"Um… Alfred?"
The Canadian stared at the city in front of him. More specifically the building in front of him. It was, or had been, the parliament building. A glittering example of civilized, democratic government. It had been a lovely building; they'd commissioned a truly great (and expensive) architect to design it. It had been the pride of Canada.
And now it was in flames.
"Oh, Canada!" Alfred said with a grin, he looked back at the building, "Sorry about that. It's war though, so you know." He clapped his brother on the back, "You'll get over it. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some looting to do!"
Mathew watched as his brother walked, no. Walked was not the appropriate adjective. Mathew watch as his brother pranced off to the rest of the burning city to join the soldiers who were running around and terrorizing citizens.
This was it.
This was too much.
He was not going to take this. He was not going to take this. He had taken crap for Alfred for years. He'd taken the bullying, he'd taken the whole situation of being more or less ignored by their parents, he'd even taken what happened with Alaska, and Russia, all with a smile and a little laugh. But this? This? He burned down parliament, for Christ's sake! He couldn't just burn down parliament and expect to get away with it!
And he wouldn't.
Mathew stared at the burning building in front of him and clenched his fists.
He would not get away with this.
"Mathew!"
Alfred stared in horror at his capital city. He stared at his beautiful, white, house. He stared at his brother, who was laughing manically.
"What have you done?!"
The American gripped at his hair as he stared around his city, which was blazing like a bon fire.
The Canadian whipped around and pointed a finger at his brother, "THIS!" he yelled, "THIS IS REVENGE."
"You burned down my house!" Alfred cried.
"You burned down my parliament!"
Alfred stared at Mathew, who was grinning in a way that reminded him alarmingly of Ivan. He looked back at his burning house and watched as he boss fled like a small girl fled bullies. He looked back at his brother, and shook his head.
"But you burned down my house!"
Mathew stopped laughing, and grinning. He stared at Alfred for a long moment.
And then he punched him.