APH and its characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

"Love, true love, is that which can give the most without asking or demanding anything in return." - Mazie Hammond

Pairing: North American Brotherly Fluff

Matthew had settled himself in the break room. The G8 meeting was going on a little longer than they had expected and since it was siesta time, the group decided that it would be nice to take a short break.

Matthew leaned against the couch, happy to know that he was alone by himself. Not that he enjoyed being alone, he just wanted some time to himself. He opened his box of maple cream cookies and took out one. He savored the delicious treat and sighed contently. He smiled at Kumajirou sneaking behind him and taking a cookie for himself.

Just as he was about to take out another cookie, his American brother walked in. Matthew shrugged and smiled weakly at the stern expression on Alfred's face. Alfred must be in a bad mood; after all, the reason the meeting was extending was because he couldn't stop arguing with Arthur.

"Move," Alfred said coldly as he approached the couch.

"O-oh, yeah, sure."

Matthew quickly packed up his box of cookies. But he was having a hard time shoving the plastic container instead the box. He nervously glanced up at his brother, whose eyes were narrowing with impatience.

Stupid cookies! Get in the box already!

He heard an annoyed groan from Alfred and gave up packing the cookies. Screw the cookies – he needed to get out of his brother's wrath. Kumajirou was already bouncing away without his owner.

He stood – or tried to – but was toppled by Alfred lying down on the couch. He blinked at Alfred's head resting on his laps. He guessed it didn't really matter if he moved or not. He watched Alfred close his eyes and throw his arms over his chest. Angry, definitely, angry.

"Cookie?" Matthew asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Alfred opened one eye to scrutinize the maple-shaped snack. He huffed and opened his mouth wide. Matthew blinked again in confusion before he stifled a laugh. He put the cookie in Alfred's mouth, making sure he didn't drop the whole thing in or he could risk choking his brother to death. Death By Maple – that would be a headline for ages.

Alfred bit off half the cookie. He chewed and then stuck his tongue out in disgust. Matthew laughed; maple sugar was twice as sweet as granulated sugar after all!

"It's like eating sugar," the older brother complained. Still, he swallowed the half and opened his mouth for more.

Matthew fed the other half of the cookie and dusted his fingers. Alfred closed his eyes and chewed nosily. Meanwhile, Matthew took a new one for himself. Just as he was about to bite into the sweet cookie, Alfred opened his mouth again.

"More."

Mathew took a quick inventory of the cookies. He didn't have much to begin with… but he couldn't say no to his brother. He lowered the cookie meant for himself and gave it to Alfred instead. He dropped the whole cookie in Alfred's waiting mouth. To his surprise, Alfred ate the hard cookie without any trouble. What a big mouth Alfred had.

Matthew bit off half a cookie and ate it slowly. Alfred gaped, like a hungry hatchling waiting to be fed. Matthew eyed the half cookie in his hand with a frown. He should have never offered any to Alfred to begin with.

He fed his half cookie to Alfred and took out a new one quickly. He shoved the whole cookie in his mouth and chewed it even though the hard edge hurt his gum. He glanced at the box; there were about four or five cookies left.

"More," Alfred demanded.

"N-no!" Matthew protested with a mouth full of maple cream and dough. "You are eating them all."

"Stop hogging them."

"They are mine."

"Gimme! Gimme!"

Matthew dodged Alfred's wild flailing arms. His brother could be so childish sometimes, though it was certainly amusing to watch Alfred throw a fit without moving his body at all. He leaned away just in time to get out of the way of a punch.

"F-fine!" Matthew shouted. "Stop hitting me!"

He took out a new cookie and dangled it over Alfred's gaping mouth. It was like teasing a shark and Matthew couldn't help but laugh. Alfred tilted his head upward, hoping to get the cookie, while Matthew continued to bait him.

"Damn it, Matthew!"

And Matthew knew he should've known better than to tease his short-tempered brother. Alfred lurched upward, grabbed his hand, and pulled it down to his mouth. He bit hard on the cookie – along with Matthew's fingers. Matthew flinched at Alfred's teeth grinding against his flesh and bones.

"Ouch! Alfred!"

"Serves you right!" Alfred laughed with a victorious grin.

"You don't have to bite me," the younger one grumbled at his saliva-filled fingers.

"These are freakin' good," Alfred said, smacking his lips, "send me some later, okay?"

Matthew sighed with a nod of his head. Alfred might not know it himself, but his mood had shifted. Matthew thought that if the maple cream cookies made Alfred feel better, then he didn't really mind sharing them.

After all, that was what family was for, right? And God knows he loved his brother to death.

"More!"

Regardless of how ridiculously demanding he might be…

THE END.

Boyue's Note: This one is for their birthday! Brotherly fluff is good, da? 8Db

06.29.09

11:28 PM