Story Info: Lets see…there are warnings of brotherly affection. Main pairings include the usual: US x UK, Canada x France, Germany x Italy, etc, etc. And there's going to be some side Russia x US and Russia x Canada. =P There's swearing, violence, and torture in the future. Ummm...And the North American brothers are insane, personality wise so Alfred will most likely not be yelling out "Hero" in this story.
Summary: When the North American twins aren't raised by society, but instead survive in the wild, history does not go according to plans. Now, the two are considered the world's greatest threat as they target and kill any and every world leader of the world. Its up to the personified nations to locate these brothers and capture them, before they turn their interest onto them.
Sidenote: Italics symbolize thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!
Meet the Twins
Somewhere in Canada – 1:30 p.m.
Deep in the uncharted lands of Canada, a white polar bear prowled in the bushes, searching for a meal. From above, Kumajiro heard the vicious shriek of a raptor, followed by the strangled cry of a dying song bird. Leave it to that damn eagle to tease him and his fruitless endeavors at finding a decent snack. Was it his fault that he was more adapted to hunting in frozen waters, rather than a God-forsaken forest in the epicenter of wild Canada? As if in response to his mental thoughts Kumijaro noticed from his peripheral vision, a few bloody feathers innocently landing onto his shoulders. If it wasn't for the eagles wings, Kumajiro wouldn't mind chewing on the remains of a decapitated raptor. Ahh…but then he would have to face a very pissed off American. And then Matthew would make it worse by letting him starve for a week. That arrogant oversized bird irritated the polar bear on more than one occasions but his death would bring too many consequences. So, without further thoughts, Kumijaro abandoned the bushes, swallowed his pride, and padded towards the inviting cabin behind him; all the while, ignoring the intense stare of a bald eagle feasting on a mangled corpse.
My God! How long could these guys sleep in a day?
Nudging passed a miniature kitchen and a cozy living room, Kumijaro barged open the door that hid two identical blonds from the raging world and the chaos that consumed it. Heavy sleepers huh?
Since Kumijaro was a 2 ton polar bear and the door weighted less then 50 pounds, the sound of wood crashing into wood was equivalent to a stick of dynamite blowing up.
Looks like direct contact with his owner was needed, when the sound of their door blowing up, was not enough to even rouse the young men. A few steps passed splintering wood and Kumijaro languidly approached the bed and placed his head on his masters face. Again, size really matters in these situations. A really big bear placing his compact furry throat on the boys face, at some point, forced the peaceful sleeper into full out panic as he woke up to utter darkness and no oxygen. Arms flailed wildly in every direction before the brain registered that the hands could serve useful in removing the obstruction of air to his lungs. One forceful push and Kumijaro's head landed on the lap of the panting blond, his eyes searching his owner's eyes for any indication of lunch coming soon.
"Mattie!" Lean bare arms fretfully shook the slumbering twin. "Your bear tried to kill me again!"
Ops. Wrong person.
Still suffering from his panic attack, Alfred failed to realize that the force of his "nudging" was sending Matthew towards the end of the bed.
Until he fell.
A timid yelp was heard from below before Matthew's head peaked from the opposite side of the bed, hand gingerly rubbing the spot where his head met the wooden floor.
"Alfred! Whad ya do that for?"
Gosh, when people say identical, they really mean, IDENTICAL! Ok, take mental note! Owner sleeps on the left side of the bed.
"Your bear started it Mattie!" A long pale finger was pointed accusingly at Kumijaro lounging his head on Alfred's lap. "He tried to smoother me in my sleep. AGAIN!"
A pointed look from the Canadian was sent in the bear's direction, eyebrows crunching together in thought.
Am I getting lunch soon?
His hand stretched forward and patted the bear, as Matthew's face broke out into a grin. "Good boy, Kumijara. But next time, make sure you leave enough pressure to where Alfred can't remove your head."
His twin gawked in horror.
"Mattie! How could you! If you really wanted to kill me, why not just put a gun to the back of my head when I'm enjoying your pancakes? I'll never see it coming! Or even the pancakes themselves can kill me! Just plant a pretty piece of cyanide in there and I'm on my way to see death." During his rant, Alfred used multiple gestures to convey his hurt feelings, frequently stabbing his index finger towards his head and using an invisible fork to eat nonexistent pancakes.
"Alfred! Calm down! It was a joke. I was kid-ing!" Matthew removed his hand from his pets head and made a grab for Alfred's self-destructive hands. His twin really could be dramatic sometimes. Refraining his hands from implying anymore creative ways of dying, Matthew used Alfred's weight as an anchor to drag himself back into bed.
