Jealousy

Ontario marched up the pathway to Quebec's house with a disgruntled look on his face. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and he was hunched over slightly. Montreal really was a windy place to live in. Of course, his thoughts were just as blown apart as the wind hitting him. Nova Scotia couldn't have been serious, could he? He had probably just mistaken it for someone else and Ontario was being silly. Yes, that had to be it. He was sure of it.

But then why was he in such a rush to go and check on his French neighbor?

Growling to himself in irritation, Ontario jogged the rest of the pathway and up the house's stairs. He paused at the door for just a brief second, debating on whether or not he should knock, before just throwing the door open and walking inside. "Hey, Quebec! I was wondering-"

Ontario trailed off abruptly, staring back at the two pairs of eyes that stared back at him. Of course, Quebec was the first to get over his mild surprise. "What the hell are you doing here, maudit anglais?" He asked him irritably, a frown crossing his face as his forehead furrowed.

A cheerful laugh was let out by the man next to Quebec. "My mistake then, Jean!" Ireland apologized, smiling at the French province. "I didn't know that you were having company today besides me! I'll be leaving then, let you get on with it."

"I didn't invite him over." Quebec grumbled unhappily. "And you don't have to leave for this idiot. You can stay, if you'd like."

"Nah." Ireland replied. Much to Ontario's annoyance, he casually wrapped an arm around Quebec's shoulders and ruffled up his hair playfully. "I've got to go now anyways. I'll see ya later." Walking towards the door Ontario was still standing by, Ireland smiled at him happily. When he reached his hand out to shake Ontario's, said province flinched away, causing Ireland to frown lightly. He then shrugged and continued walking, mumbling to himself about how Ontario did always remind him of England.

Once the door had closed behind Ireland, Ontario wheeled around to glare lightly at Quebec. Quebec just sighed in response and went to go take a seat in his living room, not caring that Ontario followed after him. "What the hell was that?" Ontario demanded, crossing his arms and staring down at the now sitting Quebec.

In response, Quebec just sighed and cradled his head in one hand, looking up at Ontario with a bored expression. "That." He began, stressing the word to show his irritation. "Was you ruining a visit I was having with a friend of mine by simply showing up."

"Friend!" Ontario repeated, snorting in disbelief. "Like hell that's what it was. Everyone knows that you and Ireland were more than just 'friends'. Lemme guess, he was really over here for just a quick-"

"No." Quebec quickly interrupted, glaring lightly in irritation. "That's not what he was here for. And even if it was, why would it matter to you?" He asked him. When Ontario couldn't respond and instead just flushed and spluttered random gibberish, Quebec smirked lightly. "T'es jaloux?" Ontario flushed even more. He was about to object when the sound of the doorbell ringing cut him off. Not bothering to acknowledge him anymore, Quebec pushed himself up to his feet and headed over to the door. He pulled it open, and Ontario watched as he paused for a moment in surprise. "Italy?"

"Ciao, Quebec!" The cheerful nation greeted, throwing his arms around Quebec and giving him a tight hug. When the small nation pulled away, Quebec sent him a small smile and asked why he was here. "Well, I came to come and check on my people that came to live over here!" The Italian explained. "Romano seemed a bit worried about them for some reason, but when I suggested that he come check on them, he got mad and started to choke me. So I came to check on them myself and figured, well, I might as well come and visit you!" He concluded, smiling cheerfully. It was at this point that Italy finally seemed to notice the other province as well. Turning to Ontario, he smiled and waved. "Ciao!"

Ontario said nothing in response and just stared at the nation. Quebec, sensing the awkward situation that was about to happen, coughed loudly, bringing Italy's attention back to him. "Hey, Italy, why don't you go in the kitchen and make some pasta? I haven't been up to Quebec City in a while to have some." Italy's face lit up with excitement at the idea of making pasta and, after nodding his agreement, he quickly sprinted off into the kitchen and began cooking.

Ontario waited for the sounds of clanging pots and pans to become loud enough before he talked. "Two? Two in one damn day? God, you're just as bad as BC with her games!" he shouted, quietly enough so that the Italian didn't hear him. "I can understand one, but two? Are you so damn needy?"

"Technically..." Quebec interrupted boredly, walking over to Ontario casually. "If we count the way you're thinking, four. That idiot neighbor of ours to the south and South America."

"Four!" Ontario shrieked, but managed to contain it just enough. "Four! God damn, I know that you Frenchies are slutty perverts but four?  And you say us English are bad, I don't have-"

Ontario's ranting was cut off when Quebec abruptly grabbed his chin and turned his face towards his. Ontario stared in confusion for a moment before Quebec's lips crashed against his. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could calm himself and react, Quebec was already pulling away. "That should be enough to calm you down." He mumbled, more to himself than Ontario. "Now, before you go around spreading your stupid rumors, I am not sleeping with Ireland. Nor Italy.  Definitely not America, and a no to South America as well." He paused a moment to smirk ever so lightly. "You have nothing to be jealous about, so stop panicking so much."

"J-Jealous!" Ontario repeated a blush on his cheeks and stutter in his voice. "Wh-why would I be jealous of any of them, eh? I h-hate you! I don't care who the hell you're getting aids from, as long as it isn't me!"

Quebec made a slight face at the aids comment, but chose not to respond to his dramatic ex's ramblings. "Of course you hate me." He replied. "Of course. But come on, I'm hungry and there's a kitchen smelling like delicious pasta nearby." He let go of Ontario's face and started walking towards said kitchen. When he noticed the blonde wasn't following him like he thought, Quebec looked over his shoulder at the other, who was still rooted in place and blushing lightly. He let out a small sigh. "If it makes you feel any better." He called quietly, attracting Ontario's attention. "You were better than any of them." he admitted before walking into the kitchen with Italy.

A smile crossed Ontario's face as his expression lit up from the sudden and rare confession. He was about to let out another boastful statement about the CN Tower when he realized something that made him pause and blink stupidly. "Wait...so you are sleeping with them!"