Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
A/N: Based on a tumblr post. I need a lot of help to improve my writing. I need to learn to like it, even though it's like pulling teeth out. Constructive criticism is appreciated!
"Dammit, I forgot the milk! I'll be right back, Mattie, 'kay? Then we can eat till our mouths bleed!" Alfred chirped, his fingers already fumbling for his keys.
The only sound of acknowledgement was a noncommittal hmph, his brother's full attention fixed on the night's hockey game.
With the click of the door, Mattie's mission began.
Seven boxes of Alfred's favorite cereal were laid out on the table, each with their own unique "yumminess" : Boo Berry, Crunch Berries, Lucky Charms, Raisin Bran, Count Chocula! A quick swipe of his thumb, and Mattie was in.
Quickly, Mattie harvested the marshmallows and berries, the coarse sugar causing the roof of his mouth to sting; yet, he knew he had to finish his mission. Leaving the last quarter of the box untouched, he resealed each box and placed them in their designated spot of Alfred's pantry.
"Mattie, Bro, I'm hooome~!" Alfred sang, tossing his keys. He turned and saw his brother still oblivious, his cheeks flushed red by a recent swear match with the televised referee. "Come on, Matt, take a break and let's go eat."
His brother made no effort to show he heard him. With a shrug, the American headed to the kitchen.
Alfred stared hungrily at his colorful horde, mouth watering at the thought of his Sugar Cereal Supreme. With near reverence, Alfred pulled each box off the shelf. They felt unnervingly light. A quick check told him the damn cereal industry had ripped him off again; whenever he wanted to dine on a good bowl of 'Charms, it seemed only the dust was left!
"Well, Matt, looks like we're eating pancakes tonight," Alfred sighed, defeated.
Mattie smiled, and got up.
Mission Complete.
I really want to learn how to write, so all help is greatly appreciated :D