HELLO and sorry for the long wait, I got caught up in school and then kinda forgot about this. Oops. So I said this would have ten chapters but I am rolling all of chapter ten into chapter nine because it fits better.

I want to thank everyone who stuck with this story and reviewed or favorited or followed. You are all lovely people and I am so happy my sucky intro to this story didn't scare you off or any of the more questionable chapters.

Disclaimer: Forgot about these. Let's just say if I owned countries I would be a very rich person.

Matthew Williams was not a stupid man. On the contrary, he was constantly achieving new degrees in various subjects in various colleges- on his brother's insistence to accompany him of course, not in any way because of sweet babes he could pick up- so one might even say he had an excellent knowledge of the world. They would especially say that if they knew he was a nation and so therefore represented a very large part of that world. But the point was that all of this acquired knowledge of random subjects and Master's Degrees in the ones he found interesting all vanished when he was nervous. Nervous about giving speeches regarding his economy to nervous that someone would mistake him for his brother again. Mostly he was only nervous when it came to other nations so finding out his twin was missing in a country not his own and that he was quite possibly injured was an extremely nerve racking situation for him.

Matthew had been able to overcome that nervousness with anger for some time, allowing him to barge into the home of the nation he assumed responsible, but when he found out Germany was not in fact responsible for his missing brother, Matthew was nervous again. His voice was back to being soft and his stance was shrunken. It did not happen immediately, no he did talk to the once Prussian representation and use the bathroom- after waiting patiently for the wolf to finish, he didn't even want to know how they trained her to do that- but once Germany returned and said that an emergency meeting had been called and was being held in a few hours, well Matthew lost his courage. He hated how other nations only knew him as the soft-spoken, easily forgotten, brother of America. He didn't blame Alfred, not his fault he was so attention-grabbing, but it irked him that he could hold political debates with humans he had never even met before and win in a landslide but not even be heard when it truly mattered.

To the other nations, he was practically invisible until they had a use for him that benefited themselves. Well, not all nations. His brother for one, Cuba for another, and a scattered handful of some of the lesser known/ less important nations and micronations. And call him selfish but, he was not letting his brother who showered him with praise and attention when he needed it and though love when he didn't be taken away from him. So his shy nervousness was going to have to be smashed down in order to get the nations to cooperate and help find him.

With that new determination, Matthew stood tall and squared his shoulders. His brother needed him and he would do his best. There was no telling what sort of trouble he could be in right now.

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Maybe that wasn't a good idea. But it had seemed so tempting at the time! He knew it was just a light spot from a flashlight but it was just there, and he had seen dogs chase them before and it seemed fun. Well, it was fun. But addicting.

Ludwig was attempting to smother his laughs as he shined a light around the hallway for Alfred to chase. Not that he knew Alfred knew it was just a spot and not some prey, if he did he would probably be laughing even harder. And he would never let Alfred forget this if he did ever find out.

But currently the only thought Alfred could make as Ludwig entertained himself while waiting to head to the meeting was, Gotcha, you mine! NO! I'm gonna getcha, I'm gonna getcha.

But eventually Ludwig let out a loud cuss when he saw the time. Alfred halfheartedly wondered if the German was prone to cussing. He turned off the flashlight and darted into his workroom to gather his supplies before dashing up to his room to change into a suit.

Alfred sat down a bit disappointed at the loss of the light to chase. This form must be affecting his mind if he actually thought a moving spot of brightness was entertainment. That or he was just loosing it or he really WAS as childish as England says he acts. Alfred refused to believe he was childish so he went with the "affecting mind" option and lay down to ponder this.

There were times when he seemed more Sterling the Wolf then he seemed Alfred the Nation. He once caught himself referring to himself as as herself, which was more confusing to think about than to actually think. Arg, his brain was starting to hurt, and it was not because he was stupid and thinking too hard, thank you very much!

