Canada's Role Model
Alfred Jones sat on his American flagged bed sheets in his small shared bed room. A black laptop sat open on his knees with a video game in action. The game was almost done and the young teenager was positive he would win.
"Come onnnnnnnnnn," the teen groaned as he waited for his opponents move. The opponent slid around a corner, following the boys plan. He grinned and fist pumped he managed to get a head shot. "Another win for the Hero," he said to no one in particular. A timer went off in another room fallowed by a small yelp which the teen ignored. He was too occupied in his game to notice as the door slowly opened. A much smaller boy walked into the room balancing a mug of tea in one hand and a hard cover book in the other. He carefully walked to the bed opposite of his brother and sat down on his bed. The sheets were colored red with a large white maple leaf in the middle. It matched the Canadian flag exactly and the small teen liked that, being as it was where he was from.
The boy yelped as a drop of tea jumped out of the mug and fell onto his sheets. The boy carefully put the mug down on his night stand. Alfred looked up from his game as his brother opened a copy of 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'.
"Why such a Brit, Mattie? Is Arthur rubbin' off on ya?" Alfred asked with a grin. His brother groaned at the nickname and turned to his brother.
"One it's 'Mathew' and two I would prefer it if you talked correctly," The small Canadian said shyly. He always got shy around his twin brother yet he wasn't sure why. Alfred just rolled his eyes and returned to his game and mumbled something. "Speak up, Al," Mathew said slightly taunting.
The American closed his laptop and turned to his twin, giving him his full attention. "I said," Alfred snapped, causing Mathew to wince. "I hate it how you look up to that…that…," Alfred looked lost unable to decide what to say. "…that Brit!" The American decided on. The small Canadian whimpered and tried, with no success, to fade into the wall beside his bed. The American sighed, upset with himself for yelling at his brother.
After about ten minutes of silence Mathew closed his book and turned to his brother.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. His brother rolled over to face him and nodded.
"Hell yeah!" the American said. "First off, your speech is just, UGH! Colour instead of color? Second, you have a frigin queen! She doesn't even do anything! " He continued for a few more minutes, stopping now and then to breathe. Once he finished he sighed and locked eyes with the mug. The Canadian quickly put the mug on the floor and his brother smiled shyly.
"Done?" The smallest country questioned.
"Yea, thanks," Alfred said.
"No problem. And… have you seen Kumajirou?" Mathew said shyly.
"Umm…" Alfred said trying to think back. "Did you leave him at Francis's?" He suggested, but quickly wished he didn't. Mathew paled and whimpered, turning away from his brother. This concerned the American, who quickly got up and pulled his brother into a rare hug. "Dude you alright?" The Canadian shook his head, no, and made sure to keep himself from crying. "Want to sleep with me tonight?" The boy asked his brother, who nodded his head.
Alfred carefully picked up his younger brother and carried him to the opposite bed. He then laid the boy down and lay next to him, pulling the bed sheets up to their chins. Mathew closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his brother, similar to how he would hug his bear, Kumajirou. Alfred smiled and hugged him back.
"I actually look up to you, Alfred," Mathew muttered before falling asleep.