The Wonders of Anime Conventions

CHAPTER ONE

Canada dumped his laptop case and bag in the corridoor just inside of the door and sighed. He hated world meetings but...he hated meetings with the provinces and territories of his own nation more - Ontario on his laptop in the corner occassionally stating narsasistic remarks, Quebec in turn getting annoyed at him, the rest of the provinces and territories argueing and ending up ignoring him...actually...didn't seem much different to what usually happened at any meeting he attended to really.

Canada frowned as his stretched. Just because life hated him, he had to set off to America's house in a few hours because the other nation wanted him to go to an anime covention with him, and because Canada had no life...was a total pushover...ahem, was nice he had, in turn, agreed to go with his oh so darling brother. Canada moaned, collapsed on the couch, buried his face in a pillow and yawned. He couldn't be bothered driving for 5 hours to get to America's house, he really couldn't. The blonde and unnoticed nation of the world shuffled a bit and pulled his cellphone (or mobile phone as we do refer to them in England). He flipped though the phonebook without looking and called America before holding the phone loosely by his ear and waiting for an answer.

iBEEEEP BEEEEP...BEEEEP BE- "HEEEEEEEEEELLO MATTIE~"

Canada held the phone a little away from his ear and sighed before he answered to his brother, "Hey Al...well uhm...about this conventi-"

"Don't tell me you can't come bro! Because I'll be lonely if I go alone! I mean, I'm a hero so I could probably find some people there who are cosplaying Hetalia and shizz - because that's what we'd be cosplaying bro - and because I'm a hero-"

"I-I just wanted to ask if you'd pick me up eh..." Canada rolled over onto his back and held the cell phone closer to his ear, "Also, what should I bring eh? I assume you want me to stay in the hotel with you for the whole three days so I might as well have three different outfits eh..."

"Oh." Pause. "Yeah, sure! I'll pick you up! And you're totally staying with me the whole three nights bro! I guess you should bring like uhm~ Your millitary uniform, if you still have it your American Re-"

"I don't know where that is eh," Canada spoke up and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Then just bring your maple leaf hoodie~ AND MAPLE LEAF STICKERS! DUDE THAT'D BE SO AWESOME!"

Canada held the phone away from his ear again, "On-the-phone-so-I-don't-want-to-make-poor-Canada's-ears-bleed-voice Al," Matthew sighed.

"Oh right~ sorry bro! Don't worry about the third day~ I have the outfit for that sorted out! I'll set off to yours now bro."

Canada rolled over again and buried his face in the pillow, "Key's under the mat Al, let yourself in when you get here and carry me to the car eh," and with that, Canada hung up. He dropped the cell phone onto the floor and burried his face in the pillow again, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

When he next awoke, it was darkish and he was aware he was in the passenger seat of a moving car with America at the wheel - looking strangely unhyperactive sfor once in his God damn life/s. Matthew sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, for some reason, whenever he awoke in cars it was always so...bright, even at night the sun seemed to be glaring at him from a hidden place...like a lampost or something.

"Good evenin'," he heard Alfred's voice say, but his brother kept his eyes on the road instead of turning and flashing him a hero smile like he usually would have.

Canada blinked, "You...actually carried me to the car eh? I expected you to wake me up and ask me where my clothes were, Al..." Matthew stretched and made sure he had he seatbelt on.

"I found them myself," Alfred smiled, "I made sure to pick up some of your underwear as well bro! See how thoughtful I am?" He turned off the motorway they were driving down and onto the main road of a street.

Canada blinked a few times, "You..." his face went red with embarrassment, "You went through my underwear drawer?" Canada buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you went though my underwerar drawer eh..."

Alfred frowned slightly, "It's just underwear bro. I picked up the ones with maple leafs and ignored the ones with American flags on them..." Stop sign.

Canada realised how bad that must have looked, "T-those were from Arthur last Christmas...I think he meant to give them to you but accidentally sent them to me eh. I meant to give them to you but this one day, I ran out of underwear..." Matthew blinked and looked to the side, slightly ashamed, "I didn't think it would be polite to give you used underwear eh...so I kept them..."

Alfred nodded, "I did that with the underwear France accidentally sent me with maple leafs on them eh," Alfred smiled and parked outside a hotel, "We're here bro~," America smiled.

Matthew unbuckled his seatbelt, "What time is it anyway Al?" He sat back in his seat while America checked his watch.

"Uhm...eleven pm," Alfred smiled, "I prebooked the hotel so we don't have to go through any of that booking crap."