So, that left him with the facts: he was currently a female wolf, the wolf brain sometimes acted more prominently, and he would hopefully return to human sometime soon because the nations were starting to realize he was missing. DUH! Alfred mentally berated herse- himself for forgetting about the timer he had for how long it would be before he changed. He drew up the image from deep in his mind and was surprised at how empty it was starting to look. So he had about one or two more days before he would be back in human form. Good news.

Alfred was just starting to make his plans on how he would leave the German brother's house without them finding out who their wolf really was, when he heard a car door open. He realized that his brother and the German brothers were getting in the car to leave for the meeting and automatically thought, Wait, I'm coming too!

Before he could decide if it was a good idea or not, Alfred found himself rocketing down the stairs and skidding through the house. He slipped through the door to the garage and launched himself into the car through the door that Ludwig had just opened. He then slowed down and gracefully hopped into the back seat next to Mattie. Sup bro?

Ludwig sighed in frustration and glared at the wolf sitting nonchalantly in the seat next to the Canadian. He was about to say something when Gilbert popped up and started rambling about how awesome Sterling was and how she was so smart and liked cars. Both Alfred and Ludwig raised eyebrows at him while Matthew just sat quietly, although Alfred knew his brother was thinking that the Prussian was an idiot.

Eventually the group got going with Ludwig driving and Alfred switching from resting his head on his brother and trying to stand in the small space between the driver's and shotgun's seats. This resulted in Alfred flying around on turns and stops, but he was ok with that. It was one of those moments when you realize that yes, it is fun and yes, you do totally understand why dogs do it.

Of course when Alfred and company all arrived at the meeting hall, there was the problem of what exactly to do with the tag-along. After a brief battle of words and puppy-dog-eyes, it was decided that Gilbert would walk Sterling around and most definitely NOT take the wolf into the meeting room. Both Alfred and Gilbert agreed this was a stupid and un-awesome plan but agreed just so they could burst in and have an epic moment. Speaking of which, they were currently outside the doors just now, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

And strike they did.

But not in the way they intended. There had been a large noise that consisted of multiple curses, threats, and the distinct crashing of furniture. Alfred heard his brother threaten to bring out the hockey stick and he knew shit was gonna hit the fan. So like the hero he is, he burst through the doors and… well several things happened. First, Alfred noticed England was accusing Ludwig of abducting America. Second, Matthew was currently threatening to use force to get everyone to calm down. Third, Russia was videotaping everything. Fourth, England was attacking Ludwig.

No sooner could Prussia say, "Vhat de heck?!" than was Alfred in action. He lunged at England and slammed himself into the big-browed man. The force of Alfred knocked England onto the ground, snarling wolf landing on top of him. Alfred locked his fiery eyes with the startled and fearful eyes of his big brother. Alfred vaguely registered Ludwig shouting in surprise and reprimand for Sterling to stop it, but Alfred was busy flying through the air due to England had drawn. (Seriously, a little white stick with a glowing star on top, how cliché?)

Alfred hopped back up once he landed and swiftly placed himself in front of Ludwig, hackles raised and ears pinned to his head, a low growl steadily rumbling out from his chest. By now the other nations were in various stages of shock. Silence resonated from the nations.

"I… apologize for the actions of my volf," Ludwig said, "but you cannot blame her for protecting me." He looked directly at England and said, "You did assault me."

At this Gilbert joined in with a, "Ja, und vhat vas that about anyvay?" Alfred flicked his ears forward and lowered his defensive stance marginally. Right about now he was starting to realize that maybe jumping on England had been a bad idea.

England sent a half wary half suspicious look at Alfred before he addressed Ludwig. "I am sorry for acting rashly, I had thought that you had done something monstrous to my s- America."

Ludwig sent him a cautious questioning look with the question, "Vhat made you decide othervise?"

England shut his eyes and waved a hand cockily. "Oh, you wouldn't have told us he was missing if you were responsible for it or knew where he was. May I have your wolf?"

