Canada/Ukraine (one of the few pairings I do ship... my OTP I guess you could say) Written from Canada's point of view. America, England and France make an appearance. Human names used.
Uggghhh, come on guys, I think to myself as I am rudely awakened by the sound of my brothers Arthur and Alfred fighting. Again. They do that a lot, you know.
"You little git," Arthur roared at Alfred, who was cackling like some weird cartoon character as he ran up the stairs. I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach. My head was pounding. I could hear Alfred running down the hall... Geez, he sounds like a herd of elephants when he runs like that.
Please don't come in here, Alfred, I think as his footsteps slow in front of my door. Unfortunately, Alfred couldn't read my thoughts and burst into my room.
"Mattyyyyyyyyy! Come on, dude, get up!" Alfred shouted at me as he started jumping on my bed. "Are you gonna sleep all day?"
"Alfred, please," I mumbled, rolling onto my back again and putting my hands on my forehead. "I have a really bad headache."
"Aww, Matty, I'm sorry," Alfred said. For a minute, I thought he was serious. That is, until he grabbed my foot and started tickling the bottom. I hate that... my feet are so ticklish.
"Alfred, stop," I snarled at him, pulling my foot away. He blinked and then stared at me for a minute.
"Whoa, Matty," Alfred said quietly. "You really don't feel good, do you?"
"No," I told him. I knew I sounded irritated, but I really didn't care either.
"I'm sorry, dude," he said again. "Seriously, I am..." He started to say something else, but he was interrupted by Arthur, who decided to join the party... to yell at Alfred, that is.
"You are such a plonker, you know that?" Arthur's face was so red it was almost purple.
Alfred glared at him. "Dude, Matty has a nasty headache," he said. Arthur stopped yelling and looked at me.
"Umm... sorry," Arthur muttered, looking embarrassed. He turned around and quickly walked away from my open door. Gee, thanks, I think to myself. God, they drive me nuts sometimes.
I love my brothers, I tell myself as I close my eyes again, I love my brothers...
For a few minutes, I forgot that Alfred was still sitting on the edge of my bed. It made me jump when he finally said something to me.
"Umm, Matty?" he ventured. "Do you need an aspirin or something?"
"Nah, Alfred, don't worry about it."
"You sure?" Alfred asked again. "I can get you one if you need it."
"Alfred..." What I really, really wanted was for him to go away.
"Sorry, Matty," Alfred said. "I just hate seeing my buddy not feeling well."
That made me feel a little guilty. "Thanks, Alfred," I told him, sitting up and squeezing his hand. "I'll be fine." Alfred can be obnoxious sometimes, but I know he really cares about me. And, he has always been there for me...
"I'll leave you alone now, Matty." Alfred reached over and hugged me quickly, then left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't, so I decided to get up. I went to the window and pulled back the curtains to look outside... it was raining.
"Of course," I said, sighing. Crappy weather. It was probably cold too. Oh well...
I got dressed and went downstairs, where Arthur was sitting and reading the paper. "Feeling any better, Matt?" he asked as I paused for a minute to wipe my glasses (they were so dirty I couldn't see out of them).
"Yeah," I replied, putting my glasses back on.
"Want some breakfast?" he asked, looking over the edge of his paper at me. Not really, I think. Arthur's a terrible cook. Trust me.
"No, thanks," I told him. "I'm going out for a while."
"In the rain?" he said.
"Yeah." I have my reasons.
"Okay, then," Arthur replied, going back to his paper. "Have fun."
I pulled up the hood of my coat and headed out.
I promise Ukraine will make her appearance soon... Matty's not a morning person, so he's a little slow getting going.