"The rooms got two beds right eh? Because I hate sharing a bed with you," Matthew's mind went back to that Halloween party at France's house and he frowned. He'd gone to bed with Alfred that night and had awoken in the morning to find himself with his back to the floor, his legs on the bed, upside down, confused and quite cold.

Alfred blinked, "Aha...well about thaaaaat..." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "They only had a single bed room...but it's a two person bed!" America smiled, "Didn't think the hero would make you share a single bed with him did ya?"

"Double beds and single person beds are the same thing when I have to share with you Al, " Canada opened the car door, "Either way I'll probably end up on the floor eh..." The blonde nation stepped out of the car and waited for Alfred to open the trunk so he could help carry some stuff.

Alfred sighed and opened his door, also stepping out. He walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk, "Red bag's yours, blue one's mine," he picked up his own bag and Canada picked up his, "It's not my fault they only had that room available when I booked Mattie," the hero frowned as he closed the door of the trunk.

Matthew sighed and slung his bag on, "I guess I over reacted eh," Canada smiled weakly at America, "Sorry Al."

America laughed and hugged his identical twin brother, "It's okay bro!" He let go of his brother - who had, for some reason, turned a light shade of pink - and grabbed his hand before running towards the hotel.

They signed into the hotel and headed to their room, where America spazzed over the fact that they had cable television for a few minutes before calming down and sitting on the bed. Matthew sat on the opposite side.

"So what's the plan eh?" Matthew asked Alfred, a little curious as to what was actually going to happen.

"Oh," America turned to Canada and smiled, "Tomorrow we'll go down and collect our passes at like five am or something like that, come back here, get dressed in whatever outfit we feel like, go on down to the convention, check out the stalls and stuff, come back here when it closes for the day and do whatever the hell we feel like," Alfred beamed, "For three daaaaaays! Except for the five am thing, we only have to do that tomorrow," he smiled sweetly at Matthew.

Canada blinked, "What outfits do I have to wear eh? I know the casual and military ones, but whats the other one?"

America answered the question heroically, "There's a choice! The dresses we wore as kids or the outfits we wore most of the time when we were teenag-"

"Teenage outfits," Matthew said quickly, "I am NOT wearing the dresses we wore Al...never again eh," something dawned on him that second, "Why are we even cosplaying ourselfs eh?"

Alfred smiled, "Because we are characters from a Japanese anime, that has just had the first two seasons dubbed by my country, and is growing quickly in popularity!"

Canada blinked, "But isn't it like...dangerous to make animes about the lifes of nations eh?"

"That's what Germany said but everybody disagreed with him," America stood up and streched, "Prussia's a bit sad about his lack of screen time, but that's about it!" Alfred closed one eye and looked over to Canada, in what Canada thought was an unintendedly seductive manner, and asked, "D'you wanna take a shower?"

Canada blinked a few times, "N-no, I'll...I'll take one tomorrow or something eh...I'm just really tired, Al," he smiled at his brother.

"'Kay," said brother smiled back, "I'm gonna go take one now so like...yeah~ You go to sleep or something bro," and with that, America walked off into the onsuite bathroom.

Canada fell face first into the bed and blushed so much he felt his face burning, "Bwaaah! Why are you over reacting to this Matthew?" the poor confused nation of Canadia thought, "He wasn't asking if you wanted to shower with him! Just if you wanted a shower before him! You're such an idiot Canada!" Canada then proceeded to stand up and take off everything he was wearing before climbing into bed with nothing but his boxers on. Most likely, he was going to have very weird, slightly frightening, shower related dreams tonight.

America returned to the room, one towel around his waist, another rubbing his hair dry. He threw the towel rubbing his hair dry onto the floor and streched. It was around about midnight and as poor sleep deprived Matthew was probably fast asleep so he'd have to be quiet, darn...not one of his strongest points but damn would he try! He carefully pulled on his boxers and discarded the - most likely traumatised - towel that had been around his waist before climbing quietly into bed next to Matthew, who was holding a pillow to his chest. God how Alfred wished he could be that pillow. God how Alfred wished he hadn't just thought that because it brought some very pleasurable yet slightly disturbing images to mind.

Alfred removed the pillow from Canada's arms carefully before wrapping his own arms around the others waist and pulling him closer. The other responded sleepily by wrapping his arms around America's waist and resting his head against Alfred's chest. The US of A smiled softly and closed his eyes before resting his chin atop Matthew's head and drifting of into the sweet land of Slumber (population...I'd say two to make it seem romantic, but it was probably more like about three billion or something along those lines.