Day with the Brothers
Matthew (Canada) and Alfred (America)
"Mm! N-no, Alfred! D-don't- don't touch me there!" Matthew moaned, but his brother had already begun. His hands stroking, slowly, then quicker.
"Shut up, dipshit! I have to get this done!"
Matthew squirmed in his grasp, "b-but it hurts! Nn …"
Alfred rolled his eyes and hurried his pace. He was getting sick of rubbing the ointment on Matthew's wound. The boy moved way too much.
"It's only going to hurt more if you keep- AH! Dammit, Matthew!"
Alfred collapsed to the side, clutching his groin for dear life. He glared at Matthew through venomous eyes.
"Why did you do that?" he hissed through his teeth.
Matthew retreated to the corner of the room with a tight grip on his injured hand, "because it hurt! It's stinging! Alfred you said it wouldn't sting! You lied!"
"Well boo-hoo for you! I don't think I'll be able to make children," the bigger nation whimpered.
He started for the door, inching slowly.
How long had it been? Matthew checked the time on his cell phone, it was past four thirty. How long did Alfred plan to take? He sighed and hoisted himself off of the sofa. Taking quick steps, he made his way to the bathroom door. Matthew stood there for more than a few silent moments, contemplating whether or not he should knock on the door. It'd been more than twenty minutes at that point he had all rights to knock on the door. It was his bathroom after all – in his condo.
He knocked.
Silence.
"Eh ... Al?" he called to the man behind the door.
Another knock.
Silence.
"A-Al? Alfred are you dead?" he asked nervously.
Still no reply.
He knocked a bit harder.
"This- this isn't funny, Alfred! O- open- open the door!"
At this point he was pounding. Streams of water ran down his cheeks and he banged harder. Harder. Harder!
"A-Alfred!"
His hands raced for the doorknob but just as they neared, the door swung open. Alfred stood on the other side of it. His face was frighteningly solemn said what he said. "Dude, I think you broke my balls."
m( _ _ )m * Surrender to the Power of The North America Brothers * m( _ _ )m
Matthew was actually so much cooler than his brother expected. He had a free healthcare plan in his country! Somehow, he actually wheeled out of the hospital without having to worry about debt (first time). The only issue was that by the time they left, it was nearly nine. The waiting time was unbearably excruciating.
"I'm sorry," Matthew said again.
"Your pig is licking my head," Alfred grumbled.
"Kumajiro stop it."
Alfred felt the dragging sensation stop.
"Who?" the bear asked.
"Canada. Canada says to stop it."
Matthew watched Kumajiro shake his head.
"No," he told him and dropped his tongue back on Alfred's head.
"If you don't make him stop I'll serve him for Thanksgiving dinner."
"Different days," Kumajiro indicated.
"On my Thanksgiving you stupid, pig! Dammit I am having no fun at all!"
Matthew felt his sadness rear its ugly head once again. This wasn't at all how it was supposed to happen. The sun was disappearing, its reflection shimmered against the calm lake water. It was so nice; if life could only be as simple as a reflection on water …. Matthew wanted nothing more than to go to bed and push this stupid day to the back of his mind and burry it there forever.
"I'm sorry, eh," he said to Alfred.
"Yeah, I know."
"Are you going home now?"
"I'd like to."
Matthew's shoulders slumped.
"But …"
But …?
"… I think you probably have stuff to show me, so I'll stay for the next two hours. Then I'm going home."
He could almost sense his depressed brother light up. It kind of made him feel good to know that the squirt wasn't so down-in-the-dumps anymore.
m( _ _ )m * Surrender to the Power of The North America Brothers * m( _ _ )m
"Where are we?" Alfred asked his brother as they pulled into the parking lot of a poorly lit building.
"I called Japan earlier, he told me about your obsession with the paranormal and horror movies and stuff like that."
A gleeful shiver passed through Alfred.
"Um … I don't have (or watch) any horror movies or anything but- I heard that this place hosts really good haunted houses … so …" Matthew drummed his fingers against the dashboard, "Ta-da."
Even in the dark, Matthew could see the wide smile on his brother's face. Was he attempting to dislocate his jaw? Matthew was never able to create such a smile on Alfred. Never. Not unless Canada got into some sort of trouble and America helped to solve it. Then Alfred would jump in and narcissistically brag about saving the day and being a hero and blah, blah, blah.
Matthew had to admit: it was contagious when his older brother smiled. He was smiling too. For what felt like forever the two just smiled at each other until Alfred's smile faded.
"What the hell are you waiting for, buddy? Get me out of here! Let's go!"
Matthew zapped back into reality and scurried for the wheelchair in the trunk. He rolled it to the passenger's seat, pulled it open and helped Alfred into it. He was a lot heavier than he looked. A lot heavier.
"Alfred I think too many of those hamburgers are building up in your ass," Matthew giggled.
"Why don't you bite my ass?" he snapped.
"I'd get diabetes …" Matthew mumbled.
"C'mon, bitch! What're you waiting for? Let's go~" Alfred whined.
Matthew put up his hand, telling his brother to wait. "I need Kumajiro. Kumajiro! Come here, bud!"
The bear gingerly jumped down from the passenger's seat. He seemed a bit more on edge than Matthew would have liked. The bear was trembling.
"Kumajiro are you alright?" He eyed the bear that was staying firm in its spot in front of the car door.
"I don't want to come," Kumajiro said.
"Why?"
At this point Matthew was on the concrete next to Kumajiro, hugging the bear to his chest. When he didn't answer Matthew asked him again. The bear moved it head slowly to look at its owner. His usual uninterested aura had disappeared, replaced by something else.
"Unspeakable evil," she poke in a hush tone. "it wants your soul, human."
As if to match with Kumajiro's heinous words, there was a scream. Multiple screams. And heavy, stomping footsteps dashing across the parking lot. He heard sniffling and weeping as the people ran by. Car doors slammed shut, an engine started and a car slashed by.
There was a bloated silence among the two of them. Kumajiro had already gone back in the car. He locked the door.
"This …" Alfred began. "is going to be so fucking awesome! I'm going to shit my pants three times over! Yee-hee!"
Part ii complete!
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