I APOLOGISE FOR THE REAAALLY LATE UPDATE oTL I got tied up in homework and dA commissions ;w; AND it's a short chapter *sob* I promise to make it longer next time and to update some time next week ;w; I'm so sorry~ ENJOY THE CHAPTER ANYHOO~

America and Canada sat outside, rather awkwardly, on a bench. They didn't talk to each other as they watched the other cosplayers walk by, but instead gave quick, shy glances at one another (despite America being totally heroic and not at all socially awkward). Then the Host Club arrived. Canada saw a rather large and concerning frown spread across America's face just before the other nation stood up and walked over to the Tamaki that seemed to be flirting with a Ukraine. The hero poked Tamaki's chest, "Japan told me about y'all little host club you have here," America stated, the frown now having settled on his face.

Tamaki smiled at America and offered him a rose, "Why, of course you will have heard of us! We are the Our-" America snapped the rose in half and glared at the Tamaki.

The Tamaki pouted. Alfred F(uck Yeah) Jones continued talking, "You're from France's place aren't you? Well, us Americans have names for you - most of which are very unpleasant and I'd rather not say them infront of Mattie - so I'd like you to get the hell out of my country! Because you're not heroic enough to be here!" America seemed happy with how well his speech had gone. Canada honestly couldn't see the point in it.

Tamaki looked rather hurt, "Not heroic enough?"

"Nope," America said, "So you and that boy girl thing you love so much that's obviously in love with that twin," America gestured towards the twins, not really pointing at either of them, "Can get the hell out bro."

They returned to the hotel early that day. America returned with doujinshi and a black eye. Canada returned with nothing new really. The blonde sighed as America sat on the bed before he proceeded to rub his temples, "Why did you even start that argument in the first place, Al?"

America stayed quiet.

Matthew frowned and moved closer to America, cupping his brother's cheek in his hand before tilting the other nations face upwards to examine the damage. He could feel slight warmth in his hand as he moved closer to America's face before he ran his fingers gingerly over the slightly bruised skin, "...this looks rather bad," Canada frowned slightly.

America felt that if Canada got any closer he was most likely going to end up pushing him backwards onto the bed and America was not the type of guy to be topped. So, America brought his own hand up to cup Canada's cheek before bringing his brother's head gently down before their lips met.

Canada blushed furiously and pulled back after a few seconds, "Alfred I-" he was cut of mid sentence as America's arms wrapped around his waist and he was pulled onto the other nations lap. He was then kissed again, this time with more meaning, and he kissed back, his arms slowly finding their way around Alfred's neck.

Matthew didn't know how but at some point during the kiss, he ended up on the bottom, withnhis back against the bed, a little while before they parted for breath.

"You're beautiful," he had heard his brother say as his hands had trailed down his shirt covered chest slowly, slowly down to the top of his trousers. America undid the button and unzipped the zip before slipping his hand inside Canada's boxers. Canada then kicked America in the chest, blushing furiously, "W-what the hell do you think you're doing, eh?"

America coughed hoarsely a few times before staring at Canada, "C-coming onto you?" he blinked a few times, "You seemed pretty okay with it from what I could feel bro."

The blush darkened and spread further across Canada's cheeks, "You're my brother Alfred!" Canada shook his head and sat up on the bed as America took a step back, "It's wrong and vile and disg-"

"You're only saying that because it's what other people have told you Mattie," America said and Canada blinked. He honestly couldn't think of anything to say back to America, so the pair decended into a silence lined with panting and occassional coughing from Alfred.

"Take me home."

The statement came as a shock to America, "W-what?"

"I said, take me home..." Canada was staring intensively at his lap, his hands folded and knuckles white as they clenched together. Once again, the statement came as a shock (although slightly softer this time around).

He blinked, "Why?"

"Because I don't want to be here, Alfred," came the quick response from the Canadian opposite him, "S-so take me home..."

America furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Canada for a few seconds as he gathered the words to say, "I-I...I'm not taking you home Mattie."

It was only when Canada lifted his head to look up at him, that he saw that his brother was actually crying, tears rolling slowly down his cheeks in an unsteady pattern, "P-please America..."

America frowned and wrapped his arms around Canada before pulling him closer, hugging the other as close as he possibly could, "Mattie..." he nuzzled Canada's neck, "I'm not taking you home today b-but," he swalled, "If you feel the same way in the morning I will," he pulled back to smile softly at Canada and wiped his eyes for him, "I-if you want, I'll sleep on the floor."

Canada shook his head, "N-no," he smiled shakily at America, "I-I don't mind you sleeping in the same bed."

He smiled a little more and kissed Matthew's forehead, "Okay then."

America went to got get undressed but Canada hugged him closer again, burying his face in the others chest, "S-sorry for over reacting eh."

The Hero blinked before wrapped his arms around Canada and nuzzled the top off his head with his chin, "Don't be Mattie, I shouldn't have pushed you to do something like that."

"C-can we hug when we go to sleep like we did last night?" Canada looked up at him from his chest and America smiled.

"Of course we can," he kissed Canada's nose, "We can do anything you want Mattie. Just tell me and I'll do it, as long as I don't have to take you home."

The Canadian nodded and hugged America tighter before letting go and smiling softly at his brother, "W-we should g-get undressed then, eh?"

America nodded, "D-do you want me to get changed in another room or are you okay with me getting changed in here?"

"It's not like I haven't seen you get undressed before eh," Canada smiled and stood up from the bed, walking over to his side and beginning to take off his clothes.

"True," Alfred smiled and took off all his clothes until he was in just his boxers and shirt, Canada doing the same, before climbing into bed. Canada wrapped his arms around America's waist and buried his face in Alfred's chest as said Alfred hugged him closer, calming, warm hands making their way around his waist, hugging from his lower back.

"I love you, Alfred."

"I love you too, Matthew."