Hey guys! Brotherly fluff time! Put this chapter up a little early since it's short, enjoy!
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1950:
America sat on a bench outside his home, sipping coffee and reading a comic book. He glanced up every once in awhile at his brother, who ran around the backyard chasing birds, butterflies or anything else he saw, laughing.
America smiled. Izzy was growing up. He could now bound about happily and he had learned quite a few words, despite only being a one-year old in country years (he was 3 years old in human years but had the appearance and stature of a one-year-old.)
"Akhi!" cried the boy in a high-pitched voice, peeking over the bench. America set his coffee down and ruffled the boy's hair, causing the Israeli to giggle.
"Hey, little bud. What's up?"
"Ma?" asked Israel curiously pointing to the comic book. America turned the book so Israel could see the pictures.
"This is a comic book," said America, "it tells the stories of the great American HEROES!"
"Hero?" said Israel beaming. The boy understood all that was said to him, he just didn't always have the word to respond.
"That's right! HERO! Like me!"
"Who?" asked Israel, pointing to a picture in the comic.
"That," said America, "is Superman. He's the greatest superhero of all time."
Israel struggled for a second then said, "su-suuuupa-man!"
America beamed.
"That's right, Izzy! You see," he pointed to a picture of Clark Kent, "he disguises himself as Clark Kent and everybody thinks he's weak and unimportant, but he's really Superman!"
"Like Akhi?" asked Israel.
"I'm flattered, but yes."
"Like me?" asked Izzy beaming. America glanced down at the boy. From his exterior, you never would have guessed he could beat eight Arabic countries.
"Exactly like you, little bro!" said America, patting the boy on the head. Israel laughed a bit.
"Read?" asked Israel, pointing to the comic.
"Sure little bro," said America, "have a seat, I'll read to 'ya."
Israel sat on his brother's lap and leaned his head back against his brother's chest. He heard a strange rhythmic beat that he often heard when Akhi hugged him. He'd never asked what it was and his natural curiosity was peaked.
"Akhi," said the boy, looking up and pointing to his brother's chest, "ma noise?"
"Noise?" said America, cocking an eyebrow. "Oh! You mean my heartbeat! You have one too," he poked Israel where his heart was. The boy giggled.
"You see, kiddo," said America, "as long as a persons got a heart they can still be a good guy."
"Lo baddie?"
"No baddie, that's right Israel?"
America then smiled jokingly and said, "So if your heart ever falls out, tell me. You might be turning into Russia!"
"Scary!" cried Israel with a shudder.
"You don't need to be scared of him, Izzy," said America; "you've got the HERO on your side!"
"Hero Akhi!" cried Israel happily, "read?"
"Oh, sure, bro!" and with that America began to read Superman to the boy.
"You see, bro?" said America, pointing to a panel in the comic in which superman carried a car across the air, "Superman's faster then a speeding bullet! He's super strong and can fly!"
"Fly?" said Israel curiously, "fly? Me?"
America grinned, "oh? You want to know if you can fly too?" he set the comic aside, "well lets find that out!"
Then, without warning, he grabbed the child, stood up and threw him in the air. Israel screamed happily. America caught the laughing boy.
"Oh! Didn't work!" he said smiling, "maybe if I try again!"
"Lo! Lo!" cried Izzy, laughing. America threw him back into the air and caught him as he fell.
"Darn! Third times the charm! Third times the charm!"
They went on like this for quite awhile. America tossing Israel into the air, both laughing happily. Israel screamed each time he was flung but he wasn't worried, Akhi caught him every time he fell.
God, I love those two.
Translations:
Hebrew: Ma= What Lo= no
Superman: not my favorite comic book hero (that honor goes to Batman, BTW I am also a huge comic book geek) but he's just so American that I figured it'd fit well. Plus Jews are renown for being involved in comics, the creators of both Superman and Batman were Jews, and the father of comics himself is a Jew (STAN LEE!)
Next chapter has a chase scene! And more cuteness! And a plot point! Keep reading!