Like Alfred would get over that joke so easily.
He pouted childishly and glanced his eyes away from his brother's worried gaze. "I don't believe you..."
Alfred and his games…Might as well act his part.
Leaning more closely towards his brother, Matthew lightly touched his lips near his twin's ear and whispered playfully. "Oh, come on Al. Can you really stay mad at me?" Trailing down his jaw Matthew halted near his lips and gently pulled his twin's body towards him, aiming to get his mirror within lips reach.
Damn! Did Mattie know how to play him well, or what?
Pout shifting into a grin, Alfred turned to face the blonde and allowed him to leave a quick, yet sincere peck on the lips. Matthew tightened his grip on his brother's hands before pulling him into a full out bear hug, arms almost squeezing the life out of the American. The atmosphere became solemn with his actions.
"Al." He mumbled. "You know just as much as I do that if anything ever happened to you, and you had to walk the road to death's door, that I won't be far behind from you. And you would do the same for me…"
"Of course I would!" Alfred wrapped his arms around his brother's figure and strengthened his side of the embrace. "Why else would we have made that blood oath so long ago?"
No response came as both brothers stood in their embrace for a minute, enjoying the presence of each other. That is, until a low rumble to their side reminded them of a very hungry and sadly ignored polar bear. His eyes glared at them silently.
Food now. Cuddle later.
Both of them broke out into uncontrollable laughter, their bodies crashing into one another in joined amusement.
You people are inhumane. Laughing at me as I slowly starve to death…
The sound of crunching wood brought back their attention to the bear exiting the room. Both brothers stretched their heads in the direction where the door used to be. "What? …Seriously Kuma-whata? You broke the door…again." Alfred crawled over his twin to get a better look at the heap of leftover wood pieces, then proceeded to slip out of bed. Matthew just stared at where the door once was, now just some feeble hinges swayed back and forth.
"Hey Matt! I think you should consider designing a doggie door for Kuma-whata. That way, I don't have to build a new door every hour." His hands rummaged through the leftover pieces, his brain trying to comprehend how wood could disintegrate so readily in his palm.
Not sure if it was his brother's voice or his growling stomach that shook him out of his trance, Matthew closed his eyes and sighed. "Let's deal with that later Al. Right now, I'm hungry for breakfast."
"But it's 1:45 in the afternoon."
"So?"
"So? Let's have hamburgers instead!" A brilliant smile from the wooden floor prevented the younger twin from disagreeing with him this time, and submitted to the suggested choice of menu. He left his older brother to whatever scheme he was planning with their dead door and ambled into the kitchen where Kumajiro eagerly awaited his appearance.
Finally! Food!
Opening the door of a tall white fridge, Matthew buried his head in the top freezer, hunting down any sign of meat. "Hey brother?" Came the muffled voice of the blond in the kitchen. "I think we're going to have to go hunting again. There's no meat left."
In reply, blurred curses echoed from the boy's bedroom.
"-uck this shit!" Stomps came from the bedroom and stopped when Matthew closed the freezer's door to find his brother's upset hidden behind.
"Are you angry at our non-existent door or the fact that we're not eating hamburgers today?" The calmer twin raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"Both!"
"Oh Alfred. What's the big deal? You love to hunt, remember?"
"No! No more moose meat! Or caribou. I want my favorite! The one you can only find down south!"
Eyebrows knitted in slight annoyance. "Brother. I don't think that's in our best interest when-"
"But Maaaatttie. I DON'T WANT THE MEAT HERE."
Well…here came the arguments again. The American's twin narrowed his eyes and took a defensive stance, arms crossing his chest and preparing for a long battle. In a strong voice he chided. "Alfred."
"Don't Alfred me! I'm not a kid, ok? I'm an adult so start treating me like one!"
"Well, you sure act like a kid! Throwing tantrums when you don't get your way... Adults don't DO THAT!"
"I think any sane ADULT would do that if they were stuck eating the same food for a month now."
"You said you liked eating my pancakes!"
"Yeah, I do. For a week. But a month! Come on, bro! And have you seen that we're running out of supplies? We need to-"
"Why is going down south your sole purpose all of a sudden?" Doesn't he realize that it's not safe over there!
Alfred's eyes widened and his head turned to the side, his voice lost temporarily. He hesitated before continuing in a hushed tone. "…I'm home sick."
