AN: Wow I really shouldn't have let this go so long without updating. I'm so sorry for the long wait. I hope you all can forgive me. I'll stop talking and get on with it.

America sat in his brother's living room at one o'clock in the morning, waiting for his cup of coffee that he was promised an hour ago. After wondering why Canada was taking so long brewing up some coffee, America started to think of excuses on why his brother was slow. Though America always thought his brother was just naturally slow with everything he did.

"Hey bro," he yelled. "What's taking so long?"

Before Alfred could get his answer, Canada walked in with some coffee.

"So Al, why did you want to see me at this unholy hour?" Canada complained. "You know I have company over every Friday?" Canada poured himself and his brother a cup.

"I don't care about your company! I'm having a freak out and all you want to talk about is your life!" America was already starting on the wrong foot. "I'm freakin' out, bro. I'm in love with my ex-caretaker. God, England! I'm freaking in love with England, of all people! Didn't you get that while we were on the phone? I'm in love with England. Not the land, but the person. I'm in love with Arthur, that man with the nice accent and perfect fa-I mean...Mattie! Don't you think it's weird?"

Canada took a sip out of his maple coffee, "Nope, not at all."

"WHAT! THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?" he cried out in frustration. "I'm in love with Arthur, and I'm starting to think he's...uh..." America blushed. "I-I think he's kind of cute. Uh, but and that's all you have to say?"

"Alfred keep it down, it took forever for me to get Gilbert and the gang to bed."

"Gilbert? What? Albino man? Why are they here anyways?"

"First, you don't want to talk about him and now you do," Canada took a deep breath. "Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert are having a 'bad touch trio' get together, like they always do on Friday. Well, like every Friday, they get wasted. Since one is my boyfriend, Lovino is sick in bed, and the other I owe my life to, I just let them crash here for the night." Canada let out a sigh. "At least this time they didn't destroy the bar or my house like they did last month."

"You're too kind, Matt. Now I feel bad for waking you up so late." America gave his brother a big hug. "Thank you, bro."

After the many years Canada known his brother, never did he once hear him say sorry to him nor gave him a hug willingly. "I don't mind at all, your family and I- er, Me, Kumajiro, Gilbert sometimes, Obama, yeah...people like us care about your feelings." Canada hugged back. "Now back to the matter at hand. When did this all get started?"

America thought for a minute. "I guess it's been over hundreds of years, but it hit hard when I was cleaning out my basement. I found a bunch of crap England gave me while growing up." America took a drink of coffee. "Don't you find that odd?"

"No, America. It's not. In fact, I tend to notice you hide your true feelings about people behind your cocky smile. But today for the first time in your life, Al, you truly showed me how much you love me. I think you had an epiphany of some sort."

"I'm not going to die from that, am I?"

Canada chucked a bit, "No, America. It means you had enlightenment."

"Meaning?"

"That you stopped being the asshole of the world and you're starting to let your feelings come out in the open."

"FUCK YOU, CANADA. I'M NOT A-oh geez you're right...you're right I am." America rubbed his head a little, filled with disappointment. "But you're going help me change into a better person, right? I want to show Iggy how much I love him." America's eyes grew big, almost like balls of light, or like the money he gave to get Canada to buy him a big-mac.

"Iggy? Wow. That's a cute pet name. When did you start calling him that?" Canada rolled his eyes.

"In my head, um… since I was taken by him. I think a cute little fac- I mean ugly -brows, ah who am I kidding. Mattie, I think he's attractive. Haha. But I want to start calling him something nicer from now on. You don't think it's weird for me to have nickname for him, do you?"

"Oh no. Of course not. Obama calls you 'Fatass' all the time, and Gilbert calls his dick the 'sex machine' all the time. Everyone has a nickname for something." Canada rolled his eyes again.

"Matt...what the hell are out talking about?"

"Haha, I was kidding. But wow, Al, you got it bad. How did you keep this to yourself for so long?"

"I was full of myself, plus I didn't want to think that I was into guys. I mean my citizens would be angry, right? Oh Jesus, what would God and Jesus think! It seems like the whole world is full of gays; Russia, China, Italy, Germany, Spain, Romano, Finland, Sweden, France, and other counties too."

"You're exaggerating a bit there, America. Many of those countries still don't approve of homosexuality. Not openly at least." Canada informed him.

"Whatever. I used to be afraid of being like you, Bro. I kinda didn't want to be gay like you and Gilbert are."

"America, really. There's nothing wrong with that-"

"Hearing you make out during breaks used to get on my nerves because I couldn't get any. No really. I've never gotten any in my life. Not even a kiss...unless you count the times Iggy kissed me on the cheek? Uh, I told everyone that I'm straight and would kill anyone who hit on me from the same gender as me. Homophobic, I know, but whatever."

Canada mentally slapped himself as his brother carried on.

"You know, I used to blame you from making me feel like I'm gay. I was like 'my bro is a homo' and I used to put kick me signs on your to make a point, but no one could see you so it didn't work."

"America, I swear to God-"

"Which is a good thing I guess because you were so loud when it came to sex. You were like 'Oh Gilbert ….'"

"Al, shut up!" Canada was turning bright red, "I don't-"

"Aw man. So loud! Hey, do you think Iggy's a screamer? I hope he is. He can scream about how awesome I am."

"No one is more 'awesome' than Prussia!" Gilbert screamed in his sleep, though he was unaware of what was going on. Canada, aware that Gilbert had awaken, went over to wake Prussia up.

Canada jabbed him in the shoulder. "Prussia, come on. Get up. Help me out here, please."

"Aw come on, baby. Five more minutes-"

"NOW!"

Prussia had somehow woken himself up, accidentally slapping Antonio in the face and kicking France in the chest on his way, whether it was really an accident was not addressed. "Yo, 'merica. Why are you bothering my boyfriend?"

"I'm scared I'm in love with England!" America cried out, expecting Prussia to laugh at him until he heard laughing on the other end of the phone.

"Really? Oh boy, I saw this day coming. Ah, one minute...okay. Look, there's not much wrong with being with a guy. Maybe you should stop being so closed-minded and let yourself lose, like France, Spain, and I?"

"You mean I have to be a drunken moron?"

"...No. You're doing a good job of being one of those things. Point is, go with it. Before France goes...er, continues. I'd give it a try. I hear he's in love with you too."

"What?" America cried. "Really!"

"No. Now don't disturb my sleep time. I have to rejuvenate for my awesome powers. GUTEN NACHT!" Prussia screamed, falling asleep on the spot.

"Ah, sorry about that, America. But I'd agree with him. Just go with it, you know!" Canada cheered him on. "Here, why don't you sleep on it, okay?"

America sighed. "Alright. I'll try. Maybe I might find newer feelings, or something."

"Good good." Canada smiled. "I really should get going though. Get better, okay?"

Canada hung up before America could reply back, showing he was in a bit of a hurry now that Gilbert was half-awake.

"Guess I'll just to bed then." America told himself, thinking about England in the process.