Both Ludwig and Gilbert shouted, "Nein!" and Alfred sent a soft growl at England. He shrugged and said something about magic how they would just end up upset later on. Alfred decided to dump his tea supply once Alfred was human again.

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The nations decided after the long discussion about where America might be and how to find him, they took a small lunch break before gathering again and well… Alfred wasn't sure. He had fallen asleep. He was draped across both Ludwig and Gilbert, acting as some sort of bridge between the two chairs.

While Alfred slept, Gilbert would play with the wolf's tail and Ludwig would stroke the wolf's head and shoulders. But Alfred wasn't sleeping, not really. He was meditating. Ok, that was a lie, he really did fall asleep. Seriously, nations needed more interesting things to talk about. But he did have an interesting dream.

In his dream, he was human, riding his horse over a plain with soft rolling hills in the distance. Flowers and grasses swayed in the soft wind and bent over when he and his horse went racing past. Then, the dream changed. He was thrown from his horse, landing on the ground with a hard thump. As he recovered and slowly stood up, he noticed his hair was long and black, twisted into braids and ponytails, decorated with soft, tickling feathers. The second observation he made was that he was wearing soft deer hide pants and carried a quiver on his back. A quick glance down showed that his now coppery skin was connected to a hand holding a long and elegant bow.

Alfred shook off his confusion and started walking through the suddenly changed landscape- it was now a forest. When he came across a small stream he leapt over it with ease and then, because it felt right, slung his bow over his back and took off running. He only slowed when he came to a clearing covered in soft snow. He glanced around before unslinging his bow and grabbing an arrow. But a strong gust of wind tore at him, knocking him over and scattering his weapons. When the whisper of wind died down, fog crept into the clearing and swirled up and up and up. When the sky was blocked out by the fog, a face appeared in it. Not human, no. This face had two glowing eyes, two pointed ears, and one long snout, in which Alfred knew were rows of sharp teeth.

The giant wolf head was snowy white and connected to an equally large body of glimmering fur. The eyes were ever changing, from the lightest shades of lilac and creamy white blue, to midnight blue and a purple so dark it might as well have been black. Light seemed to radiate off of the wolf and blind Alfred for a moment.

The wolf tilted her- for it was female- head to the side and Alfred heard in his head a soft voice that seemed to hum out syllables. You are lost young one. Ask and I will guide you. With a start Alfred realized that this was his Spirit Guide. But… he vaguely remembered a time where he was not Alfred and when he had undergone the process to find his Spirit Guide and it had been a bald eagle. Why would he dream about a new one?

"Who are you?" he asked of the great wolf. She was silent for a long time before she chuckled and said, You would not recognize me, not after how long it has been. Perhaps one of my other forms you might remember. Following that cryptic answer, the wolf seemed to collapse in on itself, her image swirling before changing color and expanding into a woman. Her features seemed to be ever changing, not even her height remained the same. With wide eyes, Alfred acknowledged that he knew her.

You are strong still, stronger even. Do you remember when you were Maska? Alfred nodded, and noticing that he was still on the ground, pulled himself into a relaxed kneel. And do you remember why you were Maska? Do you remember the time before? When you flew as the ThunderBird? Do you remember why? Why? How were you born? From whom were you born?

As the relentless questions continued they rose in volume. Suddenly Alfred had a pounding headache that tore at his mind, making him dizzy and tearing out memories to flash before his eyes. None of them made sense, and half were ones Alfred didn't even know he had. But one thing was clear, this Spirit in front of him, the marvelous wolf guide and shifting-woman, was the Great Mother. His mother.

He set his astonished eyes on her and she gave him a soft smile. "Why did my magic choose a wolf that looked like you?" Alfred found himself asking. Sure it was rude but he was curious. She tilted her head in a way that was both smug and filled with amusement. Your magic didn't choose a wolf. I did. And I also told your magic to drop the enchantment it had been doing for so long. Alfred had a vague feeling that what his mother was saying had something to do with the fact that as a wolf he was female. You have hidden for so long. You have forgotten.

