Alfred jumped awake his stomach churned as a cold sweat coved his body making him sick he curled up under the blankets; pressing his knees to his forehead he fought back fear and panic that the nightmare's had brought. He took in a deep breath pushing back the memories and fear that shoved forward. After a few minutes he pushed the covers back, looking around at the familiar room posters lined the walls a small window sat to his left. Across the room his twin brother flipped over in his bed curling up to white stuffed bare. He sighed with relief and stood looking into a full length mirror that hung on the bed room door. His blonde hair was mess from the nights sleep only thing that seemed normal was the annoying curl that stuck up; he had nicknamed it Nantucket when he was little. Thin small scars that had shrunk over time dotted his body only one that had never changed was a dark grey scar in the shape of the USA that lay across his left shoulder. His brother whimpered in his sleep and flipped over again; his blanket slid down, to reveal a map of Canada deeply burned into his shoulder. Mattie jumped up tears were streaming down his cheeks; his purple eyes filled with fear as he frantically looked around every part of his body trembled with fear.

Alfred sat down, throwing his arm around Mattie "its ok Mattie I will protect you; cause I am the hero" Mattie nodded wiping away the tears.

"Now come on and get ready I think Arthurs cooking again" Alfred shuttered at the idea of eating burnt scones or whatever author had prepared. He graved his old brown leather jacket of a chair

"If we're quick we can something on the way to class" Mattie nodded and started to change as Alfred headed out door. He sighed Mattie hadn't spoken since they were little everyone thought he was just a mute Alfred had tried hard to get him to talk again nothing ever worked

Shouts came from the kitchen it sounded like Francis and Arthur were at it again.

"How do you expect me to write like this I need inspiration" came the French mans thick accent

"You have had enough time for inspiration you're late by three chapters and if you don't get them done today; as you editor I will chain you to this desk until you finish them." an angry Arthur shouted.

Alfred stepped into a scene of chaos, the French man named Francis sat at the table that was covered in stacks of paper. He had his blue suite on and a large glass of whine sat on the table. The British man with green eyes and a green suite on leaned over him glaring.

"Bloody frog if you don't hurry we will be late for the autograph session for your new romance line"

"than let us go I will finish this chapter tonight" whined Frances

"no your finishing this chapter now"

"but if you rush me it will hinder my creativity and you don't want that. what if I loose fans because you rushed my work?"

England sighed in frustration "Fine! go get the car you Twat. And you two" he turned towards Alfred and Canada who were quietly watching from the doorway.

"Get going or you'll be late and Alfred be ready and get here right after school you have a match today"

"with who?"

Author smiled "last years champ we got paid big bucks to show if you win its triple"

Alfred sighed "fine than I get 75% of winning"

"40%"

"No I wont fight unless I get at least 60% and you will have to pay them back for the ring rent and interest" Alfred smiled he knew he had the Britain.

"Fine! 60%. What type of children have you raised Frances to have them talk back to the person who has sheltered them and feed them" author grumbled

"Me? I did not raise that one with the awful fashion sense. I raised little Mattie and he came out so cute and well behaved unlike your rough Alfred" the French man blew a kiss and ducked back out of the front door in time to avoid two hard, brunt scones that had been thrown at his head.