Naughty Colony: Canada
Characters belong to HidekazHimaruya.
*Warning* this story contains spanking of children and some British slur. So don't like, don't read. Just press that back button and never return. * Evil laugh*
Use of Human Names.
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Matthew woke up in a pleasant matter, got up, urinated, and made pancakes for him and Kuma, who at the time was still buried deep under Matthew's covers. Matthew's bed was a high futon, it did not sit on a frame nor did it have springs. When Kuma had grown larger, Matthew found out the hard way that a large polar bear plus spring bed was a very bad and expensive combination. Cracking the eggs into a large bowl Matthew hummed to himself, thank god he had received Francis's ability to cook, he didn't know what he would do if he had got Arthur's cooking sense. He knew Kuma would hate him for sure. The smells of the fluffy treats were enough to make Kuma rise from his fortress of blankets and pad down to the kitchen. Matthew was adding his daily dose of maple syrup onto his when his bear's cold nose touched his side. Jumping at the cold, he looked down at the white animal.
"Food." He said, his stomach agreeing with him.
"Sorry Kuma thought you were still asleep." Matthew said bending down and reaching for his food bowl and placing a large stack of pancakes into said dish before handing it back down to him. Taking the first bite and chewing thoughtfully Matthew wondered what he would do today.
"Arthur is visiting Alfred in America, maybe I should see how they are doing." He said swallowing. "I wonder if they will remember me."
"Who?" Kuma said in between bites.
"Matthew." He said for the thousandth time to the bear. "I swear you are worse than the other nations at sometimes."
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Leaving the main gate from Canada to America, Matthew sighed. It seemed that everyone mistook him for Alfred sometimes; the gate guard would not let him pass because the picture and name supposedly did not match.
~"But Mr. Jones, your passport says Matthew Williams on it." "Sorry but until you get a proper passport with your name on it I can't let you pass." He had said.
"But I am Matthew Williams!" Matthew had shouted but alas it came out barley above a whisper. ~
He had paid the guard to actually let him through; he hoped that he would have enough money to get back through to go home.
New York was lively as ever as Matthew walked through the busy streets and shops; Alfred lived in D.C. but was visiting the Statue of Liberty for the day so Matthew had no trouble finding his loud brother. The other blonde was looking out passed the hand rails toward the bay. Matthew walked up to him and through some odd twin connection, Alfred knew he was there.
"Hey Mattie!" "What's sup?" He said Texas glinting in the morning sun.
"Nothing much, just thought I would see you and Arthur today." Matthew replied smiling knowing the only time Alfred was quiet was when he was reminiscing.
"Well, we all know you really came to see your awesome big brother right?" Alfred said and pulling Matthew towards the bay.
"You know Matt, Chesapeake looked so different back then." Alfred said sighing at the water.
UN Uh. Matthew said string at his watery reflection.
"Looking back at old time's boys?" A voice called; a very British voice.
The North American twins whirled around to see Arthur in his green sweater vest, a button up shirt underneath no doubt, brown slacks and highly polished black shoes.
"Artie!" "Just in time!" Alfred yelled in Matthew's ear effectively causing the younger brother to become deaf slightly.
"It's Arthur you brat." Arthur said joining his adoptive sons.
"Whatever, glad you finally woke up." Alfred exclaimed loudly getting looks from people walking passed.
Arthur rolled his eye and finally addresses our dear Matthew.
"Matthew, how are you?" Arthur said placing his hands on Matthew's shoulders examining the boy up and down.
Matthew laughed lightly at his brothers antics and answered Arthur with a "Fine, and you?"
"I'm jolly good, except I have to spend the whole bleeding week with Alfred." He smirking waiting for the Americans reaction.
"Har, Har Arthur thanks for your loving support." Alfred said with a look of mock hurt.
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The day was exciting for our Canadian friend, not only had he seen Arthur genuinely laugh, a rare sight that was, but Alfred not once had shown him up. This was quite frankly odd, well for Matthew it was. They had all decided that Matthew should stay with them in D.C until Arthur's trip was over, so maximum family time was achieved.
~ "But Al, I have no clothes and who will feed Kuma?" Matthew had said.
