We were all walking down the hall together when I heard footsteps coming closer.
"Oi, Canada! America!" A voice called for me from behind, causing all four of us to stop and look.
"What? What're you dudes-" Al's attempt at speech was cut off by two people.
"You idiot Mexican! He might not have remembered! I thought I lectured you about that!" Suddenly there was a sound that sounded like a fist colliding with a skull, and a body came flying down the hall, crashing into the wall at the end. I turned towards the black haired male, my eyes wide. I noticed England and France were both either as surprised or shocked as I was by the flying man. Al just sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Can you two not, maybe? For once?"
"Hot and cold, idiot American. Hot and cold." A girl came walking down. She had seemingly long brown hair, though I couldn't quite tell how long, since it was in a braid down her back. She had earmuffs around her neck, along with a long, dark red coat, black pants and boots.
I shivered as my eyes ran over the coat, the colour bringing in unnecessary, newly regained memories and reminding me of my new purpose in life. Germany... I don't care what they say, I need to see him...
"Ehhh? You know these two? Do I?" I covered up that thought with a very real surprise.
"So, the Canadian doesn't remember, huh?"
"Not yet, dudette... It hasn't been very long. Give him some time." Al muttered, "At least, not you guys. He knows he's Canada. Either way, what the hell are you both doing here? I didn't think you could stand each other."
"We can't, idiot. We just happened to come by and see Matthew at the same time."
"Right..." Glaring at the girl accusingly, he turned his gaze back towards the boy, who was just picking himself up.
"Give it a rest, chica. You know you like me."
"As if!"
"Dudes! Chill!"
They both stopped arguing before it could turn into something more, and the boy was the first one to speak.
"By the way, amigo," José nudged Al in the ribs, "The sky's real clear out tonight. Perfect for stargazing." Him and Dahlia exchanged a knowing look with France and England, all four smirking. Al, meanwhile, was blushing furiously.
"¿P-P-P-Por qué diría usted que, José?" He snapped rapidly in a different language, one I assumed to be his native one. The ravenette's smirk grew.
"Oh, amigo, we've all realized quite some time ago. Just admit it~."
"Shut it, you idiot. Let's just leave them alone." Dahlia snapped, before abruptly punching the man, sending him flying down the hall once again. She sent a glare over to England and France, who both quickly scurried after him, neither having said a word this entire time.
I looked over to Al, who flushed a deeper red and looked away. I laughed lightly at his reaction, and waited until we heard the front door shut until I spoke.
"You know what that was all about?" I asked the American. He jumped, looking back at me.
"N-n-n-no, definitely not!" He stuttered, still clearly embarrassed. I smirked, raising an eyebrow and dancing in front of him. I poked his ribs, in a similar fashion José had done moments before.
"There's something you aren't telling me, Alfie. I know it." He batted my hand away, still not looking into my eyes.
"Mattie, I know your weaknesses. Don't push my buttons."
"Oh? That's sounds suspiciously like a challenge." Ignoring his warning completely, I looked at him slyly, continuing to jab at him.
He tried ignoring it for maybe five seconds before he caved, tackling me to the ground and pinning me there.
"A-Alfie?" I gasped, laughing harder and ignoring the sudden pain that was sent through my body from the bandaged wounds. "What are you?"
"I told you not to push my buttons, Mattie." He smiled evilly, wriggling his fingers in front of my face. An ominous, fearful feeling began to grow within me, as well as a feeling of pure joy and excitement.
Before I could argue, there was a jolt on both my sides. I squealed, which turned into high pitched laughter, my body instinctively trying to twist away from it - though there wasn't much success, because Al was sitting on me, - to get it away. It didn't though. If anything, the sensation grew. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to get the almost painful, yet oddly happy, feeling away.
"You've always been ticklish, Mattie." I could sense the grin behind his words. Even though I tried, I couldn't open my eyes until what felt like ages later, when it finally vanished and I felt Al's weight leave my hips. The place where he had been sitting grew cold quickly, as if a part of me had left too.
I opened my eyes weakly to see him standing above me, holding out a hand, his cornflower blue eyes dancing lightly.
"Let's check out that sky now, shall we?" He smirked. I laid my head back down, the broad grin never once leaving my face as I caught my breath. After a couple moments, I grabbed his outstretched hand, and he pulled me up to my feet.
"Maple... Never... Do that... Again... Alfie..." I breathed, resting my head against his shoulder from a sudden wave of dizziness.
He waited until I had pulled back before giving me a thumbs up.
"Sorry, bruh! A hero must never tell lies! Especially not your personal hero!"
"AL!" Despite my protest though, his words had my heart racing. W-why? Why do I feel so warm from that..? I've gotten used to his 'Hero' quirks by now...
"What?" He looked away innocently, before grabbing my hand and pulling me down to the balcony, on the way clicking on the radio and turning up the volume so we'd be able to hear it. He led me out to the balcony in silence while the music got started.
"A-Alfie-"
"Shh. Last time we were out here didn't go so well. Let's just appreciate it this time, alright?"
"I-It's not t-that..." He hasn't let go of my hand yet... Though, a part of me didn't want to say anything. Part of me wanted to keep it locked in Al's sure, warm grip.
"What, then?" He asked, turning away from the stars to look at my face. When he saw the blush that I felt creeping across my cheeks, his eyes widened slightly and he blushed as well. I felt his hand quickly slip away from mine.
"Sorry, Mattie, I just... Um... I..."
"No, it's fine, actually." I smiled, securing his hand in my own again. He just looked away, turning back to the stars. I followed suit, and we stood there together in silence for awhile.
Once a new song had started, I felt him tense up, and he looked over at me nervously.
A/N: I honestly completely forgot about the whole glasses issue, so let's just say that they came in very soon after Mattie got home, during those few days of the timeskip, shall we..? For argument's sake... n.n;
Sorry 'bout that...
Welp, I hope you guys like my OC, Greenland! However brief their appearance was... (Mexico`s profile is on the wiki, if you`re curious. He isn`t mine.) She`ll both be important in another fic I`m putting together (Nordic 5. MWAHAHA n.n), and possibly later on in this one.
As always, hope you guys enjoyed! Next chapter coming up right away!
English to Spanish (Sorry if it's wrong; I used a translator...):
¿Por qué diría usted que, José?: What makes you say that, José?