Author's note: it was my birthday so that's why I haven't updated in awhile (um yay?). I was also helping Nisha a bit with a fic idea (That's Amore) so if you like the strange idea of Italy/Canada (yes Italy tops) you should check it out. Now back to your regularly scheduled communism.

Remember this isn't supposed to hurt feelings; it's just a strange little fanfiction

It wasn't as bad as he was making it out.

Alfred had slightly calmed down since the meeting with NATO. He had planned to bring a tank with him and force Matthew to see the error of his ways (and forgive his brother if Alfred really was to blame... which was impossible...but... maybe true). So, yes, he had calmed down a lot, no tank, just him and his words would bring his brother back into the fold, back on the winning team, back with the good guys.

Yes! Okay! (Thumbs up)

He knocked at the door, but the suspense was killing him and so he kicked it down.

Yep, he was totally calm.

Matthew stood open mouthed a few feet away from the broken door, hand outstretched as if he were just about to reach for the doorknob.

"I-I was going to answer Alfred!!" He cried looking from the ruined entrance way to his brother. Alfred had a forced smile on his face.

"You were taking too long..."

"You knocked ten seconds ago!"

"Much too long."

"I called and said I was coming!"

"Matt. You took too long."

Matthew stared at him helplessly for a moment. In the back of his mind however, he felt vaguely pleased that Alfred actually seemed to recognise him... which was actually really depressing when he thought about it.

Matthew took a breath. This wasn't, after all, the first door Alfred had kicked down, "Al, I know you're worried about the whole... um... Communist thing, but I really do need to reassure you that I'm not a Communist and don't plan to become one. Really."

Alfred sighed looking relieved, "Really? You mean it? So you're not going to spend any more time with the Communist plague?" He walked further into Matthew's house looking much more relax and less deranged. So he wouldn't have to deal with this after all. Matthew had made his choice (Which probably meant it wasn't Alfred's fault the Communists had closed in for awhile... yeah!)

"I never said that," Matthew sighed. He went to close the door, but realized the problem with that, so turned to face his brother's back, "You need to listen. I can make my own decisions. Yes, we're pretty left up here, compared to you guys at least, but we have the same type of values don't we? Freedom, peace? And sure, you might be pushing democracy and capitalism a bit too far in some cases, but I believe you only have good intentions at heart. You need to trust my judgment. Yes, I get together with Communists, but I'm not a communist (or a lumberjack, even if you keep thinking I am) I AM Canadian-"

Matthew trailed off... he had never actually been able to talk with Alfred this long without the other interrupting. In fact... his American brother was very still...

Matthew passed Alfred in the hall to see what was wrong. Alfred was frozen pointing at Matthew's couch in horror... or rather the people currently lounging on Matthew's couch.

Oh for God's sake!

"Hiya America!" Yonsoon waved.

"Are you here to watch soaps too aru?" Yao inquired politely.

Matthew wondered mildly if Alfred was having a stroke from anger... if anyone could it was America.

"COMMUNISTS!!!" Alfred screeched suddenly making the three other nations jump.

"Um, Al, just wait, we were doing so well, you just need to—"

"YOU RED SON OF A GUNS!!" Alfred stomped towards the two on the couch. The two coward back. At the moment they'd rather be facing an angry bull than the angry American.

"YOU—YOU!! TRYING TO CORRUPT MY BABY BROTHER!! YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU?!?!" He grabbed the two by their collars dragging them off the couch.

"Alfred! Alfred let them go! They haven't done anything!!" Matthew protested pure worry in his eyes. Sometimes Alfred didn't know his own strength. He tried to pull Yao away, but Alfred elbowed Matthew to one side, not enough to hurt him, but enough to clear his path to the door.

"YOU ARE TO STAY AWAY!!" Alfred growled with an unhinged look in his eyes, "Unless," He said, his breathing becoming steady, his voice becoming softer, "You become capitalists... then, we might talk," His quiet voice was a lot scarier than his loud one.

"We—" Yonsoon stuttered, "Korea invented Capitalism..."

Alfred stared at him in utter confusion.

"But you invented Communism..."

"We invented that too," Yonsoon nodded.

"YOU'RE CAST OUT!!! Alfred announced, "IF ONLY FOR YOUR PARADOXICAL VALUES!!!" He threw the two of them over the fence.

"Ow." They both chorused from the other side.

"Stay away from Canada!" Alfred ordered. He smirked, dusting off his hands. That'll show 'em. He turned back facing an angry looking Matthew.

"You... you!" Matthew spluttered. He couldn't seem to get any words out, his face was as red as Russia's Soviet soul (which was as red as you could get). Matthew spun around and went back into his house. He flailed for a moment trying to slam the door that was no longer there, then sighed dejectedly. All his anger evaporated and he walked into the house with a bit of a slump. He went down the hall. Alfred followed.

"Don't talk to me," Matthew requested calmly not turning to face his brother.

"Matthew, it was for your own good," Alfred said trying to be stern.

"Talk to me later, when I've calmed down."

"Listen, it's good this happened, now we can start rebuilding our relationship. You don't need them."

"Talk to me after I've had a chance to rationalize this."

"They were just trying to make you one of them; really, I just don't want to see you get hurt!"

"You're not going away, are you?" Matthew stopped in the middle of the living room. He stared at the empty chesterfield.

"No," Alfred said firmly.

Matthew sighed, "Alright then," he turned a murderous look on his face which completely contrasted with his soft words.

