Prologue

A frantically ringing doorbell awoke the nation from what he thought was a pretty good dream. Practically falling out of bed, he grabbed a pair of pants and rushed downstairs to see who thought it was ok to terrorize his doorbell at 1am. "A-Al? What're you—"

The older nation practically fell on top of him, half-stumbling through the doorway. "H-hey Mattie... I don't," (He stifled a cough) "Feel so well..."

"Huh? Alfred, we're nations! We can't get sick!" Canada pulled his brother to his feet.

"I know, but really dude, I just..." He allowed himself to cough this time, and much to Matthew's terror, spit up a bit of blood.

"O-oh my god, Al, w-we gotta get you to a doctor or something!" Panic suddenly filled Matthews face as Alfred simply stared at his hand where he had caught the blood. He looked up at Matt, who for the first time noted that not only was he kind of pale, but his eyes were... Off. At first he thought it was somehow the light, but then he remembered his brothers eyes were a very deep shade of blue. So, there was no way the lighting could make his eyes look red. "A-Al... Y-your eyes..." He stumbled back a bit, confusion and fear beginning to mix with the tiredness of being dragged out of bed by his doorbell. What was happening to his brother? America just kind of stood there for a minute, gazing at Canada with a rather blank look on his face.

"I'm... Kinda hungry..." The blank look on his face turned to a frightening glare as he began to approach his twin in a way that could only be described as shambling. Immediately, Matthews mind raced back to the zombie movie America had made them watch together just a few days before, and though it was a ridiculous idea, the terror in his mind pushed out all logical reasoning and he immediately concluded his brother had suddenly become one of the walking dead. He tried to run, but Alfred was both bigger and stronger than him and easily pinned him down.

"A-Al? Wh-what're you doing?" The American was hovering over him holding down his hands, slowly inching his head closer to Canadas neck. Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away in some vain attempt to make what was coming seem more like a dream, which is what he was slowly trying to convince himself of.

Then he felt America start biting at his ear. The action not only stirred Matthew's natural instincts to start pointlessly struggling, but he also couldn't help but blush a bit. "Al, stop! Don't do this!"

"Do you know what today is, Mattie?" America whispered in Canadas ear, mere centimeters away, and Canada could feel his brother's breath on his neck.

"W-what?"

"It's April first~" He practically sang the last line, but the creepy tone in his voice was still there. Matthew slowly opened his eyes to see Alfred grinning down at him mischievously, previous craziness all but gone. They stared at each other for a few minutes before Matthew finally pieced everything together.

"You... You HOSER!" He pushed the other nation off of him, Alfred rolling off to his side before laying flat on his back, collapsed into a laughing fit.

"YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE!" He roared, tears coming to his eyes.

"NOT. FUNNY. AL." Matthew stood, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring down at Alfred, who was still rolling around on the floor. He attempted holding back the urge to kick him in the ribcage... And ended up kicking him in the ribcage. He held back, though. He kind of felt like just stepping on him, but no matter how much of an ass his brother was, he couldn't really hurt him.

However, Matthew was pretty sure the somewhat feeble kick had done nothing but make him laugh even harder. When Alfred finally started to calm down, he sat up and rubbed the tears from his eyes. "Man, a pair of contacts and some fake blood and you go crazy! This was brilliant!" He straightened up a bit and, striking a bit of a pose, he continued, "Well, I guess that's a win for me this year, huh?"

"Well, I can say for sure now that there's no way I'm going to beat that..." Matthew was still mad, but he wasn't stupid. He knew there was nothing he could do to top that, especially since he had all but forgotten the date until about 5 minutes ago.

"AHA! So you admit defeat!" Alfred pumped his fist in the air, grinning characteristically. Matthew sighed, "Y'know, I'm gonna get you back next year. And it's gonna be way worse."
"HA, like you can beat that!"

"I will! It's get you so much worse! It'll be... Ten times worse! And you'll fall right for it!"

"Sure you will, bro. I always win!"

Author's Notes: I've actually had most of this written for forever, so I'm considering spamming most of the story up tonight. Hope you guys enjoy this one, I had tons of fun writing it.

Also, I know this is like the forth multi-chapter story I'm working on right now. Don't worry! I will not neglect Identical, or 2p, and I will finish Dare or Dare very soon! I promise! .