Alfred recognized that it was not an acquisition, just a fact his mother was stating but he still felt indignant. When you are released from the hold of my magic's influence, go home. Remember. Alfred felt the murky swirling that signified he was waking up from this dream. He was being pulled out in the most peaceful way. But just as he opened his eyes, he heard one last line from his mother. I have already lost one daughter.

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Alfred thought about his dream the entire ride home. And once he checked his magic, he did see that it had the influence of a Great Spirit on it. And for a Spirit to influence a once-was Spirit, even if he was no longer, well his mother was stronger now that she did not reside in the physical world.

Alfred hopped out of the car and followed Ludwig diligently into to house. From what he had gathered listening to the two brothers on the way back, there would be another meeting scheduled for one week from today in the same office building. The nations would go their separate ways and would attempt to gather information or find any leads that they could share when everyone gathered back again. Alfred didn't know what exactly they planned to do when they gathered in one week and severely hoped he would be in his real body by then so he could assuage their worries.

He followed Ludwig around the kitchen as he prepared dinner and attempted to listen to the soft music coming from the radio. But he kept zoning out until his ears pricked when Ludwig started singing along with the song currently playing. Alfred tilted his head at Ludwig in fascination. Not one of the nations would have said it was likely for the German to burst into song. What they would have said would be that he would not be a good singer. That was…. right on the high notes but once the song slunk low and steady, Ludwig was actually fairly nice to listen to.

Of course then Gilbert came in and belted out the chorus, falling into hysterics afterwards. Ludwig finished the dinner and served it while Gilbert refilled the dog bowls with kibble and water. Alfred ate his quickly and drained the water before curling up under the table, licking the scraps offered to him by Gilbert when Ludwig wasn't looking. Was it degrading? Maybe. But who was he to turn down real food in favor of the nasty dog stuff?

After the meal, Ludwig said he was tired and headed straight for bed, while Gilbert disappeared into his basement room. Alfred hesitated on where he wanted to go. He could bother Gilbert for a bit or he could follow Ludwig and sleep. With a shrug he decided to follow Ludwig upstairs.

Only problem? Ludwig had shut the door, and while Alfred was sure it wasn't locked, his current paws were too furry to get a good grip on the slippery doorknob. Why does that word have a silent k in it? He wondered as he headed toward the basement to bother Gilbert.

He sped down the stairs and skidded into Gilbert's room, narrowly missing sliding into the door. Gilbert looked up from the book (diary) he was writing in and sighed, pulling his comforter up further before Alfred could lay down and make that small feat impossible. Alfred curled up with his paws crossed over Gilbert's legs and his head resting in a comfortable enough position to stare at the albino man.

Gilbert pulled his book (diary) up again and continued to furiously write in it like there was no tomorrow. Alfred cocked his head and wined. Gilbert shushed him and continued to write for a few more minutes before putting the bo- screw it, no. Diary. Before putting his diary on his nightstand and placing his pencil gently into the wall. Alfred blinked at the pencil protruding from the wall and then blinked at the man who had thrown it. Gilbert gave one of his awesome smiles and turned out the lamp.

Alfred wined again but was shushed by Gilbert who then placed a hand behind Alfred's ear and absentmindedly scratched. If Alfred would have, he would have raised an eyebrow in an unimpressed manor. As it was, he settled for flopping sideways and smiling when Gilbert gave a grunt of pain. Alfred could have sworn he heard the Prussian say something along the lines of, "Damn, crazy heavy she-wolf," but that could have been some sort of lost-in-mental-translation thing because he was drifting asleep.

Alfred normally didn't dream. At least not pleasant ones that weren't a twisted memory come to haunt him. So having two dreams in one day was a nice surprize. Well, it would have been nicer had he remembered the second one so that when he woke up in the middle of the night he wouldn't have had a small freak out moment that caused Gilbert to wake up and a fist fight to ensue. Alfred won the fight by knocking the older man out and stumbled off the bed.

