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NeverOutofSass: No problem, mate~
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[ Here's the starter for Al getting his ass kicked~~ XD Because I have tons of muse for mean stuff right now–– ]
The American should've known better. Fucking hell, he should've. But his lack of any existing survival instinct obviously left him pretty vulnerable for getting in trouble. This time he'd really outdone himself with picking up a fight with the secondary German. Obviously he didn't appreciate comments about his little Italian boytoy. The second harsh punch into his stomach pulled a pained gasp from the American, feeling the grip around his neck tightening. He could already taste blood, but still couldn't help but give a shaky smirk at the other. "Whoa, sensitive spot–?" The next punch in his face made him almost choke up, his knees feeling even weaker.
The American should've known better. Fucking hell, he should've. But his lack of any existing survival instinct obviously left him pretty vulnerable for getting in trouble. This time he'd really outdone himself with picking up a fight with the secondary German. Obviously he didn't appreciate comments about his little Italian boytoy. The second harsh punch into his stomach pulled a pained gasp from the American, feeling the grip around his neck tightening. He could already taste blood, but still couldn't help but give a shaky smirk at the other. "Whoa, sensitive spot–?" The next punch in his face made him almost choke up, his knees feeling even weaker.
"Jesus, what's taking that fucker so long?" Matt muttered as he glanced at his phone for the fiftieth time and then returned to pacing. He had been waiting in the lobby of the building they used for secondary nation meetings for a solid fifteen minutes now, and Allen still hadn't showed up so that he could drive them both home. "If this keeps up, he can make his own way back," he muttered irritably even as he headed off to search for his wayward brother. He eventually managed to find him pinned to a wall, bleeding, with secondary Germany standing over him. Without needing to see anything more, Matt let out a truly terrifying snarl and threw himself right at the other man, pushing him off of Allen. Landing in a protective stance right in front of his brother, he bared his teeth at Germany, his murderous expression making it quite clear that he could and would tear the other man's throat out without blinking an eye.
(Woah, wall of text--*shields eyes*)
(Woah, wall of text--*shields eyes*)
[ /puts on sunglasses dramatically/ shh friendo I love it so much~~ ]
The sound that escaped from the American from the next hit to his stomach sounded like a pathetic squeak, and he could hear how damn amused the German was to pull that kind of yelp out of him. He was panting, feeling how the blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, another ragged cough making more of it burst on his shirt. Allen couldn't get any of the words the other said to him, no wonder, the guy seemed to be talking mostly with his mother tongue. The tight grip around his neck suddenly let go, making the American lost his shaky balance immediately. He lifted his gaze shakily, first spotting his brother and then the look on the German's face that told that he didn't like to be outnumbered. And he didn't have his shitty group with him, either.
The sound that escaped from the American from the next hit to his stomach sounded like a pathetic squeak, and he could hear how damn amused the German was to pull that kind of yelp out of him. He was panting, feeling how the blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, another ragged cough making more of it burst on his shirt. Allen couldn't get any of the words the other said to him, no wonder, the guy seemed to be talking mostly with his mother tongue. The tight grip around his neck suddenly let go, making the American lost his shaky balance immediately. He lifted his gaze shakily, first spotting his brother and then the look on the German's face that told that he didn't like to be outnumbered. And he didn't have his shitty group with him, either.
Barely able to form a coherent thought through the red haze of rage, Matt growled lowly and stepped closer to the German with the grace of a predator. He was careful to keep his injured brother behind him at all times, but he kept his murderous gaze on the threat before him. Flexing his hands and wishing that he had his trusty hockey stick with him, he tilted his head slowly and let a smile appear on his face. It wasn't a nice smile, not by any stretch of the imagination. "Run," he advised the man in a voice that could barely be classified as human, and certainly couldn't be classified as sane. He didn't particularly care if the other nation took his advice or not--after all, Matt would kill him either way, but he did want to look after Allen before he dealt with secondary Germany.
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