Full summary: 1P & 2P modern/medieval AU's, 2P!Canada/1P!America/1P!Canada brotherly/romantic relations

Alfred is a 19 year old whom lives a hard life in the modern world with his distant brother Mattie. He devotes his time to helping others at the cost of his own self and wishes only to see his brother happy and to spend time with him again.

Matthew is an Ice-Prince of a Medieval universe with no brother or mother, having lost them at birth. He lives with a distant grief-stricken father. Causing him to grow up seperated from others with a cold demeaner. Earning him the title of ice prince. But he only wishes to be wanted and loved.

One day Alfred ends up in Matthew's world and is mistaken for the King's dead son and begins his new life as a prince in this new world, with a new lifestyle, family and a new brother. But what happens when his real brother comes to the world and is determined to bring him back?

So I always wanted to do a 2PCanada/1PAmerica type thing with the 2P & 1PCanada verse each other. But had never knew what to do until now.

Matthew-2P:Indigo, Mattie-1P:violet, Alfred-1P:Skyblue. The first chapters will be more of prequels than we'll get into the real story and let the epic fight between some hot Canadians for the right of the cute American begin.

Secondly as for the other fics they are on semi-permanent hiatus as of this moment. Since most are RP's. sorry

1P Universe

"I'm home" Alfred said. Closing the door behind him with a aduable click.

Matthew or Mattie as his brother liked to call him more often than not. Stared at his brother. Instantly noticing the slight limp in the blond's steps and a bruise starting to bloom on his left cheek.

"You're hurt." He stated. Waiting for Alfred to respond but knew he would just brush it off again, just like last time and the time before.

As expected, Alfred only gave him a tense smile and asked him about his day instead.

Mattie sighed, he didn't understand him. Why couldn't Alfred just tell him he got hurt? Why couldn't Alfred let him shoulder the pain? He bit the inside of his cheek wishing his brother wouldn't be so stubborn and would care more about himself.

Alfred noticing his brother was in deep though. Took the time to disappear from sight before he could be questioned further.

He quickly ducked into the bathroom just as Mattie noticed his disappearance. Turning on the shower he stripped out of his clothing and stepped into the water. Letting the warmth sooth his aching bones and skin. He took the time to looked over his body. Fresh and old bruises and cuts littered it but he didn't mind to much. Yes, it hurt but as long as Mattie wasn't the one taking the hits he was alright.

After a few minutes he stepped out and with a small smile and wrapped himself in a towel before picking up his worn clothes and putting them in the hamper.

Going to their shared bedroom. He flopped onto the bed not to gently without even bothering to put on clothing. Falling alseep only moments later.

Meanwhile Mattie sat at on the couch idealy flipping through his school book. Worried about Alfred's health. Alfred had always been like this. Trying to protect him ever since they were little but since Matthew had entered high school it had only gotten worse. And he knew why, Some boys at his school had started picking fights with him some months ago when he had first entered the school because of his quietness and odd violet eyes.

Saying it was to weird for him to be so quiet. While others thought he was acting like he was too good for them and that only freaks had purple eyes.

It got on his nerves but he couldn't fight back. He was far to weak. He would just had to grit his teeth and bare it. That is, until Alfred had found out and would not stand for his brother to be hurt and had decided to bare their bullying himself if they would leave Matthew alone.

Now it was like this. Alfred would come home practically everyday with another bruise or wound. It sickened him. How dare they hurt his brother like that.

"But you can't even do anything, you're to weak." A voice in his head told him. He hated that voice. It was the worst. Constantly belittling and poking fun at him. Telling him it would be able to treat Alfred so much better, like how he should be treated. He hated that voice, despised it, he wanted to be like it.

With a scowl he tossed his book to the other side of the couch. Only a few minutes later hearing the bathroom door open and the sound of foot steps before the opening and shutting of another door.

Getting up from his seat Mattie walked over to his and Alfred's shared bedroom. Pushing open the bedroom door he found Alfred passed out belly first on the bed. A towel pooled around the blond's waist.

Careful not to wake Alfred, he crawled onto the bed and started to examine his brother's body. Taking in every bruise and cut with a frown.

"I need to get stronger. I wan-No need to protect you. You're my precious brother after all." Mattie whispered, lovingly stroking Alfred's wheat colored hair with a demented smile.

TIME SKIP

Alfred opened the door to his and Mattie's apartmant. It wasn't the best and was in serious need of repair but it gave them a roof over their head and so it was alright for now. But that wasn't what was bothering him lately. What was worrying him for the past few months was that he had barely seen or heard from his brother.

At first it had started with Mattie spending more time studying than he started to come home later than usual or sometimes not at all.

Eventually Alfred even began to notice a change in his brother's appearance. The paler blond looked a lot stronger and bigger than he ever was and not soon after the bullying had suddenly stopped. In fact he hadn't even seen or heard from the offenders in weeks.

And that didn't worry him so much. At first he had been worried they had decided to go back to beating up Mattie but as soon as he found out that wasn't the case. A great weight was lifted off his soulders. He was glad to come home without being hurt or Mattie being hurt. What he did not like though, was that he had seen neither hide nor hair of his brother now in days. Even when he did see him it was only for the briefest of times before he was gone again. Leaving Alfred alone.

He had never been so alone in his life. It sometimes caused him to cry himself to sleep. While other times he would stay awake at night wondering why his brother was never home. Maybe he has someone he likes? He probably just had to stay at school and study. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore or finds me boring? The last question struck Alfred the hardest and worried him the most. It made him think of all the things he could have done wrong to make his brother dislike him and push him away. It made him want to cry and hide. Why wouldn't his brother spend time with him anymore?

A tear slipped down his cheek.

"No more crying. Please, not tonight." He said, curling into himself.

He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. For a long time he tossed and turned. Slipping into a light sleep of fitfullness. Before he finally fell into a deep slumper. Never registering the larger body getting into bed with him later in the night or the soft touches or sweet nothings whispered to his form. Violet orbs looking down at the sleeping form with endearment.

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