Author's Note: This is a collection of really random North American brothers drabbles. They'll most likely be humorous, because there is really WAY to much you can do with Mattie and Al. XD

"ALFIE~!"

"Oof! Matt, get off!"

Canada smiled at his brother and gave him a bear hug. "NOOOO~!"

"Ah! Seriously, Mattie, get off, you're heavy!"

"... Are you saying I'm fat?"

"What? No, you're larger than me! Duh!"

"Oh, yeah... Whoops! I forgot about our land mass differences!"

Canada happily clambered off of America (seemingly forgetting that their landmasses had nothing to do with their weight), letting the southern twin breathe. Then he began swaying on his feet and humming a strange melody.

"Uh... Mattie, are you high?"

"Nope! I'm drunk~!" Canada exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air in euphoria. "And I challenge you to a hockey match!"

America paused for a moment. "... Dude, you're drunk."

"Yep!" Canada nodded enthusiastically. "Let's play, brother mine!"

"... Can I say no?"

"NOPE~!"

And with that, America was dragged toward his doom.

Chapter 1: In which Canada gets drunk and challenges America to a hockey match.

This is not gonna end well...

"Mattie... Please no..." America said, basically crying as his brother forced him into protective gear.

"You can't say no!" Canada pouted, jumping up and down.

"Mattie... You're scary enough when you're not drunk and playing hockey! I really don't want to die!"

Canada frowned. "We can't die."

America facepalmed. "It was a figure of speech! Please, Mattie, can't you, I don't know, get the commie bastard to play with you?"

Canada's eyes immediately lit up, and America began to regret saying anything. "Great idea, Al! C'mon!"

Jumping up, Canada quickly dragged himself and a very, VERY reluctant America across the Gulf of Mexico to Cuba.

"THAT'S NOT THE COMMIE I MEANT!"

"Oh, I know~! But we can get both, can't we?"

America's expression at that particular instance of time is best described like so: QnQ

Heedless of his brother's expression, Canada knocked on Cuba's door.

"AMERICA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HE- wait... there's two of you?"

"Silly! I'm CANADA!" Canada responded, giggling.

"Canada... are you drunk?"

"YEP! AND WE'RE PLAYING HOCKEY! AND YOU'RE COMING WITH US!"

And so, the Cuban nation was quickly added to the dragging list.

Russia's eye twitched at the strange sight of a super bubbly Canada dragging a battered America and a crying Cuba behind him onto his doorstep.

"Da, comrade Matvey?"

"PLAY HOCKEY WITH ME~!"

"Uh..." Russia suddenly had a strong urge to go looking for Belarus. "My sister, Bela-"

"COME!" And with that, Russia was forcibly removed from his country and dragged across the Bering Strait back into the continent of North America.

"Matvey, I-" Russia's next words were cut off as Canada stuffed him into all the necessary gear and plonked a helmet on his head, all in the space of five seconds. (America and Cuba had already been subjected to such a treatment.)

Sticks were shoved into each of the three other nations' hands, and Canada's favorite hockey gear seemed to magically manifest itself on his body.

"Mattie... please don't make us do this!" America pleaded. Cuba and Russia were in complete agreement (for once).

"Sorry~! But you have to!"

And that was that.

By the end of the game, both America and Cuba were sporting bloody noses, and even Russia felt like he wouldn't be able to move the next day. Canada, however, seemed perfectly fine.

"Another round?" he asked eagerly.

"NO!" the other nations immediately shouted. They scrambled out the door and ran back to their respective houses to nurse they wounds.

But before he got out of sight, America yelled back.

"I'm getting you back for this, Canada!"

Canada giggled.

Author's Note: Mattie, Mattie... Don't take your brother's threats so lightly! XD

So... I hope you liked it? For some reason, I imagine Canada being a super happy drunk. No idea why... it's probably just me being Chinese and American at the same time. China and America aren't known for their calmness... Or well, China's brand of calmness is, uh, special. Because all the Asians are special.

Um, so, yeah. Because I have nothing else to say, I'll put a smiley.

:)