It took him a minute to realize that 1. He was human again and 2. He was naked. Like, butt/ stark/ birthday-suit naked. Talk about awkward.

Alfred suddenly blushed and practically flew to Gilbert's dresser, tearing it open and frantically scanning for pants. This reminded him to make sure he was male. He sighed when he saw he was. His magic gave an amused hum at him, which Alfred dutifully ignored. He grabbed a pair of pants and slipped them on, wincing at the tight nature of them and how short and low-hanging they were on him. Alfred took a few seconds to decide if he wanted to go steal from Ludwig instead. When he took one chafing step he decided he most definitely did.

Alfred returned the pants and instead grabbed a plain white T, something the elder man probably never wore. He slipped out of the basement and slowly crept up the stairs. He carefully turned the knob on the door and stepped inside.

The room was dark and quiet. Alfred hopped Ludwig would not wake up, that would be double the awkward. As Alfred slowly bent to dig through the carefully folded clothes, something jingled. He froze, a horrified expression slowly taking over his face. The tags that were attached to Sterling's collar always made a soft clicking noise when Alfred moved, but his fur mostly muffled it and he grew accustomed to the sound. But he was no longer a wolf. And the collar was still on.

Alfred slowly reached up and undid the collar, lowering it to the floor as he continued his search for pants. He nearly cursed when he realized that as a wolf he had better night vision and that the taunt of, "What? You get dressed in the dark or something?" had more truth in it than he was willing to admit to. Finally he felt the tough, lined fabric of jeans and pulled the pair out. He slipped them on and then slipped the shirt on too- he hadn't put it on yet due to paranoia that he might need it to whip Ludwig if he woke up. He's probably seen too many spy movies.

With the pants on and shirt hopefully not backwards, Alfred started to head for the door. A frown creased his forehead as he considered the collar laying on the ground. With a quick act on his impulse, Alfred snatched the collar from the ground and set it gently on the nightstand next to the bed. He gave a nod of approval and turned to leave, sure that the eyes he saw were just his imagi… imagination.

Alfred turned back to look at the eyes- yes, those were eyes- and willed himself not to gulp. Ludwig was staring at- ok, well he was glaring at him. One angry German who had been awake for who knows how long and one insane notion that maybe he was just dreaming with his eyes open.

Ludwig didn't say anything and neither did Alfred. They just stared at each other, one transforming from anger to confusion, the other going from startlement to a devilish grin. Alfred was always good at sudden. So sudden he did. He swooped in on Ludwig, and before the other could protest, locked his lips with the tiered German.

Alfred didn't know how to feel about the kiss, it was a spontaneous thing he did to hopefully keep Ludwig from doing… Doing what? Hn. Alfred could have sworn he had a plan. Nope, none came to mind. Well shit.

Ludwig groaned and placed a hand at the back of Alfred's neck, pulling him forward into the kiss and forcing him to place his own hand on the bed to keep from falling over. Alfred widened his eyes, sending them back and forth to try and figure out what was happening. So far he could see that the German had his hands out from under the covers, using them to pull Alfred deeper into the kiss- and bed. So yeh, Alfred might be freaking out right about now.

When Ludwig had pulled Alfred all the way onto the bed he paused his ministrations to murmur, "This is a dream, isn't it?" Alfred took a moment to process the German put responded in kind, "What else?" This was the perfect opportunity to escape with hopefully no damaged ego or damaged anything-else.

"I should wake up," Ludwig said, "Sterling won't like me having a wet dream while she's on the bed." Alfred blushed at his words but couldn't stop the sentence that flew from his own mouth. "Sterling isn't in the room; you closed the door before she could get in."

Ludwig gave him an odd expression before returning to attacking his mouth with kisses. Alfred tried not to moan, he really did. But it had been a very long time since anyone had kissed him and he wasn't at top mental health due to having recently shifted the skin he wore.