Matthew had to choke back on any bitter remarks lingering on his tongue, regret flooding through him for not noticing Alfred's longing. How could he be so heartless to not see his brother silently suffering? And he was right. Any sane person WOULD start to get sick of the same food everyday…
Hoping to make amends for his thoughtless opinions he embraced his downcast brother. "I'm sorry Alfred. I was being an ass and had no right to attack you like that."
The hug remained one-sided.
Alright, time to use the last resort. "And you were…right. About eating the same meal everyday. We'll go down south tomorrow for a short vacation."
Arms shyly wrapped around the Canadian and reassured him that he was forgiven. Stifled mumbles crept into his ears. "I told you so."
It was a miracle that Mattie had learned how to understand his brothers muffled replies, since his reply would have sounded like "Eye 'old ou o", to any other person. Finally remembering why they were in the kitchen the brothers released one another and found Kumajiro raiding the fridge.
How could the world's greatest threat be these two idiots when they were constantly hugging one another like emotional girls? Thought Kumajiro. It baffled him how these two had survived for so long when one of them was constantly breaking down every hour and only hugs could make it better. Psh! Assassins these days.
"Kumakiro. Are you hungry?"
Yes! For fucks sake, YES! He was losing ten pounds every minute when he was deprived of nourishment!
"Hmmm. I think you should put you bear on a diet. He's looking a little chunky there." Alfred pointed a finger near Kumajiro's gut.
A murderous stare was sent at the childish young man.
I'll kill you in your sleep tonight. I really will.
"See? His eyes are just begging, Feed me more veggies and less meat"
How in the hell could this stupid blond understand an incompetent eagle, yet, not understand when a starving polar bear was sending him homicidal vibes?
"Umm. Al? I think you should leave Kumaro alone. Your sort of irritating him."
Your DAMN right he's "irritating" me!
Shoulders shrugged in a carefree manner. "Whatever you say bro. I'm going to start packing our stuff." He started walking towards their bedroom.
"Ok. But I'm going to make pancakes!"
The retreating twin slowly turned his head sideways and blankly stared at him.
"Today is the last day! I promise. After this, no more pancakes!" Matthew crossed his arms in an X shape to emphasize the absence of pancakes after today. His brother just dropped his eyes in boredom and pouted before disappearing into their doorless bedroom.
"Gosh, that was close…" His eyes searched the kitchen until registering his blurred vision. Whether by twin connection or mere coincidence, Alfred materialized behind his brothers back and silently placed his glasses into his open hand.
"Thought you might need these." He walked back to their room to continue packing, completely unaware of Matthew's silent heart attack.
Damn him and his stealth!
In the Living Room – 2:30 p.m.
Sometime after Matthew had finished cooking and both brothers were fully clothed, they sat in the living room eating pancakes while ignoring the world news of BBC network. Its not like they didn't know what was happening right now.
"Hey bro. Wouldn't life be better if we could just walk around in our boxers? You know, like when we go to sleep." Alfred grinned awkwardly after he stuffed half his mouth with pancakes.
"Al, that's unsanitary." His grin grew, only to reveal bits and chunks of pancakes, before Matthew shoved his face away with his free hand. "Your such an idiot."
A couple more chews and Alfred swallowed his food, eager to respond. "But you love this idiot!"
His brother rolled his eyes. "Well, they do say love is blind…" However, his twin silenced any further speech as he shoved a fork full of maple-drowned pancakes into Mattie's throat. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. If it floats your boat." The hackings of a suffocating Canadian stirred little interest in Alfred as he smiled innocently at his changing colors. He then slammed his hand onto his brother's back once he noticed that Matthew was desperately clawing at his throat.
With the pancakes mission over, they dislodged from his throat and safely cruised on down to his stomach, never to be seen again.
"A-A-AL!" His voice was hoarse and strained. "You fucking asshole! You could have killed me there!" His brother smiled stupidly.
"Your alive, aren't you? Like dying by pancakes hand is the worst death ever. I thought it was your dream to die that way?"
Enraged by his brothers insensitivity, Matthew rose from his couch and grabbed his shirt collar. Insults and inflammatory comments failed to rustle the boys attention. Alfred's eyes were unexpectedly trained on the flashing TV, ears keenly attuned to the sounds from the box and perfectly blocking out any death threats.
"We are back on the scene in Barcelona, Spain, where just last night, the world welcomed the nation's newest leader, only to witness his assassination on live television. This heinous assault on a world leader is just one of many brazen attacks on all figure heads, by the unknown team of two assassins. We start off-"
Anymore information was distorted by Matthew's rage as he fiercely shook his brother for attention. "Listen to me, DAMN IT!" The shaking increased until Alfred could almost feel his brain rattling against his skull, common sense making him cry out Uncle.
