Derp, I said I'd update quickly...I lied ||D I'm so sorry for the lack of updates on this and my lack of overall activity here.

This'll be one of those stories I update as I feel fit (eventhoughwhenIupdateitit'satastupidlatedateandsuch) with such short updates :'D

But I will not give up until there is a happy ending and this is finished *insert determined hero fist pump motion here*

And then I'll write a fanfiction where Canada goes crazy~ nyoro~n, Smut next chapter ||D I'll try to update soon, kiddies~~

ENJOY~

Matthew awoke the next day to Alfred laid ontop of him, pressing him against the bed, still asleep. He sighed and pushed at his brother, "America...can you maybe get off of me, eh?"

America mumbled something in his sleep before wrapping his arms around Canada's chest, hugging the other closer and pushing down on him at the same time, causing Canada to blush and push at his brother more frantically, "A-Americaaa..." he whimpered, "I can't breathe you fat hoser." He poked Alfred's nose. America sneezed and opened an eye, "Mmmhrmrhmm..."

"In English please," Canada smiled at him.

America yawned, still laying ontop of Canada, "What time is it, bro?"

He rubbed at one of his eyes before rolling off of Canada so that he could check the clock. Matthew did so and stood up before stretching, "Hrmm...it's 9 o'clock, Al~" he said as he turned back around to face Alfred with a small smile, "What should we wear today?"

America sighed and got out of the bed, stretching himself, before slinking over to Canada and wrapping his arms around the other's waist, hugging him close, "I don't know, I don't feel like going casual though and I feel we should keep the teen outfits for tomorrow," he rested his chin on Canada's shoulder, "How about we just swap clothes?"

Canada blinked, "That...doesn't make sense Al..."

America nuzzled Canada's neck for a second before pulling back to yawn, "Yeah it does bro, y'see, I've seen fanart of us and we're like wearing eachothers clothes and it says 'change' next to it and stuff," Alfred smiled, obviously thinking he was a genius, obviously wrong.

Matthew sighed and decided there was no point in arguing with his over excited brother as he stood up from the bed, "Fine...we'll do that, I bet your clothes are way too big for me though." he smiled at America before picking up the others jacket.

He was nearly dying. Why? Why did America need to be this heavy? Canada whimpered as he tried to keep America on his back, "W-why're you so heavy Alfred?" he whispered out as his legs began to wobble under the weight.

"Because I'm a hero," America grinned.

"You're still h-heav-WHOA!" Canada fell on his face.

America fell ontop of him.

People took photographs.

Canada nearly cried.

"G-get off of me America."

"Why~?" America smiled from ontop of Canada and moved so he was stradling the others back, much of his weight taken off of the poor nation.

"Becauseyou'reheavyyoufathoser," Canada breathed out as his breathing space because bigger and the amount he could breathe in increased, along with the face that he was able to do such an activity as such.

America pinged the goggles from Canada's uniform and flinched slightly as they hit his forehead, "Then grow a pair, bro?" He hero laughed and began massaging Canada's back...in the middle of the Convention.

Those were some damn happy fangirls.

Canada squirmed around a bit before giving up and letting America massage his back, "...this feels awkward..."

America raised an eyebrow and continued massaging Canada, ignoring some flashes from the corner of his eye, "How so, Mattie?"

"It just feels weird..." the poor boy shifted around a bit before giving up and resting (again) his face on the floor.

America furrowed his eyebrows, "D'you want me to stop?" he asked, a bit uncertain of the question at first.

The smaller (yet somehow bigger) nation sighed before smiling faintly, "Do whatever you want Al, I just really need to pee."

"Oh..." Alfred stood up and helped Matthew up with him, "Then lets go to the toilets bro~" he laughed and ran towards them, dragging his brother behind him.

The water ran over his hands like a soothing current of warmth and Canada sighed before smiling softly and tucking his hair behind his ear. The toilet was rather empty, which was rather strange for a convention...there again Alfred had practically drop kicked the door down in order to get in, that would have probably scared quite a few people away. But, that was how his brother was; optimistic, outgoing, courageous bit of a toss pot, Matthew laughed quietly.

Arms wrapped around his waist and he looked up into the mirror to see that Alfred was hugging him, "What's so funny, Mattie?" the other asked as he rested his chin on the Canadian's shoulder and reached out to wash his hands under the tap.

Canada smiled, "It's nothing, Al."

"If you say so," America smiled softly and kissed at his neck, causing the poor guy to blush and tilt his neck slightly.

Alfred, obviously seeing this as an open invitation and as a rather encouraging gesture, continued kissing and bit down on the others neck softly, earning a soft gasp in return to his boyish shenanigans. Matthew blushed harder and, being the voice of cockblock I MEAN reason whispered softly, "I don't think we should be doing this here, A-Al..."

America mumbled against Canada's neck, "What about in one of the cubicles, hmm?" he mumbled as he slipped a thumb into the waist band of the blushing nation's pants, dragging it along to the button and fiddling it, not really intending to undo it without permission. He looked up, his childish gaze meeting Matthew's rather shocked one in the mirror. He raised an eyebrow to show he was still waiting for an answer.

Matthew sputtered slightly; he wanted to push Alfred away and say no but...at the same time, he felt that he actually wanted, nay, needed this, for Alfred to touch him, to love him, but...a toilet cubicle wasn't the best of places...

He blushed darker before staring Alfred straight in the eyes, in the mirror, and nodding slowly, "I-I..." he swallowed, "I don't see what harm it could really do..." he smiled sofly and Alfred grinned, pulling the other into the nearest cubicle and locking the door.

"I love you Mattie," he smiled softly at the other.

"I love you too, Al," Matthew couldn't help but smile back, a sense of faint security spreading throughout his body, and he kissed the other on the lips before smiling more, "So much."