"You. Idiot."

"Matthew, don't start."

"You numbskull!"

"Hey, you're not Mr. Perfect yourself!"

"You loud, arrogant, fool!"

"We'll you're too quiet and—"

"You're ideas are just too crazy, you big brainless kid!! You're too forceful with everything. You're always getting into fights, Enough with that holier-than-thou attitude!!!" Matthew was yelling now, "You always eat hamburgers! And buy strange things through mail-order! Then have the gall to try and sell those strange things to me!! Do you think I'm your underling or something!?!? You're always telling me to get rid of my trade unions, and telling me you hate my friends, and say that I only need you, but then you never call for weeks on end. You're always stirring up trouble in little countries and setting up dictators. You made me help you with NORAD, but you don't tell me what the heck is going on in the basement—"

Alfred opened his mouth to protest, but Matthew wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise.

"-- and don't say it's aliens Alfred, it demeans us both."

Four Hours Later...

"You always yell things and ruin the atmosphere. You're obstinate, opinionated, arbitrary, and you're always pigging out! ... and you're stupid!!" Matthew ended breathing heavily. It... it really felt good to get that off his chest. He blinked looking around... where was Alfred? He looked down. Alfred was sitting on the floor tears in his eyes, lip wobbling. He was clutching Kumajiro liked life preserver.

Oh... maybe he went a bit far?

Alfred started to cry.

"Ah..." Matthew stared awkwardly. The most powerful country in the world and Matthew had upset him by telling him off, "I-I'm sorry Alfred, I got carried away, it's just hard sometimes living next to you. I don't really mean all that (even though I kind of do)... you're... you're just overbearing sometimes," Matthew knelt down to his brother's level, "I-I still love you. I don't hate you or anything..."

There was no response from Alfred, he was in a shell.

"Who?" Kumajiro asked blinking. Wasn't the other guy supposed to cuddle him?

Matthew sighed, there was only one thing that could get through to Alfred now... but Matthew always felt silly saying it.

"And...and you're the most awesomist big brother ever," he said with little sentiment.

Instantly Alfred was on his feet smiling with his trademark heroic grin. Kumajiro's eyes were practically swirling at the transference from Alfred's lap to Matthew's arms.

"Really? You think I'm awesome? Well I AM pretty awesome, so I guess there's no doubt about your statement, right? You're too observant sometimes Matt, seriously I'm blushing."

"No you're not," Matthew said deadpan, "Can we please have a proper conversation now?"

"Bout what?"

"Your over-protectiveness," Matthew said, "Listen, for once in your life, listen. I'm good friends with Yao, Yonsoon, Cuba, and Ivan. Even though you're my brother and I love you dearly, I'm not going to stay away from them because you say they're bad."

"But they're evil! They're the enemy!!" Alfred protested, "If we don't stop them they'll take over the world!"

"Think about it this way Al, if you're bitter enemies and don't even try to be civil with them, who do you think they'll go after first? You realize what the ice cream Ivan was talking about is don't you?"

"Um? Chocolate?"

"No Alfred, miss—"

"Wait a sec," Alfred held up his hand.

"Alfred you really should—"

"I threw China and Korea over the fence."

"So?!" Matthew asked in exasperation.

"That's MY yard!!!" Alfred yelped, "We'll continue this later!!" He declared pointing at Matt and then hopping over the fence to track the two down.

"I'm going, I'm going aru!" China said walking out of the gate sticking his tongue out at Alfred... nuclear schematics under his coat...

End Notes: if you think Canada's rant sounds a bit familiar then you'd be right. Most of it is straight out of the Hetalia comic (Fly Canada Fly). Because, really, I'm pretty sure Canada's complaints don't really change much over time... and it seems to have the same effect on America (poor Al). There's an extra hour, because the Cold war added a few extra things for Matt to complain about (stop complaining Matt! You were just as paranoid as he was at times!)

Pretty Left up here: Canada's political right is in America's political left (cosmic)

For anyone wondering, a chesterfield is a couch.

I know "Awesomist" isn't a word... I just have a feeling that Matthew sometimes chewed Alfred out when they were colonies and that was the only way to make him happy again...

No China never stole nuclear secrets from America, they got Soviet help to developed their nuclear power.

The comment about NORAD and aliens is a very loose reference to Stargate (even though I don't think the stargate was operational this early) I'm an old fan of the series and I can't help but think that Canada must have known before all the other countries since the stargate was located in NORAD so America would have had to tell him... erm I mean us (personifying countries gets confusing on a day to day basis...)

Which reminds me I should finish some of my stargate fanfictions...

Pretty soon there's going to be an actual plot to this story, you'll see... (I mean, more than just Al running in and breaking down doors and ranting about the evils of communism...) There's even going to be a hockey game next chapter! (well... ... ... kinda...)

Still don't know Cuba's name... someone said it could be Cusa, but I'm just gonna stick with country name to avoid any confusion.

Angry America scares me... especially mother bear angry America... I would rather face Ivan, at least in his own way Ivan has a little bit of twisted logic, Mother bear America has none...

I love you Alfred, you're even the awesomist when scary.

Aw, no Ivan in his chapter... if it makes you feel better, imagine he was behind the couch listening in... ... ... in fact, forget imagining, he probably was Oo;;

Sigh... long end notes again...

Please, please read and review and thanks for all the comments so far, I hope this isn't getting boring.