America has always had his way of doing things. Sometimes it annoyed Canada, but sometimes it made him love the American even more. This was one of those days.
The two sat quietly that afternoon watching tv in silence, to Canada's amazement. Said Canadian began to get a little worried. It wasn't like the American to keep his mouth shut.
"Hey Alfred, are you alright?" He asked, turning to his brother who was next to him.
"Yeah, just feel a little sick, that's all." He replied, giving the Canadian a genuine smile. Canada only nodded.
The silence went on, making the room a bit awkward. 'Maybe football will make him speak.' The Canadian thought, flipping to the sports channel. Alfred's favorite team was losing, and he just sat there! Normally he would be cussing out the tv screen to the point of needing to be restrained. But he sat there... Quiet.
Finally, Matthew decided to just enjoy the rare silence. He closed his eyes in peace, the only sound was the cheering on the screen. Just as he was finally relaxed, Alfred began coughing.
"Al, are you alright?" The Canadian asked, turning to his brother in concern. He put his hand on Alfred's back, patting it gently.
"I-cu-I'm alright!" Alfred reassured. The Canadian relaxed, leaning back against the couch once more. He smiled lightly, enjoying the silence again. That is until Alfred started hacking louder this time.
"Alfred, are you getting sick?" The quiet man asked, eyebrows furrowed. The American couldn't find his words, coughing furiously. Suddenly out of no where, something flew out of his mouth and into his palm. Mathew struggled to see what it was but Alfred's fingers concealed its identity.
"Damn, the prizes in the cereal box keep getting weirder and weirder!" The American said, laughing at the Canadian who looked slightly horrified. The American moved his fingers, finally revealing the item.
A ring.
"Aren't there some words that go with this? Dude, it is like on the tip of my tongue but I can't think of it!" The American complained, shifting over, and falling off the couch with a thud.
"Well that's a start." He said to himself. "Ok ok, I think the first word starts with W." Alfred said, unable to hide his grin. The entire time the Canadian was in complete shock, a deep red blush covering his face. "Can you give me a hint, bro?" He asked, shifting to one knee. Out of complete frustration, the Canadian slapped him, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.
"I'm going to kill you, Alfred!" The Canadian screeched, near tears.
"Mathew, I love you. More than anything in the world. I don't have a doubt in my mind that you would ever leave me, but I want to make sure. Mathew Williams, will you marry me? Damn, you must have slapped me hard enough to stir my memory. Thanks bro!" The American laughed.
Unable to speak, Matthew threw his arms around Alfred and pulled him close, tears escaping the corner of his eyes. "Of course, Al." He whispered. Sometimes Alfred had a weird way of doing things, but it isn't always a bad thing, right?