"O.K! I'm, sor-ry! Now-watch-the-news!" He said in his broken speech.
"I don't give a shit! The news is always talking about us!" The shaking had stopped but Matthew did not release his grip on his brother's shirt.
"I know that! But there're talking bout last night! Don't you want to see how things are going?" Interest clicked onto the Canadians face, hands dropping his dizzy brother back onto the couch and head turning to watch the new reporter. He settled back onto his seat as if any anger had never been present.
His brother was bipolar, Alfred was sure of it now.
The leftover pancakes stayed cold and abandoned, both brothers occupied with the chattering box.
"- its with this recent assassination on a political leader that the international bounty of these two has been raised to an unthinkable 3.5 trillion euros."
"Are they serious? Their wasting their time trying to encourage our capture with rewards." The younger twin stared coldly at the telly, arms crossed and frown carved onto his face. Alfred snorted at his brothers stern expression.
"I know, right? We'd sooner kill each other than allow any dumb ass nation to capture us!" Matthew's expression wavered until he smiled softly at his brothers jovial laugh.
Yeah…no matter what happened, they would always be there for each other. Until the very end…when death came to take them to the fiery pits of hell…they'll still be together. Holding hands all the way.
Exiting his mental thoughts Matthew turned to his twin and was surprised by the dramatic changes in his posture. He had stopped laughing and had his hands balled up tightly. His legs and arms were stiff. His jaw, locked like nothing in the world would be able to open it. Matt shifted his attention back to the new caster, sensing it as Alfred's main source of discomfort.
The scene had changed to the main reporter at their headquarters, he was currently discussing their latest stunt to another fellow on the phone. Judging by his accent Matthew would say he was…Australian? No, no. It's more pronounced, like…British? Yes! He's British! But what other reason did his brother have to react to the voice so aggressively, as if preparing to attack?
"Can you evaluate more on the precautions that the British Intelligence are planning to take after the recent assassination?" Hesitation rang on the other line before the voice responded.
"I am sorry to say I cannot very well disclose that information at the moment." More hesitation.
"…But I can say this to the two assassins who committed this crime. Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, I promise you this, that one day, you will be caught and will be held accountable to the highest court, for your crimes against humanity."
Silence from the brothers.
"Do not believe for a moment that one death committed by the any of your kind, shall be forgotten, or that the chain of events unleashed by both of you shall be seen as mere coincidence. Only luck has been on your side this far, but soon enough, Fate will bring your world to a horrific end, and finally, the world may rest and be at peace with your eradication."
A crunching sound distracted Matthew from the TV, his eyes traveled to Alfred where a helpless remote control was caving in on itself from the added inhuman pressure of his grip.
"Is this your opinion Mr. Kirkland? Or are you speaking for the agency?"
"…It's neither." Came the cold reply. "I am simply speaking for the whole world and the atrocities it has faced in the past decades because of these assassins." At the word "assassins" the voice spat it out like it was hemlock. Back to the main reporter, he thanked Mr. Kirkland for his "opinion" and was about to continue with other news when an airborne object hurtled passed the television, barely impacting the top edge and colliding with great force, the wall opposite to Alfred.
"This is BULLSHIT! Matt! We need to find this guy and silence him for good. Its people like him, with their idea of proper justice that need to be found dead near the sewers!" Body prepared for action, Alfred was standing up and searching his person for his hand gun. All he needed was one bullet and that arrogant voice to appear in person, so he could send the bastard on his way to meet death in person.
Matthew quietly stood and stretched towards the TV, his hand finding the off button and silencing the incessant squawks of new voices mindlessly sharing how they agreed with the previous speaker and why. It was time for Matthew to be Alfred's voice of reason.
"Brother," He placed his hand on his shoulder in hopes of quelling his fury and distracting him from finding his gun. "How do you plan on finding one person who just shared what the rest of the world is thinking?" Alfred slowed his actions, long enough to glance at his brother.
"Easy! I've got you to help me with that. You can locate anyone in this world!"
"Al, I'm not going to waste my time looking for a nobody. And why are you so determined to find this specific person?"
"Because!" He halted his movement and considered his true reason for this unnatural loath of somebody he's never met. Why did he need to find this person?
