Prologue

"I'm not your brother Alfred. I'm not Matthew Williams either. The fact of the matter is that Canada should never have existed. I never belonged here. And I can't ignore the fact that they need me back home. You can't stop me."

Alfred stood alone on one of the many balconies the hotel had to offer, the dress shirt he wore just minutes before was now strewn over the floor. He exhaled deeply, trying to disengage that detestable feeling at the bottom of his stomach. His hand reached to brush a few strands of blonde hair from his sky blue eyes, as he tried to recount what exactly happened in the meeting. There was nothing unusual, just the usual chatter, ramblings, and arguments. They had taken a momentary break, and were all given the pleasure of being able to rest in their rooms. All around the young man was blue sky and white clouds, but not too far off was the bustling city of Toronto, the distant cries of cars still edging their his ear. Monarch butterflies fluttered about in the fields below, birds chirping merrily and flying above.

But Alfred did not care for such scenery, nor was he ever one to pay attention to such details. The words of even the most distinguished poet would be lost on him, because really, he would rather be living life than staring at it. But at this peculiar moment, there was one thing that had gained all his attention. Below him, leaning amongst the trees, was his brother, Matthew Williams.

The connection between Canada and America was strong, but the connection between Matthew and Alfred was even stronger. Borders were blurred, and it didn't matter that they were separate people; Alfred would faintly feel the damage to Canada, and the same worked vice versa. No other nation had ever felt that way, save for the Italian brothers, but they didn't count. They both represented one country.

So when Matthew had burst out of the meeting room as soon as break was called when he would normally wait for him, Alfred knew immediately that something was wrong. And the worry was gnawing away at him, eating up his insides. He had thought it better to give his brother some space, but he couldn't wait anymore. He hopped over the railing and landed on the ground with a thud; but this did not even manage to surprise his brother. In fact, it seemed as if his brother was rather expectant of this, and did not bother to turn around. He raised his hand as a silent gesture of a greeting.

"Three stories high and you still don't break a leg. Should I have been amazed or should I just shake my head and say, 'as expected of my stupid brother.'" Then Matthew turned towards Alfred, his blue eyes turning violet in the sunlight, a small smile etched on his face. He spoke, in that soft voice of his. "As expected of my stupid brother."

"Why did you run out so fast? You usually wait up for me." Alfred didn't beat around the bush. He went straight to the point.

"You wouldn't believe me."

Alfred approached Matthew, broadening his shoulders and aiming his chest high.

"Try me."

But Alfred's attempt at intimidation was a lost cause, because all Matthew did was shake his head. "No. You wouldn't believe me if I explained,"

"Mattie, tell me what's up. I won't stop asking until you do. "

Matthew, quiet Matthew, was just as stubborn as Alfred. He stood there, not uttering a word. It was a silent refusal, but a refusal nonetheless. But his eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a mischievous grin on his face.

"Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth."

"You're my brother Mattie. I'll believe anything you say."

For the briefest of moments, there was a forlorn look on Matthew's face. Then it was gone, replaced by a devilish grin. Alfred didn't even believe it was there, and couldn't believe that today, Matthew was acting rather devious.

"I was first known as Alfred F. Jones, never Matthew Williams. As a nation, I am Canada, but at the same time, I'm not. My true name is the Federal Republic of America, but other nations refer to me as F.R.A, or just America, for short. I represent the entire North American continent, except for Mexico. "

There was a long silence which Alfred tried to extinguish by forcing out some haughty laughter. Not long after, his brother joined in, adding a small chuckle. Alfred patted Matthew on the back.

"Wow bro. Hope you didn't stay up all night making that up, because that was a horrible joke."

Matthew smiled and laughed with Alfred, but for a different reason. He knew that Alfred would eventually forget this moment, and would continue living on in an ignorant bliss. He knew that Alfred would never believe, and to be honest, Matthew preferred it that way. It was better that Alfred didn't believe, better for the both of them.

But unbeknownst to Matthew, the time was soon coming where he could no longer ignore the fact that he didn't belong in this world. He doesn't know that his world is desperately calling out his name; his world is in dire need of his help.

And unbeknownst to Alfred, the time was soon coming where he would find out that Matthew Williams was never his brother. Matthew Williams is actually Alfred F. Jones, but only from another dimension.

But neither of them have to know this now. And it is better this way, because soon, these frivolous and blissful days will come to an end.

A/N: This is another, "Should I continue this story?" fics
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