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"Hey Matt!" Matthew Williams rotated slightly in his chair as the familiar voice – so very similar to his own – called him out, "We sorta match!" He moved his eyes down to the cloth hanging loosely from his twin's chest. It was a bright blue hoodie with the American flag printed on it. Alfred held his arms out spread-eagle as he strode forward, a huge grin on his face. Matt deadpanned. He was wearing the exact same style of hoodie, only red with the Canadian flag on it.

It had been a gift from Arthur. He got to his feet and met the other blonde halfway. He was met with a smile as Alfred brought his arms in towards his body in a kind of shrug.

"You like?" He couldn't reply, only take hold of the cloth and stretch it out to flatten it for a better view of the flag he saw mass produced each time he went for a visit. 13 stripes. 50 stars. 3 colors. Alfred waited, eventually dropping his arms and forcing his hands into his pocket. Recently, he'd put on a little weight – mostly in muscle, but whatever – and had become self-conscious about it. Matthew blink up at him.

"Where'd you get it, Al?" Alfred refused to meet the blue-violet stare, choosing to preoccupy himself with the seascape outside the window.

"Francis. I got off my flight and he forced it over my head." He began to pick at his sleeve then, getting bored.

"Funny, Arthur gave me mine. He called it a house warming present." At this, Alfred stared back at him. Arthur was always sour about loosing a colony – or Commonwealth – even peaceably. Call it a twin thing, but they both snapped their heads around to their former "big brothers".

Francis was flirting with Arthur, and the Brit was attempting to ignore the fact that he was enjoying it. Matthew growled in the back of his throat.

"Matt?"

"Eh?"

"Why would they give us matching hoodies with our flags on them?"

"It's not because they think it's cute for twins to dress alike." He continued glaring at the men as Alfred snickered beside him. He broke his glare as rose his eyebrow at Alfred, whom was holding up his iPhone. There was a picture of them when they were young, wearing matching nighties.

"We were cute though."

"You're a sentimental prick, you know that?"

"Hmm? Love you too Mattie. But seriously, whatcha thinkin'?"

"Something along the lines of them being terrible friends that can't tell us apart."

"Ditto." They both turned glares down at their hoodies and Alfred grinned wickedly, "Matt, switch hoodies with me."


A/N:

An RP-turned-Fic with my uke. We only got about half way through before sleep stole us both. I kept going the next day.

She seems happy that I'm posting it.

-RHT 3