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"Dude, I wanna watch a scary film, but before you go all why don't you ask Arthur, I'm just gonna tell ya that Arthur's gone to take Peter somewhere. So can ya watch it with me?" Alfred asked Matthew as he barged into Matthew's room. Alfred really wanted to watch a film, but he knew that he'd pee his pants out of fear. So he thought watching it with Mattie would calm his nerves. Matthew was sitting on his bed with his eyes closed and his arms over his head whilst wearing thick looking clothes. Matthew glared at Alfred darkly.

"I need to rest for tomorrow's ice hockey match." Matthew groaned darkly, turning his back to Alfred.

"Dude, who sleep in these days at six in the evening?" Alfred asked with a frown.

"People who want to go to perform well in a tournament." Matthew shot back. Alfred ignored him.

"That's right, babies." Alfred said with a slight sneer. Matthew grunted in annoyance and rolled onto his stomach.

"… Why do I even bother?" Matthew moaned into his pillow.

"C'mon Mattie, you always watch a film with me!" Alfred pouted slightly. He didn't understand why Mattie was being so boring.

"Well we're not kids anymore. Just watch it on our own and leave me alone." Matthew said angrily, looking up with a definite glare. Alfred frowned at Matthew. He was a lot different from normal. Usually Mattie would whinge a bit, complain for a few minutes, and then give up and watch the film with him. But now… Alfred thought that he was being a bit mean. Alfred understood that Mattie would want his own space, but he didn't have to sound so harsh when speaking to him. He could have said it in his usual soft voice.

"Mattie… why did ya change all of a sudden?" Alfred asked bluntly. Matthew rolled his eyes at him slightly.

"I haven't changed." Matthew grumbled. Alfred didn't try to hold by his snort of disbelief.

"I call bullshit on that one dude, you've been acting all emo and depressing since we moved here!" Alfred snapped. Matthew sat up and swung his legs over his bed slowly, his violet eyes dark and angry.

"First of all, I'm not emo. Second of all, I'm not depressed. And third of all, I am not watching a scary film with you." Matthew added harshly.

"Fine! Be a fucking douche then! I was gonna try and cheer you up, but you're too pissy to be grateful." Alfred exclaimed angrily. There was a pause. After a while, Matthew sighed heavily and took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

"Alfred, I'm just tired is all-" Matthew groaned into his hands.

"Then stop taking your piss poor attitude out on me! I bet you don't even have an ice hockey match tomorrow." Alfred exclaimed angrily.

"Alfred, just leave me alone." Matthew mumbled.

"Mattie-!" Alfred started furiously.

"Please, I'm begging you here… just… please…" Matthew begged softly, lying back down on his bed. Oh no, Alfred wasn't having any of that. Alfred marched towards Mattie and grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled Matthew off of the bed sharply so that he nearly fell over his own feet.

"I don't give a fuck anymore. You're watching a scary film with me whether you like it or not." Alfred snarled. Alfred had decided that the scary film will make Mattie wish he watched a different film (although, Alfred admitted, his plan didn't really make that much sense).

"Alfred, let me go!" Matthew said meekly, pulling his arm from Alfred's grip.

"Nuh-uh, I don't care if you're older than me by three days; I'll do what I want, biatch!" Alfred said defiantly, dragging Matthew towards a door. Matthew tried to anchor himself onto the spot, but Alfred carried on pulling. He only stopped when he heard a sudden thud and heard Matthew exclaim in pain and he clutched his nose.

"Mattie, are you alright?" Alfred asked frantically. Matthew nodded and rubbed his nose lightly.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine." Matthew stammered. Alfred looked at Mattie with a slight frown. Since when was Mattie so flustered?

"Shit, your cheeks look like they got sunburnt." Alfred pointed out loud. He rested his hand on Mattie's forehead and yanked it away; Mattie was literally on fire. Wasn't he too hot with all of those layers on?

"You're freaking roasting, bro! Have you got a headache or something?" Alfred asked. Mattie closed his eyes for a second as his skin suddenly went a pale flour color.

"….Mattie?" Alfred asked quietly. Matthew opened his mouth as if to say something, but then suddenly started vomiting on the floor violently. Alfred leapt back from Matthew whilst howling in shock as Mattie collapsed onto his knees.

"Mattie!" Alfred cried out in a worried tone, crouching towards Mattie. Mattie clutched his stomach tightly as he fell onto his side with his eyes screwed shut, his breathing ragged. Alfred placed his hands on Mattie's shoulders and started shaking him slightly.

"Mattie, get up!" Alfred demanded, trying to help Mattie up. Mattie just shrugged Alfred's arms away from him meekly.

"I-I'm f-f-fine." Matthew groaned slightly, cheeks reddening as he started shivering violently.

"Mattie, you can't stay on the floor like this, you're only gonna get worse!" Alfred said in an irritated voice. Mattie didn't reply and stayed in the same position. God damn it, why was Mattie so stubborn?

"Mattie, come on." Alfred said persistently. Matthew didn't respond at all, and Alfred then realized that Mattie had actually passed out and was breathing slowly. Alfred groaned in annoyance.

"Oh, great, fall asleep on me why don't ya?" Alfred grumbled, slinging Mattie's arm over his shoulder.

"Nggh…" Alfred groaned as he pulled Matthew up onto his feet. Matthew was somehow still asleep, despite the fact that he just threw up onto the floor and just passed out on the floor like he was drunk. Alfred dragged Matthew back towards his bed and set him down onto his bed softly, and pulled the covers over him.

'Well, he definitely has the flu.' Alfred thought to himself. He sat next to Mattie's bedside. He felt guilty for trying to make him watch a scary film with him. Alfred thought that the movie could wait until Mattie got better.

Not done a chapter with just America and Canada in a while, so ya know, bickering relatives and all that.

ALSO, IF YOU GO ON TUMBLE AND TYPE IN USUK, THERE IS A PICTURE OF AMERICA AND ENGLAND KISSING, AND IT SAYS THAT HIMA HAD SAID THAT THERE WILL BE USUK IN HETALIA SEASON 5. OH MY GOD I SCREAMED LIKE A BABY GIRL MAN BOY.

Sorry if it's a bit late, I've been really tired lately, and my head hurts a lot and my body aches a bit and I'm sorry, you can ignore me if you want to =w=

Well, I'm off

PEACE, xoxo