CanadaxReaderxEngland Mr. and Mrs. Buttersworth

CanadaxReader

This has two swear word guys. Just two. Are you PROUD OF MEEEEE!?!?!?!

"What a great show, love." Arthur pulled you in close, giving you a sweaty kiss on stage. Some of the crowd screamed, while other obsessive fan girls and boys seethed in jealousy.  You then skipped away, giving your tour manager a high-five.

"We were totally rad out there!" You shouted, smiling. He smiled back, and then turned away to deal with technical duties. The day was finally over for you and your crew.  These band festivals took a real toll on their stamina. As you made your way to the tour bus, the other guys were breathing hard against your neck, chugging their water every few seconds. They would move and their sweat would ripple off them. It was disgusting, but you know, to any fan girl it would be bathing in holy water.

You collapsed to the couch at your tour bus as the others made their way to the fridge to cool off for the next few hours until the next time their strength was tested against heat waves. Arthur came to your couch, crouching down to your face.

"You look exhausted, maybe another night, okay? It's alright; I have a very low sex drive compared to Francis, that cheesy bastard." He smiled, moving stray hairs from your face with his light touch.

"Yeah." You managed to groan. It sounded like a hoarse moan, and Arthur, being the perverted 'man' he was, smirked.  He smashed his lips to yours, taking you in, cupping your face in his hands. You blushed into the kiss, the feeling of heat intensifying.

"Now only if you could say my name like that, damn, your little short shorts would be off." He whispered, his emerald orbs gleaming with lust. You giggled, ruining the whole moment. You could almost never be in such an intense scene.  You sat up on the couch, letting Arthur to sit and cuddle you.

"Guys, let's please keep our hands to ourselves tonight. No one could sleep last night because you. And I mean, me being The Hero, my attempts to make you shut up were in vain. So please, for the sake of the rest of our 'innocence', be quiet….er." America said groggily, rubbing his eyes in his American flag footie pajamas.

"We could only try!" Arthur laughed.  Alfred gave his best attempt to glare, and then headed back to bed.  The room was quiet with the occasional whispers of sweet nothings.  A few hours or so went by, and it was getting close to the morning.

"I'm going to bed, would you like to join?" Arthur yawned, stretching his arms and getting up.

"No, I think I'm going to chill for a few more minutes and then I'll come." You smiled back, getting up with him and walking past the beds of the sleeping mates. When you got to the back part of the bus, you saw a dim light and Matthew in the corner of the room reading. You smile to yourself. Mattie was so sweet. His brother, Francis taught him his ways. But even still, Matthew had a certain, sensitive aptitude about himself. Before meeting Arthur, you and Matthew were close friends, best friends. You still were today, but with Arthur being such a major part of your life as well as the band, Mattie was one of those things that were forgotten or just always last on the list to get to.  Still, you knew you could always go to him for anything if everything else failed. Of course, that rarely happened, so you never needed him much anymore.

When you first started your band with Arthur, Matthew was excited for you. He was very supportive, putting up posters for you and being a mini manager for your weakling 'band'. It didn't matter then, Matthew was always happy to help. After you became more successful and became intimate with Arthur, Mattie changed. He was more distant. He would still always help, but it didn't seem as if he was happy for you anymore. It was apparent to you at first, but since the prosperity of the band was rising, he seemed more and more of a speck in your life.

You made your way to him, pulling up a chair next to him. There was a table separating you, which made you feel more…detached from him. He didn't look up from his book, for he was always a shy boy.

"Good morning." You whispered, as you saw the clock behind him turn to 12:01 am.

"Is it morning finally!? It's time for pancakes then." He set the book down, turning in his seat to the fridge.

"Let me help, I'll get you the…syrup. Would you like the maple or honey? Oh! We also have Mrs. Buttersworth!" You smiled mischievously at him.  He whipped his head to you, and then slowly came over to you. He smiled a genuine smile, putting his hands up around you leaning on the cupboard doors.

"Well, it's not like a maple leaf is in my attire every day." He caressed your face.

"I, um.." You stumbled, feeling quite uncomfortable under the affection. With the little accessibility you had, you turned to get the maple syrup for him.

"H-here." You handed the bottle to him. He was surprised from this reaction; Francis said it would work. You trap them and gaze into their eyes with longing affection, and then go in for the kill. Matthew backed up to let you move. His hands went through his hair,

"D-do you want some pancakes too?" He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck now.

"Sure." You whispered, making your way back to the table with the bottle of syrup in your hand.  Once both of you were seated, Matthew opened up the bottle.

"Oh, I'll get the other bottle then." You said, as you noticed the syrup was to its last drops.

"You can always have Mr.Buttersworth." You stopped dead in your tracks. You turned in your stance to face him,

"What the hell is with you, Mattie!? Why are you being such a flirt like your brother!?" You hissed. Matthew flinched at the word 'brother'. He was always mistaken for his other half brothers, but because it was from you the words stung, pounded over and over in his head, "like your brother." He stayed quiet for an elongated minute, sinking farther and farther into his chair. Now he just wanted to crawl into a ball and die from making you angry.

"I-I, um, I was trying to, uh, you know, im-impress you, because I'msortof,Imeankindofinlovewithyou." He looked to the floor, shame on his face. You were quite bewildered. Matthew, your Mattie, is in love, with you!? You thought it was quite a miracle to get one guy to come near you in an arm's length radius, but now two!?  You came towards him now, wrapping your arms around him, snuggling your face in his neck.
"I love you too, Mattie. I just, I don't love you intimately as I do Arthur. I-"Your voice got caught in your throat. The lump in your throat was growing and you couldn't just cry here, right now.

"I know." Matthew whispered. He still kissed you anyway, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. His lips were of maple syrup and fallen leaves on the tip of his tongue.  When he pulled away, he took his glasses off to see you. You took his face in your hands and drew circles with your thumbs.

"I just needed that for my daydreams. I love you." He smiled his flawless smile. His indigo eyes were gleaming in the dim light of the early morning.  All you could do was smile and not let the waterfalls come. You couldn't whisper the same words, because they would be in vain, meaningless.

Matthew then stood to give you a tight hug and then kissed you on the forehead.

"Pancakes?"

Once the dishes were cleared, you headed back to Arthur's bunk. You slipped underneath the blanket, curling your legs so they were also underneath the blanket. Arthur noticed you, entangling his legs in yours and wiping the hair away from your face.

"Love, what have you been doing? You're going to be tired later." He whispered, not opening his eyes.  You kissed his cheek, and then rolled over so he couldn't see you slip a tear. What a sweet, innocent secret you and Matthew had. You would lock it in your heart forever, and ever.