In panic Alfred said, "But you should wake up. Someone attacked Gilbert and you should go and check." Ludwig frowned at him so Alfred hurried on, "Dreaming is subconscious, but you are still aware. Makes sense that it would use a figure of a dream to tell you in the nondream-world something wasn't right, right?"

Ludwig nodded but gave Alfred a forlorn expression. Alfred sent him a soft smile, "I'll be here when you get back." Lie.

Alfred then hopped off the bed as soon as Ludwig closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn't know if Ludwig would re-wake up or go to sleep so he disappeared silently out the door, down the hallway, and out into the night; making his way to the nearest army base of his to call his boss.

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Wind rustled Alfred's hair. His cowlick bounced around before settling back in its stubborn position. Alfred was sitting on the roof of the building where the meeting would take place. It had been one week since his return to human form but he hadn't told anyone yet. Well, besides Mattie who he found in a hotel room and explained everything to him. Found might be more of a light term for it, he practically broke in and shook his brother awake.

Mattie had almost strangled him when he learned that Alfred had been the wolf and didn't even attempt to tell him. But then he burst out laughing at Alfred, at how he had lived as an overgrown house pet for nearly a week.

Alfred supposed it was laughable, but he couldn't laugh. He had enjoyed his time as the wolf, enjoyed observing the everyday lives of the two Germanic brothers and he had even enjoyed his … well, the kiss. All in all, it made him feel so cheap, like he had stolen a glimpse at something he should never have seen and then took it for himself and tossed it when it became convenient.

That's why he didn't tell anyone else- save his boss- of his "return." He wanted to make a grand entrance today and he also wanted to have a distraction from Ludwig and Gilbert. He didn't think he could confront those two calmly yet.

Alfred glanced at his watch and smiled. It was fifteen minutes past when the meeting was supposed to start. He turned his earpiece on and listens to the current conversation. Silent thank you to my awesome brother and his equal love for spy movies. The com. link he had set up with his brother was stuck to the underside of a table with gum, as per their plan, and Alfred could hear the conversation very clearly. And by conversation he meant tense atmosphere and bubbling soup that was Nations in a room that threatened to boil over into a fight. All that was needed to push it over now was-

Ah. Thank ye, Matthew. One of the few known facts about the Canadian Nation was that he was prone to use his near-invisibility to cause fights, mostly by bumping into other nations or shoving them or throwing things or saying he had overhear another nation calling someone bad names. Alfred made a mental note to buy his brother ice cream after this.

Once he was sure the fight was in full swing, he stood up and cracked his neck, stretching his arms and back. When he was finished shaking the cramps from his body, Alfred leaned forward, arms out front and legs bent, and then threw himself backwards in a giant arch.

His feet pushed him off the ledge he had been crouching on and his arms reached out to guide the flow of his body. When his fingers connected with the ledge above the window of the top story room the nations were in, Alfred tensed his muscles and used his abdominal muscles to swing his legs around faster and crash into the window, breaking it and propelling Alfred through the window and into another flip that landed him in crouch on the meeting table, one leg under him and the other completely straight out to the side while his opposite arm was flung out for balance and the other hand firmly planted on the table. Alfred slowly raised his head and was met with silence.

Alfred thought of saying, "Well this is awkward," but as it would not completely fit with his flippant American attitude he went with, "I didn't get the invitation to the party. Now that was rude." As he said that, he stood up and folded his arms.

Alfred gazed down at the assembled nations and fought the urge to give them a malicious smile. Instead he broke out into his loud and obnoxious laughter, not completely fakes as he was extremely amused at his own thoughts and the looks on their faces. Maybe he should be tested for schizophrenia.

Russia smiled into his scarf as he said, "Comrade Amerika has been found, so there s no further need for this meeting, da?"

