Two nations sat at a table outside by a cafe. One had a sandwich and a cup of tea, while the other had several donuts and a mug of coffee. The sun was shining particularly bright this spring afternoon.

The longer haired nation took a bite from his sandwich, staring at a flock of birds soaring through the sky above.

"Can- I mean, Mattie," The nation across from him began; his mouth full. He had almost forgotten not to call his brother by his nation name in public. It wasn't particularly bad, but people gave them strange looks when they heard someone referred to as a place rather than a person.

"Please swallow your food first before you choke, Alfred," he scolded; exasperated.

Alfred rolled his blue eyes at his brother and obeyed before continuing. "I have a," he struggled to find the right words before continuing. "I have a problem, kinda."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his tea. Canada was actually curious as to what his brother was blabbering about.

"Well, it's a person," Alfred admitted, scratching his head. "And I want you to help me."

Matthew's face fell. "What? Leave me out of your crazy ideas," he took another bite of his sandwich. Matthew watched in disgust as his brother shoved an entire donut in his mouth.

At least he swallowed before speaking this time. "I helped you get to know Prussia, so now you get to return the favor." Alfred gave his brother a smug look; his blue eyes sparkling.

Matthew's face lit up and his violet eyes widened, "What do you mean by 'return the favor'?"

Alfred's eyes darted around and Matthew smirked, leaning across the table to study him. "I mean, uh, not like a date or anything!" Alfred laughed, slapping the table harder than intended.

The impact caused the table to flip up and send their remaining food flying. Alfred barely dodged the food that flew his way. Several patrons near them turned to stare bewildered at the twins.

Alfred and Matthew blushed and apologized to the surrounding people for the mess.

Alfred grunted and fought the crooked metal of the table to get it back in place. Once finished, they paid their bill and apologized once again before scurrying away from the cafe's terrace. They only walked along the sidewalk in silence for a second before Matthew remembered something.

He pursed his lips. So, his brother had a crush on someone.

"Aw, who's the lucky someone, little brother?" Matthew leaned against Alfred, nudging him with his elbow.

"You're only technically older than me by, like, three days!" Alfred huffed and crossed his arms.

"You're avoiding the subject," Matthew teased, poking at Alfred's sensitive sides of his muscular physique. Canada briefly wondered how on Earth Alfred thought he was over-weight.

"H-hey!" Alfred yelped; leaping back and covering his sides. After glaring at his brother for the unwarranted attack, he leaned against the railing along the sidewalk. After a moment of silence, he sighed. "Fine. You really want to know?"

Matthew stood by him and awaited his answer. He gave his brother an eager nod, "Yes, tell me."

"If I tell you," Alfred warned, thrusting his index finger at his brother. "Then you have to help me." As Matthew opened his mouth, Alfred cut him off, "A-And you can't tell anyone!"

"Okay, okay," Matthew raised his hands defensively.

"...Promise?"

"Pinkie promise," Matthew extended his pinkie finger and Alfred did the same. Their fingers intertwined and they shook their hands; sealing the promise.

Alfred looked at the ground, his glasses slipping a little from gravity.

Matthew urged him on silently.

"It's Kiku!" Alfred blurted; a blush tinting his face as he kept his face tilted down.

There was silence for a moment. Then, Matthew lit up with realization, "Oh my gosh," he gushed and grabbed his brothers hands; clasping them together. "I knew it! I'll help you get a date with him!"

America stared back at those purple eyes; dumbfounded. "Y-you knew?! What do you mean you knew?"

"Well," Matthew began, turning away from Alfred to list off points on his fingers. "You talk about him constantly, you're with him all the time, you have similar interests, you get that stupid look on your face when you see him-"

Alfred interjected, "Hey I don't get a stupid look on my face."

"Yes you do, Al. You give him goo-goo eyes."

"No, that's you with Gilbert, Matt."

"I'm gonna get you a date," Canada proclaimed suddenly.

"No!" Alfred tugged at the fur on his bomber jacket. "That'll freak him out..."

Canada screwed up his face in concentration. How could he help his poor, lovesick brother? Japan is like a stray animal; easily startled by loud noises and sudden movements. He doesn't even seem to have any interest in a relationship. Not to mention the whole 'no touching' thing.

Combine that with being impossible to read, naive, and antisocial... And well, you've got quite the package.

Then there was America; he's loud, brash, naive, nosy, impulsive, and childish. Well, Canada had to admit that he was still young; they both are. And his brother doesn't really mean to be so... Difficult.

He has good qualities as well! The super-strength thing is pretty cool. And even though he can be conceited, he can be thoughtful too. He's energetic and cheerful. Plus, his child-like innocence is something to be admired.

The only way to go about this properly would be to slowly build up their relationship further; until the time to strike presented itself.

Although he was off-put by the sheer size of this mission, Canada turned and faced his brother once more with a bright grin.

"Let's do this."