This is basically a bunch of short ficlets of America/Alfred and Canada/Matthew. These ficlets will be rated between K-T. Occasional mentions of yaoi. This mostly shows them in more of their teenage years so it's an AU fic. They go by their real names. Each chapter usually have nothing to do with each other. Every once in a while, I might make them relate. To further explain, "Papa" is France/Francis and "Dad" is England/Arthur.
Pairings: Hinted UsCan(AmericaxCanada) and FrUk(FrancexEngland)
Rating: K+
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Hetalia series.
Wakeup Call
"Mattie! Mattie, Mattie, Mattie!" That was the first thing the younger twin, Matthew, had heard that morning. He became rather used to the nickname he had been given, but when it was seven in the morning on a Saturday, just about anything can irritating. What was Alfred doing up this early in the morning anyway? Usually he loathed getting up early, and Arthur had to fight to get him up. Said boy was now at a sort of tug-of-war with his twin, for the blanket.
"Ugh… Alfred, it's 7 a.m. What do you want?" The younger of the two slurred sleepily. Matthew honestly wasn't one to complain about waking up in the early hours, but when it comes to the weekend, he'd rather not be disturbed.
"Come piss off Ivan's sister with me! Alfred exclaimed loudly.
"Natalya?" Matthew slurred nervously. Admittedly, he found Natalya scary. Who wouldn't? Even Ivan did himself. Matthew knew better than to get on Natalya's bad side. Especially when she didn't necessarily like either of them. More so Alfred than Matthew.
"Well, duh dude! It's so much fun to make her mad! I bet she'll be even more pissed when she's tired," Alfred cheered, letting go of the blanket. Matthew groaned and pulled the covers over his face.
"Maybe later, Al. Let me sleep…" Matthew whined slightly. Alfred became silent, but Matthew knew better than to think that he had given up. 'Giving up' was not in Alfred's vocabulary. Alfred quietly went over to the side of Matthew's bed. He brought his face about an inch away from Matthew's.
"Papa's coming."
"Hn… That's great…"
"He's gonna come teach you how to kiss."
"This is nothing new…"
"He's gonna make you practice on me."
"What?!"
And with that, Matthew jumped up from his spot, falling from his bed. His head had hit the nightstand on his way down. Alfred showed brief concern for his younger twin, until he sat up, rubbing his head slightly. He was fine. Alfred giggled slightly as Matthew looked up at him irritated.
"Oh, good! You're up!" Alfred said somewhat sarcastically. He tossed Matthew a red sweatshirt and his glasses, which Matthew caught rather clumsily. "Now get dressed so we can set this plan into action!"
"Well, we can set it into action in about an hour," the younger twin said as he tossed the sweatshirt to the side and placed his glasses on the stand. He crawled back into bed still cradling his head.
The older of the two pouted slightly. "You're no fun, Mattie," he said as he padded over to his side of their bedroom. Matthew sears he'll forever relish the day he gets his own room. Sitting up in his bed, Alfred switched on his DS. "If you thought what I gave you was a rude awakening, just wait until dad finds out what happened to the living room."
Matthew nervously turned around to face his older brother. Arthur being mad is probably the worst wakeup call possible. He's not exactly a morning person to begin with. "W-What happened to the living room exactly…?"
"Matthew! Alfred! You two gits better get down here right now!"