"Clothes are no prob for you, we have the same size!" Alfred said believing that he and Matthew really were the same size.
Matthew just sighed and rolled his eyes. Arthur shook his head and followed suit.
"How about we all go to Canada so Matthew can pick up some clothes and Kumajiro?" Arthur said grabbing his passport to be stamped by the Canadian guards.
Alfred didn't hear the suggestion as he was currently stuffing his face and trying to drink at the same time.
"I knew McDonalds™ was not a good idea." Arthur said as Alfred began to choke on his beef.
Matthew had done the Heimlich on his dear brother, only for thanks to be killed on the spot.
"Noooo! Hammie are you ok?" Alfred said to the soggy burger piece that had flown from his mouth and onto the floor.
Both Arthur and Matthew laughed as Alfred cradled his dead dinner. ~
At the gate, once again nobody believed that Matthew was himself and Alfred had to be the "Hero" and get him through to home. Kuma had greeted Matthew the same way as usual, a cold nose against his side and a demand for food. Alfred had given the bear the remainder of his burger, which was gobbled in a matter of seconds. Not faster than Alfred mind you. Upstairs Matthew was packing his suitcase and was going through his closet to find his only pair of shorts and had found his hockey stick.
"I'll bring it in case anyone wants to play." He said to himself and threw it into his suitcase to resume his search. Finally finding all the clothes he wanted and Kuma's chew toy he zipped the thing and lugged it downstairs, and then Matthew set to work finding Kuma's collar and leash. The large animal never liked these products but with promises of more pancakes, or burgers which ever the polar bear wanted. Kuma allowed his master to slip them on.
"Got everything Matthew?" Arthur said opening the door to Matthew's cabin.
"Yeah, hang on please." Matthew said struggling with his luggage and his large polar bear.
"Here Mattie, I'll help." Alfred said taking the suitcase from Matthew's hands. There was no way he was touching the polar bear with that leash around his neck. Walking back to the cab and stuffing everything in they set for the airport.
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The visit was not as Matthew expected, first night there Alfred and Arthur got into an argument and was set on not speaking to the other. Great.
So at one point Matthew had tried to bond with a grumpy Arthur and since they were in D.C he thought the ice rink would make a perfect time for that hockey set he brought.
"Hey Arthur you want to play?" He asked the Brit who was reading the paper.
Not looking up Arthur replied. "Not right now! Can't you see I'm reading Alfred!"
The tension over the last few days made poor Matthew snap. He did what he thought was right. He chucked the stick at the Englishman's head. Then he promptly ran off cackling.
"AMERICA!"
Matthew ran past Alfred who was quite confused at the scream of his national name.
Shaking his head he walked up to an angry Arthur.
"What can I do for you Artie?"
Arthur's eye twitched and he gritted his teeth. "I'll tell you what you can do!"
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Matthew bit his lip as he heard Alfred's cries from the study of the American home. He had watched as Arthur dragged him off and grabbed the slipper from his luggage. Why Alfred never used his strength always perplexed Matthew but that question was for another day. He drew in a deep breath and opened the door. His brothers red backside was on display and he felt himself flush.
"Yes?" Arthur asked mid-swing.
"Stop it! It was me!" Matthew said biting his lip again.
Both blondes turned to him and blinked. "Wot?"
"Yeah, I did it. I let Alfred take the blame."
"Why throw a stick at my head?" Arthur questioned helping Alfred up from the desk. The sore American rubbed furiously at his pulsing bottom.
"I get tired of you forgetting me or mistaking me for Alfred. So when you called me Alfred I threw it." Matthew said his head down in shame.
Arthur had no response and simply sighed. "You are quite right; I mistake you for your brother often and I'm terribly sorry. I'm sorry Alfred for punishing you when you did nothing wrong. I hope you forgive me."
The American wiped his eyes and nodded. "But there is still him getting punished." Alfred gave his brother a look. He reached over and grabbed the Canadian.
"Alfred!" Matthew exclaimed as the American took multiple swings at his brothers pale backside.
Inside Matthew knew he deserved it but that didn't mean he had to like it.