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Brothers

Fandom(s): Captain America and Hetalia: Axis Powers

Characters: Alfred F. Jones (Hetalia) and Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Genre: Friendship/Drama/Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort

Raiting: T

Summary: Steve Rogers has known his uncle Alfred Jones ever since he could remember. He was always there for him, even when no one else was.

"Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone."- Charles M. Shulz

Sarah gingerly opened the door to Steve's messy bedroom, smiling softly when she saw him still fast asleep at ten a.m. in the morning. She quietly closed the wooden door behind her and made her way across the wooden floor, a board lightly creaking here and there on occasion. When she reached the bed, she sat down lightly at the end. Her motion of sitting down on the spring mattress had lightly jostled the boy's sleeping body.

"Steve," the mother nudged at the boy lightly, electing a groan from him in response. The blond woman chuckled lightly before nudging him some more. "Steve, wake up. It's Christmas!" she raised her voice a bit with the last statement to make herself sound eager for the day.

Steve groaned in response. "Uncle Al isn't here though…" the boy lightly muttered in his half-awake state. Sarah's eyes widened before softening and she let out a low chuckle. The mother lightly smacked the boy out on the arm.

"Are you so sure about that?" she asked with a knowing voice. It took a moment, but her words sunk in and a pair of bright blue eyes shot open. The nine year old gasped abruptly as he shot out of bed and out the door practically within the blink of an eye. The mother's brown eyes stared at the bed, blinking for a few seconds before the woman heard "Uncle Alfred!" from out in the living room! She grinned lightly before trotting out, happy as can be herself.

"Hey, Kiddo!" the uncle hoisted the boy in the air, lifting up the laughing boy while laughing a bit himself. Alfred's attention turned to the blonde woman walking into the room who was also wearing a large smile on her face. Steve craned his neck to look at his mother.

"Well," the woman sighed. "These presents aren't going to open themselves." The boy then quickly turned his head to the sofa and Christmas tree, seeing presents crowding around the tree and covering the wooden floor , ranging in different colored wrappings and sizes with shining bows attached to all of them. He looked at the uncle, who only grinned at the boy's astonished face as he put him down. Immediately, Steve ran off to the tree. By far, this was probably the best Christmas he has had yet.

Steve turned to face the two adults, first to his mother, who was boy the record player, and then to the uncle. "Which one should I open first?!" his voice was full of excitement. The pair of adults looked at each other for a second before Alfred nodded his head towards the wall in back of the tree.

"How about with the one all the way in the back?" Alfred suggested. Steve turned and followed the older man's gaze to see a long box with toy soldier wrapping paper on it and a long, green bow wrapped around the top left corner of it. The youngster's eyes widened when he saw it and before he knew it, his body was heading in the direction of the long and tall box.

Sarah re-joined the representative and crossed her arms as she watched the boy cautiously reach for the long present along with the taller man standing beside her. "I really don't know how to thank you," she spoke, turning to look at him. "Again."

Alfred chuckled at the statement. "I think just seeing you two is enough payment. Steve's a good kid." The record player started playing. A group of violins could be heard playing the intro before a man's voice began in the background.*

"He is," Sarah sighed. She nervously chuckled lightly before turning her head to look at him again. "Sorry for making you sleep on the sofa." The taller man raised an eyebrow before making a hand gesture with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Don't worry about it." Alfred then reached around with his hand and gripped his neck lightly as he proceeded to pop it. "The desk at my office is worse. Trust me."

With that remark, Sarah couldn't help but chuckle at the remark, raising her hand that was closed to cover her mouth while the other one gripped her waist still. Alfred smirked lightly. "You know," he sighed, dropping his hand back down to his side. Sarah looked back up again at the representative, dropping her hands back to her sides. "You still didn't answer my question from last night." Alfred's hand lightly brushed up against the blonde's.

Sarah turned to look back at Steve, who was now carrying back the gift while avoiding stepping on smaller ones and one big present. "I'm still considering my answer," she bluntly stated. The widow lightly grabbed his hand with hers. She felt him squeeze it lightly before she let go and walked over to take a seat on the couch. Alfred followed wordlessly, now with a light smile on his face.

"I wonder what it is…" the boy mused aloud. Alfred wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders and chuckled lightly, looking down at him with a crooked smirk on his face.

"Well," he paused, leaning in a bit and jostling the boy slightly. "Open it up and see for yourself."

"Okay!" the wrapping paper began flying off as the sound of the paper being torn to shreds bounded off the walls. Steve's excited eyes caught sight of some wording on a thick, cardboard box. "Dixie BB G" and that was all he needed to see before he knew what he got. He gasped aloud and then proceeded to rip off the remaining gift paper with new motivation. "No way!" The boy was now laughing excitedly as he looked in marvel at his new profound gift. A Dixie BB Gun, just for him.

Steve could hear his uncle laughing a bit at his reaction as the boy stared at the picture of a hunter with his bloodhound on the cardboard box. The nephew then looked up at the adult, grin widening by the seconds that seemed to crawl sluggishly by. Alfred's only responding gesture to this was raising his hand and ruffling the boy's hair lightly before pulling him closer to his side.

Sure, Steve couldn't fire metal bbs in the house, but he could fire cap guns in the house. To be more specific, a cap gun version of the cowboy revolvers they had back in the day. Wearing a hat that was supposed to be a replica from those in that era, the nine year old peered over the arm of the worn sofa cautiously, face coming up an inch at a time. All was still. Sarah was busy away at preparing supper that was supposed to be ready in about ten or fifteen minutes while the nine year old and his uncle played Cowboy and Indian.

