Because it was requested, I removed all eh's from Canada's speaking parts :'D

Well, I hope all eh's...I think a little slip up can be allowed right~? ||D Because I'm used to writing Canada with him saying eh at the end of every sentence =3= It's also very hard not to write ~ at the end of everything that is said XD because that's just the way I write normally~

Anyhoo~ Enjoy the chapter and I hope to update soon~

The Wonders of Anime Conventions

CHAPTER TWO

Matthew awoke the next morning because of the phone on the bedside cabinet, the situation he awoke in was not that simple to explain. A single word to explain it may be awkward or somewhere along those lines. Canada's cheek was pressed against America's chest, his arms were wrapped around the others waist and the others arms were wrapped around his own waist, although one of the hands and strayed a little lower than it should have. The phone stopped ringing and Matthew untangled his arms from around his brother and poked him in the chest a few times, "Al...Alfred..." Canada managed to squeak out as the situation fully dawned on him. Alfred's response was to pull Matthew closer into a tight hug.

"G'morning~" America smiled sleepily down at a blushing Canada (which is totally geographically incorrect) before sitting up as he let go of the other nation.

"G-good mo-morning Al..." Canada stuttered as he also sat up, a slight pout playing on his lips. Although Canada didn't notice he was pouting, America did and God did it take all the power in his body to refrain from sexing poor little unknowing Matthew up there and then. So America settled for stretching and standing up before raiding his bag for clothes as Canada went though his memory to make sure that he most definitely did not have sex with his brother last night; his butt didn't hurt so he assumed he hadn't.

A bag then proceeded to hit Canada in the face, which is a strange thought because bags do not usually have arms...let me rephrase it. A bag was then thrown at Canada's face. That bag did not miss it's intended destination.

"C'mon, get dressed Mattie," Canada moved the bag out of his face to see America smiling at him from the other side of the bed, "We have to go collect the passes remember?"

Canada averted his gaze down to the bag, "Oh...right...yeah..uhm," he looked back up to America, "Ah, what...what outfit am I supposed to be wearing today?"

America shrugged, "Military uniform?" he smiled softly at Canada, "You can choose bro."

Canada smiled back, "Yeah...military uniform sounds good," his and Alfred's eyes locked for a few seconds before he averted his gaze downwards towards the bag once again, a soft blush making it's way across his cheeks.

Alfred then began to tip the contents of his bag out onto the floor before sitting on the bed as he pulled his shirt on, his fingers tracing over the buttons as he began to fasten it up, "All good things come to those who wait," he thought as he became aware of Canada also beginning to button up his shirt behind him, "As long as the fish doesn't get away I'm fine with that...although a fish is nothing to compare Mattie to..." Alfred put on his tie and Matthew did the same behind him,"Unless I compared him to a mermaid...merman...he'd look cute as either~" he stood up and pulled on his trousers and two jackets with ease. He then proceeded to glare at his boots. Picking them up, he then attempted to pull them on with short, violent tugs before he fell backwards onto the bed and knocked Canada (who was in the process of pulling the leather bands over his head - God only knows what they were good for).

America pouted.

Canada hovered over him, a concerned yet slightly irritated look upon his face.

"Well at least it's geographically correct," Alfred beamed.

Canada sighed and walked over to America's side of the bed as the other nation sat up. He assessed the situation of America's boots and refrained from laughing, "You put it on the wrong foot," he smiled at America before kneeling down and taking off the boot - little did Canada know, America craved to see that kneeling down motion again, but for a completely different reason.

"And you didn't undo the zip on the boot," Canada undid the zip and carefully slid the boot onto the correct foot before doing the same with the other one. He looked up at his brother, "I assume you can lace them up yourself, eh?"

A small smirk danced across America's lips as he nodded, "Do you want me to help with your boots bro?"

"Already got them on," Canada said as he stood up and turned his back to America, hiding his slight blush, "N-now tie the laces up already Al."

America swiftly tied up the laces before standing up and hugging his brother from behind, his arms wrapping securely around the others waist as his chin found a place on Canada's shoulder, "I guess we should go collect the tickets then, hrmm?"

Canada nodded, a blush fully painted onto his cheeks.

"D'you want me to piggyback you?" America asked.

Canada then proceeded to smile, "G-go on then," he wriggled out of America's grasp and opened up the door, "Get ready to bend over Al," he grinned back at his brother who followed him out into the coridoor as he stepped out.

