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brash-american-hero:

insanity-and-syrup:

“Somehow, I doubt that~! I’m much more experienced at this game than you are after all, Alfie,” Matthew’s grin cracked further as the American feigned comfort and easiness, though he could practically feel the tenseness rolling off of the other. He took an almost involuntary defensive step back though as the other closed the distance between them, only to bump the heel of his foot against the door. He tilted his chin up defiantly though, looking the other straight in the eye. He snickered, keeping his gaze cool, “Be my guest~!”

He was expecting the punch. What he wasn’t expecting though, was the kick that hooked his feet out right from under him. Falling to the ground, Matthew let out an annoyed ‘tch’, his amused, pleased expression wiped clean off his face, replaced with the same anger he had expressed before, eyes narrowed and flashing. He simply sat up straighter though, not making a move to attack, “Awww, why do you have to be so sneaky about things~? At least when I go to attack I actually, well, do it.”

Letting out a snicker, he simply reached up a hand, motioning with his index finger for the other to lean down, keeping his other against the ground, leaning against it slightly for balance.

Looking into two small pools of infuriated violet, Alfred’s lips twitched into a half smile, relieved that Matthew’s bubbly facade had temporarily vanished in favor of an emotion he could better grasp. “I don’t see you making any movements to attack me, so why should I? Maybe you don’t want to hurt me as much as you led me to believe.” He retorted with a sight edge of hope, wetting his lips as he looked down at his brother.

His cowlick perked up higher, hair standing on end as sharp laughter pierced his ears. He took a couple of deep breaths, the echoing laughter bouncing off the walls making him feel claustrophobic and trapped. Falling back against the door, he allowed a hand to linger on the dull brass knob before a bony finger began taunting him, motioning him towards the ground.

Swallowing slowly, he dropped to his knees, shuffling forward until he was in front of the screwy Canadian. The apprehensive blond left a noticeable gap between them, hands on his knees, slightly poised forward, bracing himself for a possible attack.  “Hm?”

“Oh, you really think that?” Matthew tilted his head, irritation that was once there now replaced with cool, almost hidden meaning in his curiousity. “Ah well, if you want me to get to the kicking your ass part, I’ll be happy to oblige~!” He shifted, moving into a more comfortable position as he did so, another snicker escaping him, breath hitching.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed quite noticeably as Alfred’s hand lingered at the doorknob, it wasn’t that he was able to escape, oh no. The Canadian was confident he could catch up - he’s had things like this happen before. But he really hoped Alfred was different from the others. That hope was fulfilled though, as Alfred dropped his hand, instead moving in favour to lean down towards his brother.

The Canadian’s twisted grin continued to grow as the American closed the distance between them, though the gap Alfred left up had not gone unnoticed. He hesitated there for a second, acting as though he was going to lean back, but did exactly the opposite, jolting forward, hand reaching forward and snatching Alfred’s collar in his grip, twisting the fabric in his fist. Another giggle escaped as he gave the other a somewhat strong shake, “Don’t be so incautious, Alfie~!” He let go of his grip, pushing the other away and towards the ground, using him as a sort of a brace to get him back on his own feet.

(Source: insanity-and-syrup)

chip-skylarkk:

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mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

-gives a bit of a shifty eyes before handing her the spatula with extra batter on it-

Charlotte: :O T’ank yoo! *stuffs the corner of the spatula in her mouth and sucks on the yummy batter*

-grins and sets the bowl in the sink- No problem~

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

-gives it a few more stirs to make sure it’s even, before nodding- Yes! -ducks down, grabbing the muffin pan out-

Charlotte: *claps happily and bounces*

-grins and puts the papers in the tin, before pouring the batter in with a spatula-

Charlotte: Yay!

-gives a bit of a shifty eyes before handing her the spatula with extra batter on it-

camillebadua:

i really hate you

i really fucking hate you

uh i still hate you 

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

-gives it a few more stirs to make sure it’s even, before nodding- Yes! -ducks down, grabbing the muffin pan out-

Charlotte: *claps happily and bounces*

-grins and puts the papers in the tin, before pouring the batter in with a spatula-

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

You can help stir, okay? -pours the mix into the bowl, cracking the eggs into it too, and grabbing a spoon, handing it to her-

Charlotte: *happily takes the spoon and mushes the eggs in* Stir, stir, stir!

-grins, holding the bowl still as she stirs-

Charlotte: *stirs more until satisfied that it’s all mixed well* Good?

-gives it a few more stirs to make sure it’s even, before nodding- Yes! -ducks down, grabbing the muffin pan out-

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

You can help stir, okay? -pours the mix into the bowl, cracking the eggs into it too, and grabbing a spoon, handing it to her-

Charlotte: *happily takes the spoon and mushes the eggs in* Stir, stir, stir!

-grins, holding the bowl still as she stirs-

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

mattiewhatshisname:

insanity-and-syrup:

-takes the box out, setting her up on the counter next to it, and moves over, taking a bowl out of another cabinet-

Charlotte: We make one for mama, one for daddy, one for auntie, one for Ollie, and one for Albie, and one for me! *beams and turns the box to look at the pictures* Need egg?

Yep~! -nods, moving over towards the fridge and grabbing two-

Charlotte: *swings legs happily*

You can help stir, okay? -pours the mix into the bowl, cracking the eggs into it too, and grabbing a spoon, handing it to her-