And for his size, Alfred knew how to hide. Steve couldn't find him anywhere! Blue eyes scanned to the left, then to the right by the tree before the boy crouched down again and leaned against the side of the upholstery. He was starting to get a little more than frustrated. It teetered on the brink of being peeved at this point in the game. A good half an hour had passed since they started playing their game. Before that, they wasted about two hours by the tree and then there was lunch, Steve not caring that he had skipped breakfast this winter morning.

Steve raised his head over the arm of the couch once more, again scanning the same surroundings that he had seen a few scant seconds ago…wait.

By the kitchen, there was a wall that blocked a good portion of it from the boy's current position. The wall basically had a little room of its own for the pantry, and enough room for a cot if needed. But that's not what caught the blond's attention. The tip of a white feather did, though. And at that moment, an impish grin could be seen on the seemingly innocent boy as he crouched down and let his knees touch the floor.

A sloth-like second sailed by in terms of what seemed to be a few minutes as Steve peered from around the side of the couch. Blue eyes blinked and golden eyebrows furrowed as he tried to process how what he saw was no longer there. And then that's when he heard someone sit on the couch and see it shift a bit. He looked up quickly in response, seeing Alfred, still with his pair of glasses on, but with war paint plastered on his face in the primary colors and seeing him wear the feather assortment that Indian Chiefs did with one leg covering the length of the couch, armed with a bow and plunger arrow that was aimed right at him.

"Give up, Whiteman," the "Chief" stated with a small smirk on his face. "I take your sqaw and food." At this, the supposed "cowboy" grew flustered.

"Over my dead body!" Steve shouted as he pulled back the hammer on his pistol with his thumb.

"If you insist," was all the uncle said before he let the arrow go flying and the suction cup land right on the boy's face and flattening him right on his back, dropping his cap gun.

"MHHMM!"

"I'm sorry," Alfred cupped his ear, still smirking lightly. "I can't hear you. Could you repeat that?"

"MHHEHHHHM!"

"Boys, dinner's read-" Sarah stopped in her tracks when she saw her son sit up with a plunger stuck to his face. Alfred then looked at the blonde mother before the boy again. The uncle closed his eyes and laughed nervously while scratching his face lightly with his index finger.

"Now, Sarah," he stuttered lightly, which only made the mother frown and put her hands on her hips. "It's…not what it looks like?"

This didn't help him at all. One could almost feel sorry for him, almost.

SLAP!

"You can't stay?" the boy whined.

"Sorry, Sport." The uncle smiled grimly at the nine year old as he reached for his coat. "I got work tomorrow."

"Awwww."

"Steve, it's nine o'clock already. Go to bed," came the voice of the blonde mother, which caused the boy only to whine tiredly some more. "Now."

"But-"

Sarah raised a finger. "No 'buts', Young Man! March straight to bed, NOW!"

Steve pouted while tears were beginning to brim in his eyes. The uncle all the while was looking at the boy while the guilt fell on him in increments of pounds, then tons. "Well," he interrupted, looking up and pondering in thought. Both Rogers looked to the light brown haired man with a questioning look. Steve rubbed his eyes tiredly a bit, trying his hardest to keep awake, apparently. "Alright." He apparently made some decision in his mind (which Arthur says is the size of a peanut). "I'll stay another night," the uncle stated with a smile.

Both of the Rogers widened their eyes. Steve then proceeded to leap for joy while laugh a bit before running up and hugging the man. "Thank you, Uncle Al!"

This caused Alfred to laugh a bit from amusement. "Sure thing, Pal." Steve then ran off to his bedroom, already in his pajamas and ready to be tucked into bed. Sarah was about to follow when she was lightly pulled back. Turning around, she saw a calm smile on his face, a look that this animated man rarely had on him, if at all. "Wait just a sec?" he raised an eyebrow, which Sarah did in return and watched quizzically as the man reached into his coat pocket and fished out a small box with a "Tiffany & Co." logo on it. She gasped and then looked up to meet his gaze.

"Alfred, I can't-,"

"Oh, hush up for a bit." He was tired, just like Steve was, and even she was starting to feel the toll of the events of the day. "I didn't give this to you last night when I should've, but better late than never, I guess." He opened up the box to reveal an "Enchant Scroll Pendant", one of the most popular but expensive ones out there this holiday season. Sarah's brown eyes widened even more. She was well aware of how much it had cost him.

"Alfred, you paid too much for it! I refuse to take it!" she hissed in a hushed voice. The man could merely chuckle as he took it out of the box and put the necklace on her. "I don't need stuff like-" by this time, she realized that it was already on her, and that he would insist on her keeping it. Damn him.

"It looks good on you. Better than in the store window, that's for sure," the representative commented with a small smirk on his face. The woman could feel her face flush at the compliment and merely looked away.

"You're impossible sometimes," she whispered back in reply. Alfred chuckled again, this time grabbing her by the shoulders.

"I get told that frequently." He then leaned in and lightly kissed her forehead, leaving his lips to linger a few seconds, as if reluctant to pull them back. "Merry Christmas," he finally spoke.

Sarah sighed lightly, but none the less was feeling the same emotion as he was. "Merry Chris-"

"Mom?" the forgotten boy called from in his bedroom. Startled, the mother turned around.

"Coming!" she called and then walked briskly down the hallway a few paces before turning into her son's bedroom. Alfred sighed lightly and pushed his hands into his pockets. He let his blue eyes wonder a bit before coming to a halt at the window where small white dots were slowly floating along. It was snowing again.