Disclaimer: I do not own lovely Hetalia.
AN: Another Hetalia story? That was fast. This was inspired by my various readings of stories yesterday. I was searching around, reading lots of FACE stories. I do love that family - so I wrote my own story. (There is little to no FrUk, I like the pairing but I just don't think it's the right time to incorporate it. It's more of a rival-like bromance.)
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It had been a very quiet morning. This, of course, alerted France to the situation. England wasn't home, much to his relief and annoyance. The Brit insisted on being there to keep an eye on America and Canada, but he frequently had to be elsewhere, working. France, however, had given up on America somewhat, paying attention to his little brother – Canada. Really, they didn't treat each other like brothers for the most part, with more of a father-son relationship. But France didn't mind.
However, hearing the quiet was bad. The two had the appearance of humans around the age of eight or nine, and they acted with the maturity of such age. Canada of course was a tad more mature and understanding – England had no clue how France had managed him so well.
But, as mentioned before, when it was quiet – and when the twins didn't always get along – that meant that something was very wrong. Either one of them was holding the other hostage, or worse…
That's when he felt a tug on his sleeve. France turned, looking at the pale face with big blue eyes. "Francis, can you help me wake Matthew up? I'm bored and he won't get up."
France sighed, chuckling. So all this time it was just Little America trying to wake up his brother? He was surprised it hadn't been louder.
"Fine, Alfred, I shall see what I can do."
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The room was dark, the bed that the brothers shared neat. A small bob of dark-blond hair was seen facing away from the two in the doorway.
France went over, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Matthieu, wake up. Your brother wants to play with you." At the soft, familiar French voice, Canada stirred. "Oui, Papa, good morning." His voice was tired as he rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
France ruffled the younger one's hair gently. "Ah, good. But I would like to remind you all that Angleterre is not here right now, so let's not destroy the house…" "Or else big brother will yell at all of us!" America said cheerfully. "That's right…" France said in retort.
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This was better. The house was filled with the sounds of footsteps and yells as America and Canada ran around the house.
"I'm gonna get you Matthew!" America shouted teasingly, but the only answer he got were the heavy pants from his twin. Canada ran as fast as he felt he could go, and he could feel cold sweat running down the back of his neck. He felt tired, and wasn't sweat normally hot and sticky? This felt like relief.
Finally he slowed down, leaping onto the couch, breathing hard into a cold pillow. "Let's… let's take a break… Alfred…"
America looked at him quizzically. He had just woken up! How could he have been worn out already? "…Okay Matthew. We can take a break, I guess." He sat down on the couch next to him. His hand brushed his ankle… the skin felt hot. He, curious, reached over and brushed the hair out of Canada's face.
France paused as the running stopped. Ah, well, they couldn't have gotten into trouble so quickly… could they have?
He froze when he heard America's concerned call.
"Francis!"
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AN: What do you think? I hope you all like it. PLEASE R&R! It makes my day to see even one review.