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Love myself some possessive Mattie!
WIP 🤔
#hws canada#hws america#na brothers#na twins#aph america#aph canada#alfred f. jones#na bros#Matthew Williams
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Birthday Fic
Rating: T
Relationship: England + Wales + Canada + America
Word Count: 968
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Five to Twenty-Five
“What are you doing, Uncle Dylan?”
A voice as soft and sweet as the buttercream he was currently mixing called. Two blue eyes with flecks of purple peeked out of the left side of the doorframe.
“Oh, Matthew!“ Just in time,” Dylan beamed. “I’m making your father's favourite cake for his birthday, and I could use a taste tester.”
The eyes lit up. "Really?"
Dylan giggled. “Of course! Now come, come.”
He scooped some of the frosting on the spoon and brought it down to Matthew. The boy took a cautious lick. He let out an excited ‘mmm’ before cleaning the spoon of the white, fluffy goodness.
“I take it I did a good job?”
Matthew nodded eagerly.
Dylan put the bowl to the side and checked on the cake in the oven. Matthew crept closer, trying to catch a peek.
“Can I help?” Matthew asked.
“ Well…Unfortunately, the cake is almost done.”
Matthew’s face fell, head hanging low.
“But, you can help me with the icing,” Dylan quickly added, crouching down to be at the boy’s level.
“Okay!”
Dylan picked Matthew up to wash his hands before setting up a stepping stool, so he could reach the counter. Matthew eyed the bowl of buttercream next to him, little fingers crawling over to it.
“Ah ah ah,” Dylan tisked, though there was a playful smile on his lips. “You’ll get a belly ache, and we may not have enough to finish Dad’s cake.”
Matthew curled back.
“But perhaps you can lick the spatulas when we’re done,” Dylan suggested, booping Matthew’s nose.
He turned back to the oven and checked on the cake. Deeming it cooked, he pulled it out and brought it over to the counter. “Now we have to get going if we want to finish before your father gets back.”
Matthew grabbed a nearby spatula and straightened up like some soldier baker. Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing his own spatula and taking a similar stance.
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When Arthur returned home with Alfred from a morning of grocery shopping he heard giggling and shushing in the kitchen. Alfred had already scurried upstairs to collect his favourite stuffed animal he had forgotten to grab for their trip, leaving Arthur to investigate alone.
Dylan and Matthew were hunched over the counter, Dylan with a finger to his lips, smiling at a grinning, giggling Matthew.
Arthur leaned on the door frame, smirking to himself. “And what are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” they quickly said in unison.
They turned to Arthur, straightening up but still concealing the counter. Arthur squinted.
“Where’s Alfred?” Dylan asked.
“Upstairs. He forgot Barnaby.”
“Ah.”
“But really,” Arthur went on, “What are you planning? Corrupting my innocent, gentle Matthew?”
Dylan gave a dramatic scoff. “I would never. But you’ll see when Alfred comes down.”
“Fine…”
Moments later, Alfred came bouncing in, his bunny stuffed animal squeezed under his armpit. He only froze mid-way into the kitchen to sniff.
“Something smells good,” he exclaimed, looking around to find the source.
Matthew looked over to Dylan who nodded. The two pulled away to reveal the cake, now covered in pale green icing with frosted white roses along the edge. In the center, sat one of those candle signs reading: We stopped counting. Surely Dylan’s choice despite being the eldest brother.
“Happy birthday!” Matthew cheered, running to Arthur. Arthur scooped the boy up, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, love,” he murmured.
“You made a cake without me?” Alfred whined, approaching Dylan.
“You wanted to go grocery shopping with your dad,” Dylan tutted, ruffling Alfred’s hair. “But you can still help us eat it. First though…”
He looked over to Arthur, who was trying to hide a growing grin. Dylan rummaged through the drawer for a lighter and lit the three wicks of the candle. Stepping away, he pulled Alfred with him to give room for Arthur.
With Matthew still in his arms, Arthur leaned down and blew out the candles. When he was done, Matthew hugged him tightly. Dylan and Alfred joined him in shouting ‘Happy birthday’ once more.
“Now, time for cake!” Alfred demanded, running back to the counter. He tried to swipe a bit of icing, but Dylan quickly grabbed the cake first.
“Alfred,” Arthur barked, “You were so good this morning. Don’t start acting up now. Patience.”
Alfred pouted, wandering to the corner with crossed arms. But it wasn’t long before he was rushing back over to get a piece when the cake was finally cut.
“That boy and his moods,” Arthur huffed, taking a bite of his cake.
“Just like his daddy,” Dylan teased, pinching his baby brother’s cheek.
“Quit it!” Arthur waved the hand away.
They watched the two boys eat their cake and Alfred telling Matthew all about the harrowing tale of his trip to the grocery store.
“I still remember when you were five,” Dylan mused. “Always following me around, wanting to play wizards or fairies. And now you’re twenty-five.”
“Please don’t get sentimental on me,” Arthur groaned.
Dylan only laughed, ruffling Arthur’s hair like he did when they were kids. Arthur growled in annoyance, fluffing up his hair into its proper mess.
“Thank you, for all of this,” Arthur whispered.
“It’s what brothers do.” A wide smile spread across Dylan’s face, wrapping an arm around Arthur. “But I can’t take all the credit. Matthew did help me get the icing done in time.”
“Well, remind me to thank him later.”
The two turned back to the boys. Alfred was now a mess of green and white icing, and Matthew was trying not to laugh at him. Arthur sighed.
“I got it,” Dylan intervened, already grabbing some paper towels. “You go get some more cake.”
Arthur gave a thankful smile before cutting himself some more cake.
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nyo ame commission!
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I'm wearing my emotional support hoodie now!
emotional support hoodie x
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gym selfie
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revolutionary war
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Sick fish is sick orz
Why can’t fish have a cute mericat too– ;;;<;;;)~
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Endlessly hot for when he uses United States rather than America.
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myyyy piece for @hws-anthology !!!
it’s always fruk but never face fam 😔 needed to fix it so here is a little summer trip of my fav dysfunctional family (they would absolutely kill each other by the end of it)
big thanks to the mods for this TITANIC work, check out the full zine here ✨
Happy 10th anniversary!!!! ❣
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Nyo America and Canada while England plays the guitar?
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ugh, so corny!
w/o stickers ver.
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Older NA twins making papa proud?
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America: And that's why Bidoof is Canada's national pokemon.
Canada: ...I hate you.
THIS WAS AN ACTUAL POST BY THE POKEMON COMPANY.
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Aww!
If caname in omegaverse do you think what their child looks like?
hi anon unfortunately i am not the biggest fan of omegaverse or mpreg or pregnancy or honestly ships having children in general 😭😭😭 however i do have this caname fusion thing that i made up insp from what ive seen of shiptalia even tho its kindof gone. i dont really think of it as a lovechild more fusion of traits because thats more fun for me to work with... i dont enjoy making ocs to interact with canon and making a child would be really oc-making process for me 😢 hope this will suffice anyways
i call her. nameri in my head. hahahaha!!!
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