"Ohoho Mattie, I think you will be the one bending over in future," Alfred shot Matthew a grin before taking a few steps infront of the other and bending over so Canada could jump on his back. Which is what Canada did; I'm sure that if Canada had more confidence he would most definitely have slapped America's ass because well...dat ass.

America stumbled slightly but managed to stay upright as Canada pulled his goggles over his eyes before his arms founds a place wrapped loosely around America's neck, his legs then proceeding to wrap around his brother waist.

"You're a heavy bastard Mattie," Alfred laughed as he started walking towards the lift at the same pace one would usually go about walking.

"Hmph, maybe you're just weaker than you remember," Canada smirked and rested his chin on America's head.

"As if! I can still swing buffallo around," he smirked as they reached the lift and Matthew helped by pressing the button signalling that they wanted to go down.

"Sure, whatever you say Al," Canada nuzzled Alfred's hair, finding it's softness rather comforting as he resisted the urge to yank Nantucket.

"It's totally true though!" America pouted and the lift doors opened and he stepped in before he let Canada fall to his feet as he got off his back.

And this arguement continued throughout the procedure of them collecting their passes and entering the convention. Of course, Canada ended up winning but America still thought he was strong (pffft ha! Lies...just kidding~). The two nations looked around the stalls for a while, America picking up certain products on sale (which is how a stall usually works), Canada shouting (quietly) at him because he didn't want America to brake them and for them both to get into trouble and it ultimately resulting in Canada taking the product from America and placing it back on the stand before dragging America away. America pouted after, yet again, being dragged away from another stand...then he noticed another. A bright rainbow coloured flag and yes...yes it was that word Japan had told him about. That magnificent, beautiful, unf-tastic word. YAOI. America grabbed Canada's hand and dragged the unsuspecting nation that should have really suspected something - instead of admiring another cosplayer that was dressed as him and doing a rather good job at attempting to act invisible - over to the yaoi doujinshi stand.

"Getcher yaoi doujinshi! Hot! Saucy! Wet! And most definitely sexy!" the guy behind the stand (that was most definitely American - most likely from one of the Western states) shouted as they approached the stand. He smiled at them, "My, my, my. You two must be lookin' fer your Hetalia doujinshi, amirite?"

Canada blushed, he knew exactly what doujinshi was, "N-no we're ju-"

"Yep!" America cut him off, "What pairings do you have bro?"

The man behind the stand grinned and gestured to the three whole boxes of Hetalia yaoi doujinshi's before flicking through them, "Well you got yer USUK, yer KimichiBurger, yer CanUK, yer Franada, yer FrUS, yer USCan, yer Germancest and the rest," he pointed to a box, "This whole box is America pairings," he winked at America, "Yer cosplay is very well made, you look a lot like him."

America grinned, he felt he should have said something like, i"If only you knew,"/i but instead he said, "Thanks bro," and started flicking through the America box as Canada stood behind him, shocked beyond belief and blushing furiously.

"A-Alfred?" Canada spoke up as America finally found what he was looking for.

"Yeah bro?" he asked as he pulled a copy of every doujinshi from the section with a smirk.

"I-I...I didn't know you were into this kind of thing..." Canada stared at the ground because he most definitely knew he liked seeing guy on guy action, be it from DVD's and doujinshi's that Japan had leant him or from tapes France had showed him.

The nation grinned as he payed for the doujinshi's, "After the things Japan has shown me, it's hard not to be into this kind of thing bro," he took the bag from the guy behind the stand and thanked him before taking Canada's hand in his as he lead his brother away from the stall of gay and rainbows. Canada looked down at his and America's hands, their fingers laced together, and blushed before he decided to look at where he was going instead.

"I-it's a bit hot in here Al..." Matthew did a very bad job at hiding his blush.

America nodded, "D'you wanna go outside then?" he smiled softly at Canada, getting a little bit hot himself inside the layers of his military uniform.

"If you don't mind," Canada looked the small one or two centimetres of height difference up at America with a small smile and their eyes locked again.

"Okay," America said but they stayed there, looking into one another's eyes.

That was, until an England cosplayer hit Canada with a unicorn toy (of which was named Westy) before highfiving an America cosplayer as they skipped away. What had happened when Canada was hit with that unicorn on a stick was that Canada had fallen forwards. America was infront of him. Unsurprisingly they had kissed. Surprisingly they hadn't pulled back immediately but had, instead, taken a few seconds to do so and had done so rather slowly.

"So..." America smiled at Canada as he rubbed his neck sheepishly, aware that he himself was blushing as well as his cute twin brother, "Should we go outside then?"