Song: Look After You by The Fray
Pairing: AmeCan
Genre: Fluff. Slight Angst?
Rating: K, T?
Warnings: Incest-kinda?
Summary: Matthew and Alfred don't really have much, but they have each other; and they find that's all they really need.
A/N: So this 'Story' is basically just going to be a series of one-shots inspired by a song. The pairings will vary but I'll always mention it before the actual story. Feel free to suggest songs, or pairings! And please favourite, follow, and review as you see fit! Thank you!
Alfred pursed his lips together as he watched Matthew bandage up a recently received wound. It was just a simple scrape to the knee; something obviously earned by some careless footing nonetheless, knowing how clumsy the violet eyed Canadian could be -especially if something had him distracted.
The American stood up from his seat in one of their kitchen chairs, heaving himself onto his feet and using the momentum to propel himself towards the unsuspecting Canadian. "Mattie," Alfred's tone came out sounding harsh and scolding almost as how a mother would sound while reprehending a young child. "What did you do this time?" He asked, kneeling beside the blonde and brushing some of his curls out of his face, revealing the Northerner's fair, pale skin.
The smaller of the blonde's blinked up in surprise of the sudden closeness of the American. "O-oh..." He said, looking back down as if he were ashamed in his injury. "I just fell..." Matthew explained pasting an adhesive bandage over the skinned knee. "That's all." He insisted with a slight smile as he gazed up at the heroic nation.
A frown tugged the corners of the blue eyed American's lips down as he pulled the smaller nation into his arms. "Mattie... I told you: if you're going to fall, make sure it's only for me," he said against the Canadian's ear revelling in the shivers it sent down Matthew's spine.
"Al... I told you to stop being so cheesy~" the petite Canadian said with a chuckle as he turned to kiss his American's cheek.
Matthew was one of the only constant things in Alfred's life. Through all the ups and the downs, the good times an the bad, basically since the beginning, Matthew had always been there for Alfred.
Even in the journey when Alfred had lost himself to the world, Matthew was there. He had slowed everything down, bringing comfort to the American, calming him until he was able to find himself once more. If it weren't for Matthew, Alfred was certain he would've lost himself a long time ago.
Even better, Matthew gave him time. Any time Alfred found that he had slipped up, Matthew wouldn't point it out, wouldn't joke about it too much, instead he'd simply back up and give the American a moment to try and work things out himself, lending a bit of help if it seemed Alfred was in need of anything.
It was perfect, really. He was perfect, really.
In return, Alfred had made sure to always be there for Matthew, every heart break, every injury, every bit of trama or stress. If anything ever happened to the Canadian, no matter how little, Alfred would always be there to wrap his arms around him, pulling him closer and offering laughter and whispered compliments as a sort of medicine.
They were all each other had -not that they minded. It was really all the other needed anyway. They took care of each other, looking after one another, saving them from themselves when needed, and just offering the occasional bit moral support. They always had each other, and that was all they'd ever need to call wherever they found themselves 'home'.