He looked his brother in the eye and spoke in a hushed tone. "There's…there's something about that voice. Something I don't like…" Sense finally kicking in, Alfred dropped himself onto his couch, energy long gone with his temper.
"Alfred? Are you ok?"
"…Yeah." Alfred weakly smiled up at his standing brother, thankful to any God that hadn't damned them, for giving him such a caring, kind brother. Leave it to Matthew to be the voice of reason.
He lazily patted the seat next to him, indicating that his brother should sit next down next to him. Obediently sitting on the directed cushion, Matthew moved to face his brother…who then pulled his chin towards his face to meet their lips. Caught off guard, the Canadian twin didn't have enough time to reciprocate the kiss. As quickly as it started, Alfred broke the kiss and held his brother at arms length, a silly grin on his face.
"You really put a lot of maple in your pancakes. I mean seriously! It's like, I might as well have smooched a bottle of maple syrup!"
Alfred really knew how to kill the mood right away…
"Idiot."
"I love you too Mattie!"
In the corner of the living room, sat a mass of white fur, intently observing the twins and their previous interactions.
If I were a human, I'm positive I could make millions off of these two. Maybe sell the footage to people in Japan. I heard rumors that there're into this kind of stuff.
Oh look! They're finally not molesting each other anymore…
The two boys in question were currently trying to figure out where their cold leftover pancakes had disappeared to. "Did you eat all my pancakes Alfred?"
"What! No! I still had some on my plate too!"
As if Kumajiro would allow those fluffy clouds of heaven go to waste. He unconsciously licked his muzzle before drifting off to sleep, hunger sated and mind taking a break from the twins mischief.
In the bedroom – 3:10 p.m.
Their necessary items were packed and ready but both blonds stood silently staring at the motionless baggage.
"What are we forgetting Mattie? I know it's something…but WHAT!"
"Your guess is as good as mines Al." They both searched their clothing and pockets, hoping to silence the tiny voice in their heads that warned them of skipping something important. The taller of the two turned his head towards the wall opposite to their bed, his blue eyes trailing to the only door left in their room. Alfred's eyes widened, his hand enthusiastically grabbing Matthew's while pointing to their answer.
"That's what we forgot! We forgot to update our schedule!" He beamed at his brother like a dog who had just brought a shot duck to his master. He skipped passed the door he flung open and dragged his brother along into the room. How excited Alfred appeared as he continuously bounced on the balls of his feet. Matthew, on the other hand, strolled passed his brother and sat calmly at his computer chair.
All around the room hung maps upon detailed maps of every nation, certain areas circled and others crossed out. Lining the three walls were tables buried under multiple computers, countless papers and unlabeled flash drives. Graceful fingers danced over the keyboard and typed a series of codes into the current program, meanwhile, Alfred grinned at his brothers back. Head tilting left and right, almost childlike, the louder twin placed his hands onto Matthews shoulders.
"Did you put it in yet?" A few more typed numbers and the chair spun around once Alfred released his grip, a smirk planted on the seated figures face.
"Yes Alfred. I take it you want to do the honor-" Arm lunging passed the twin, his brother pressed the usual key that recorded the death of, yet, another figure head.
"Now comes the fun part," said the calmer twin.
"Right you are bro!" And like that, Alfred dashed to the map covered walls, taking delight in examining every nation and the targets they offered. His index finger skimmed through the world map, slightly lingering on the lands below Canada, before returning to his search.
"Greece! How bout Greece?" Matthew who had returned to his computer scrolled through several bright pages, eyes scanning for Greece's current situation.
"Nope. Sorry, but they still haven't even started to bring up elections, let alone mention any candidates."
"Awww... Fine!" He continued to move his finger through the map and passed by Italy who had a bright red circle around it.
Italy…
His eyes narrowed while his mind drifted to darker thoughts. Oh, how he will enjoy the day he sees the Italian country fall under anarchy. Out of all the nations, the twins constantly targeted their religious nation the most. They still had no leader in the government either. The only reason they managed to maintain some sense of order was because the church was always there to pick up the remains and cry out that God would save them all. Fucking Italians and their religion!
"Hey, I got an idea. How about we promote ourselves to a greater variety of figure heads?" Matthew leaned his head back and peeked at his brothers face from his seat, smile barely visible.
"Let me guess. Your thinking about religion, huh?"
"Well yeah. Religion is the next best target-" Suddenly, an idea hit him as Alfred recounted the BBC news from earlier. Why hadn't they thought of this before! Using all his discipline to remain calm, which wasn't much, Alfred turned his brother around to face him.
"Matthew!"
