).
"Your mother was a whore….."
"Your mother is my mother… "I say to Allen who was growing more and more frustrated.
"Boys!!" A new voice came from behind Allen, "You should not talk about me like that!!" Oliver, Allen and I's "Mother" pushed past Allen and walked to Matthew, "Matthew dear are you okay…?"
Allen scoffed, "You always liked him more……" He swung his bat at the pale haired Englishman who put his hand up and stopped it before it hit his face. Oliver turned and glared at Allen.
Matthew looked at me before jumping onto the bed with me. I quickly positioned myself over him, my arms on either side of his head and my back shielding his chest and stomach. I shielded his ears with my hands and stared down at him. Tears filled his violet eyes and at the sight of the liquid, rage filled my body.
"Al…. Come on you know that you never beat me…."
"Because you always cheat!" Allen snaps back at Oliver.
"I never cheat….." Oliver says, insanity creeping into his voice.
Matthew started trembling and a single tear slipped down his face and plopped onto my hand. My head shot to glare at Allen and Oliver who were stalking around each other like rabid cats. I moved my hands from Matthew's ears and rolled over, leaving him defenseless if Oliver and Allen started to fight. I grabbed my old hockey stick from beside my bed.
"M-matt….." A soft whimper came from Matthew, "B-be c-careful…."The more tears flow down his face, the more that rage took me over.
I nod curtly and put on my best sneer, turning to where Matthew couldn't see my face….. He doesn't need to see me like this….
I growl darkly and swing my hockey stick, roughly catching Allen in the back of the head with a loud clack.
Allen crumbles to the ground with a thump. His beloved baseball bat falling against my hard tile floor.
Oliver's eyes, pale blue with a light pink ring around the pupil, widened slightly when he saw Allen crumple to the ground. His eyes met mine then traveled to Matthew, who was trembling in terror and sobbing softly on the bed behind me.
I glared at him, pushing Allen toward him with my foot.
"Get the fuck out of my room…… And take that, "I spit on Allen, "With you."

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