Yes, its me again. Hello!
So, I've actually had this one typed up for a while, now. I first wrote it after watching an episode of the Rick Mercer Report. If you've never heard of him, then I feel bad for you. Go look him up, or something.
But, yeah. So, in the episode I saw that day, he explained who was in charge of Canada. I mean, who was really in charge. Didn't see it coming. Should have. It kinda made me feel stupid. XD
Anyways, here's your explanation, in Hetalia oneshot-format!
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, I'd be so much cooler than I am.
One snowy day at Matthew's house...
Alfred yawned, stretching out a bit on the nice warm sofa, television droning on the the background. He was so comfy. In fact, he might...just...
"Er...Alfred?"
One blue eye cracked open. Matthew stood in the doorway with an uncomfortable look on his face, a beer held in each hand.
"Wassup, Mattie?" Alfred mumbled.
"...Would you mind getting your feet off my new couch?" his brother asked, annoyance creeping into his voice.
America grinned, now fully awake.
"Okie-dokie!" he chirped, sliding his feet off the couch and scooting over to make more room.
Canada sighed, setting the two open beers on the coffee table before sitting in the newly cleared spot on the couch. He was pretty sure Alfred only came here to drink. After all, Alfred was still technically a minor in his country...why not come to his brother's to drink, and bother him at the same time.
Matthew shook his head, grabbing his beer. Why is it that no one actually came to visit him for fun? They always had to have some ulterior motive...oh. That's right. He'd nearly forgotten.
"Arthur called," he said bluntly.
Alfred was immediately alert. "Why?" he demanded.
Matthew shrugged. "The airport was closed down before he even arrived. He's on his way over here to wait out the storm. Which, by the way, you're going to have to do, too," he explained, switching the channel to CBC. He glanced out the window. "Its a real blizzard out there, eh?"
Alfred blinked, suddenly looking curious. Uh-oh. "Yeah...hey, Mattie?"
"Yeah..."
"...Who's in charge?"
Matthew blinked. "Pardon?"
"Who's in charge of Canada? Is it the...uh...Parliament-thing?" Alfred asked.
Canada blinked. This was kind of random. Then again, it was Alfred. "Well, no..."
"The Prime Minister?"
Matthew snorted. "Steven Harper? In charge? Where'd you get that idea?"
Alfred frowned. "But...who's in charge, then?"
There was a long pause, then Matthew blushed. Alfred sighed.
"...You don't know either, do you?"
"Shut up."
"That's what I thought."
Just then, the two heard the front door open and close, and they both shared an excited look before leaping to their feet.
"Arthur!"
England blinked, his coat and scarf already on the rack. He quickly side-stepped Alfred's tackle, not even bothering to watch him hit the door, and turned to Matthew.
"Well, hello to you too. What is it?" he asked calmly.
"Well..."Matthew began. "Alfred and I were wondering..."
"Who's in charge of Canada?" America cut in, having already recovered from his flying-tackle-fail.
Arthur blinked, again. "Well...your Head of State, of course," he replied, looking faintly amused. He seemed to think for a moment, before adding, "She's not usually around, though, so she usually has someone else doing her duties for her...but officially..."
Matthew and Alfred leaned in eagerly.
"Your Head of State is the queen of England."
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Well...I'll leave the reactions up to your imaginations. XD
I'm pretty sure that most Canadians already know this...but it was more fun to leave Matthew ignorant, too.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this. Thanks for reading! ^^