Oh…he called me by my full first name. His American counterpart had something to propose and Matthew had a feeling he was going to enjoy this new "project."
"When we get the chance, lets take out the United Kingdoms monarchy!"
Yup, his brother sure shot for the stars…
"The whole family! Leave nobody behind!"
And flung himself into a black hole.
"You sure your up to this?"
"Only if you can keep up."
So it was a challenge he wanted, huh? A chuckle escaped from Matthew, his legs turning the chair back to his computer and clicking away at the keyboard. Despite his brothers mocking chuckle, Alfred grinned fondly at his nerdy brother.
Hasn't this always been their assigned roles? Since their childhood, Alfred was the brawns while Matthew was the brains. Any computer in the world would easily be hacked by his brother, The only thing Alfred could ever claim to be good at was placing a hole in someone's forehead. And practically anyone could do that with sharp eyes and maybe a little luck.
"Looks like…" Alfred leaned over his brothers chair to try and decode what he was reading. "Yup. The British Intelligence members have "secretly" added extra protection to the Queen and their family."
"How much we talking?"
"Let's just say this. We have better luck of tripping into a pit that leads straight to hell then even getting within the perimeter of her room."
"Aerial attack?"
"They'll shot us down before we pass the city."
A whistle from Alfred emphasized the sheer danger and life-threatening situation that came with this suggested task.
"You ready to infiltrate the United Kingdom Mattie?" At the word "United Kingdom" Alfred pointed his nose into the air in a mocking manner of the British and their culture. His twin just giggled in reply before speaking. "Just try not to slow me down."
"You are SO on!" Italy could wait till later.
"Oh! But…"
"What do you mean, But!"
"We are going to have to give this mission some time. You know, assess the situation, obtain blueprints to their dwellings; all the usual."
A sigh left the American's lips who looked back to the maps. "Alright then. Can we do a side mission while we wait?"
"If the country has a leader, than sure."
A small smile returned to Alfred's face and then stared at the maps determinedly. He closed his eyes, spun around three times and slammed his finger onto the wall that hung a world map. He opened his eyes to the chosen nation. "Australia?"
A few taps before, "They've had their prime minister for about a month already."
"Great! Than Australia it is!"
The key board chattered lightly. "Ok. It's official now."
Alfred beamed when his twin spun around to greet him with a peck on the cheek, yet, he nervously itched his head when a question came to mind.
"But…the mission is after our vacation…right?" Uncertainty laced his voice.
How cute, though Matthew. He slung an arm around his brother's shoulder and led him out of their "Fun Room."
"No brother. I'm just going to send you straight to Australia, naked with a sign that says, I'm one of the assassins." Alfred pouted in return at his brothers chuckling.
"Not funny."
A slight wipe of his eye and the younger twin calmed down. "Yes. We're going AFTER our vacation." Then another important idea crosses his mind. "Oh, right!"
"Hmm?"
Seriousness depriving his brothers face of any previous happiness, he turned to face Alfred.
"Another thing we need to look more into is the existence of personified nation and exactly what we can do with them." Alfred stared at him before grinning.
"Right. If we can take them out, maybe humans will die with them. The only problem is how can you kill a nation?" Both of them stopped in thought at the doorless side of the room, until it was silently accepted that the question was best answered another time.
As Matthew strolled towards the kitchen and began to clean the dishes, Alfred glanced at the closed door before re-entering the room. He walked up to the map of Canada and stared dimly at the lands below, face empty of expression.
Mattie had a good reason to ask why I wanted to go home. Its especially dangerous to go south, but I'm pretty sure our latest mission should be enough to keep everyone busy and distract the usual hordes of criminals. And its not like anyone knows we're the assassins, let alone has a picture or ID to us. For all anyone knows, me and Matthew are just your regular criminals trying to survive off of everyone else's misery. Me and him can take care of ourselves easy!
And I do know the land like the back of my hand. Just another advantage to our trip down south.
Mind set at peace, Alfred slowly placed his hand on the map and, at last, smiled. He was finally going home. To the lands of what was, at one time, known as the United States of America…
Gosh…I seriously feel like I made Alfred into a girl. =.= I promise everyone that he's only like this with his brother around. If he's with random strangers he's usually…cheerful. And I mean like Russia's "I'm going to laugh as you die" cheerful.
Next Chapter: France and Spain agree that all the nations need to meet and discuss how to deal with these serial international killers. Matthew, back home, has a nightmare of his and his brother's past. And England is pissed at his intelligence agency.