That activated all the nations to start yelling at him and asking questions. Well, almost all nations. Alfred locked eyes for a moment with Ludwig who stood stock still and silent. Ludwig's eyes strayed to Alfred's shirt, the plain white one except for a pocket that rested over the left breast. The pocket had the logo of some soccer team, written "auf Deutsch" and three stripes of color. Black, red, and gold. Alfred let his eyes slide slowly from the logo to Ludwig's eyes and gave the man he had "borrowed" the shirt from a wink with a soft smirk.

Alfred only saw the faint dust of pink crawl across the German's face before he was swept up again in the onfront of angry and curious- too curious- nations.

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Alfred and Matthew found each other after the meeting that consisted mostly of Alfred making up some bullshit and tricking England into paying for the broken window. The two brothers gave each other half relieved half exasperated looks and turned to leave the building. Before they could though, Alfred was roughly shouldered out of the way by Ludwig, who stared forward like he was on a mission to leave the building in a fast and pissy way.

Alfred and Matthew shared a look before Mattie pulled Alfred out the door and down the street to where they could find ice cream. "He was probably upset about the window, Al. And he did recently loose his lapdog." Mattie sent him a coy smile as he spoke and opened the door for the two of them.

Alfred scrunched up his face in an, "oh, shut up" way and waltzed into the store and ordered for both himself and his brother. They had been getting ice cream so long that they could predict what the other would want in almost anyplace they went at anytime.

Alfred bit the inside of his cheek at what his brother had said though. There was an underlying, "I'm sure he wasn't mad at you for what he doesn't know." But that was the problem, Ludwig was smart, if he knew the dream was real- a stupid thing to do on his part, wearing that shirt he stole, put he just had to have the stupid impulse- what if he had but together that Alfred was the wolf and was upset with Alfred? Or what if he thought Alfred had stolen the wolf?

The lady at the counter handed Mattie the two ice creams as Alfred reached into his pockets to pay. He pulled out a wad of cash and started to count it but was distracted by a piece of folded paper stuck with the bright euros. He paid, got his change and shoved it along with the rest of the money back into his pockets but kept the paper out.

Alfred sat down next to Mattie and unfolded the paper while taking his ice cream. The paper was written on in strong, straight lines with precise curves. It read, "You have a lot of explaining to do Sterling. Your Friendship Garden, next Monday at noon. (I am not angry, I just want an explanation. For everything.)"

"What?" Matte asked. Alfred sent him a look over his ice cream as he placed the paper back in the pocket. "Germany has given me a summons of sort."

"What? When?" Alfred gave a soft smile to his brother at his concerned look and tone. "As we left the building I guess. He wants to meet in America to hear my explanation so he must really just want to know."

Matthew leveled a wise and heavy look onto Alfred. "Then tell him." Alfred tilted his head to the side in question. Matthew gave a slight nod and said, "Tell him everything; relationships can't be built on lies you know." Alfred took a moment to consider what his brother had said before giving him a shocked- not at all embarrassed at how well his brother had read him- look and slapped him on the shoulder. The two burst out laughing and left the store/cafe/whatever it was that they had walked into. The two North American brothers walked the rest of the way to Mattie's hotel laughing and eating ice cream, both creating their own plan to turn the upcoming confrontation with a certain German into a date.

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Badabing Badaboom. fin. Well then. This chapter was dedicated to everyone who took time out of their day to leave a review. Thank you. I also hope that anyone who was confused about any part in this story either had their questions answered or have come to the conclusion that my mind is too wild to follow.

Don't worry, if you have questions just leave one in a review I will attempt to answer it. Just know that most of this story was chocked full of my personal headcannons and meant to entertain. Feel free to complain about my horrible lie- That this had neither PrusAme or Germerica in it! Well to that say: Of course not! I never said it would, just that this was taking place in between the two romances. Sorry, but I suck at lovey-dovey stuff. Probably 'cause I'm heartless ;P

Again: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed and reviews are love. Favorites are life. And Follows are vague references to youtube videos.

Signing off from "Mein Amerikanischer Wolf" by GenderBender25