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Happy New Year! 2014~

Sorry this chapter is so freaking long. I think I must have rewritten it like 4 times because I wasn't satisfied.

...I'm still not satisfied.

As promised, here's your AmeCan! Hope you enjoy it~

-(SC)- = Scene Change

~(TS)~ = Time Skip

'Thoughts' "Speech"

Warnings for - Gourmet Sugar Cookies, Relentless Canadians, Hair pulling, and Secret Acts of Affection.

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The Spark of Clarity

Matthew let out a tired yawn as he made his way from the upstairs bathroom, down the hall to his bedroom. He had taken a quick shower before bed and was now dressed in some warm nightclothes, appropriate for the chilly weather outside.

The Canadian wasn't in the best of moods but now that his houseguests were downstairs and asleep, he didn't have to keep up his polite mannerisms any longer. Today had been very unexpected with the arrival of the Italian twins, and it had made things even more complicated than they already were.

Matthew let out a heavy sigh as he approached his bedroom. 'I wonder what they're doing.' He thought to himself as he put a hand to the door and pushed it open quietly. Alfred had taken his belongings and gone up to Matthew's room to check on Kumajiro almost an hour ago, he had been missing ever since. The room was dark with nothing but the glow of the TV to cast shadows on the walls. Since the walk down the hallway had also been dark, Matthew didn't have to wait for his eyes to adjust for him to spot his precious polar bear companion.

Kumajiro was sitting on the end of the bed staring at the TV with great fascination. Behind him, Alfred was laying on top of the comforter in his usual spot on the left side of the bed. The American was in his nightclothes as well and was turned over on his side, most likely sleeping. Matthew let out a quiet laugh as he shut the door behind him. He then made his way over to his bear and sat down on the end of the bed beside him.

"What are you watching..?" Matthew asked quietly as he directed his attention to the screen. The volume was turned down a little but it was quite obvious that this was a cooking channel. Kumajiro immediately hushed him as the pretty lady in the frilly pink apron began to talk.

"Ah, look at that golden brown." The lady said as she carefully took a hot tray of freshly baked cookies out of a large oven and set them down on a wire rack. "Now we just need to let them cool for a few minutes." She informed as she faced the screen again with a motherly smile. "Luckily, I have another batch right over here that we can start on. I made these a little while ago, so they are cool enough to decorate."

Both Kumajiro and Matthew watched in silence as she walked over to another counter with various bowls of toppings.

"Now what should we use first?" The woman asked as the scene panned over the assortments.

"Frosting." Kumajiro demanded as quietly as he could. "Use the frosting." Matthew turned and gave the small bear a funny look.

"You know," Matthew started as he lifted an eyebrow at the serious posture his little bear had taken. "you won't be able to eat those cookies even after they're done." Kumajiro didn't reply to that as he chose to ignore his owner's depressing comment. Matthew rolled his eyes as he let out a small breath then turned back to watch the screen. The lady had in fact chosen to use the frosting and was now expertly coating each cookie with a layer of light pink. A few minutes later the teen tried to cover a yawn, he had grown bored with the show and the hectic day was catching up to him.

"Five more minutes, Mr. Kumacookie. We need to get up early tomorrow." Matthew reminded quietly as he gave his bear a small pat on the head and stood up. Kumajiro waved him off grumpily and leaned to the side to get a better view of the TV, completely disregarding his owner's words. Matthew ignored the usual reaction from his polar bear companion and made his way over to the right side of the bed. He then carefully sat down next to Alfred, trying his hardest not to jostle the bed too much.

Matthew turned to stare thoughtfully down at his brother. The American looked utterly exhausted. He really wasn't surprised about this, Alfred always got tired before he did at night. He was one of those 'early to bed, early to rise' sort of people, whereas Matthew was the night owl of the two. Although today, Alfred was probably extra tired, seeing as how he had been trying keep up appearances like he always did around the other nations. He had undoubtedly worn himself out.

'You're going to make yourself sick again if you keep this act up all month, Alfie…' Matthew silently scolded as he reached over and brushed some of the wheat blonde hair away from his twin's face. It was actually quite hypocritical of him since he also acted differently around the other nations. However the way he acted was much more reserved and less energetic than his hyperactive twin.

Matthew felt a frown form on his face as he stared at his brother. He had been kind of hoping Alfred would still be awake. Matthew hadn't gotten to spend any time with him today. Not alone anyway. Feliciano had kept Alfred quite occupied throughout most of the day, leaving little time for anything else. It left Matthew feeling as if he had been forgotten. He hated that feeling. Especially if he felt like he was being forgotten by Alfred. That always hurt a lot more than being dismissed by the other nations.

Matthew let his eyes travel over to the digital clock on the nightstand behind his brother. Looking past his twin's glasses, the bright blue digits of the device informed him that it was only 9:30.

'No wonder I'm not tired yet.' The teen thought, looking back to his brother. He bit down on his bottom lip subconsciously. It might be selfish of him, but he wanted to spend some time alone with his twin and the opportunity had finally presented itself. Plus, it was still so early. That was a good enough reason to wake him up, …right?

'Right.' Matthew thought as he smirked lightly down at the peacefully sleeping American. Besides, he felt he deserved some kind of payback for being ignored all day. The Canadian carefully slid closer to his twin. He then reached over and gently shook his shoulder. Alfred mumbled something incoherent before rolling over onto his back. He then resumed his slow breathing. Matthew sat back on his knees with a small pout.

"Why do you have to be such a heavy sleeper…?" Matthew grumbled as he leaned over and gently poked his twin's cheek. This was a usual tactic both of them shared when they wanted to get the other's attention. Still, he received no reaction from his brother.

Not giving up, Matthew eyed Nantucket. There was an unspoken agreement between them when it came to touching the other's ahoge. Matthew bent down with a sly smile. There were always loopholes. After taking in some air, the teen slowly released his warm breath over the rebellious tuft, just like one would do if they were trying to warm their hands on a cold winter's day. Matthew watched with interest as Alfred's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and his lips parted to release a soft moan.

Matthew unconsciously swallowed as he felt his cheeks heat up. Hearing his twin make that kind of sound just made the Canadian that much more possessive of him. Matthew's violet eyes were drawn to the American's lips and he began to stare. He wouldn't lie, ever since last month he had been obsessing over that moment. He had been craving to kiss Alfred for so long and it had ended too suddenly. Before his last visit to his brother's house, Matthew had been wondering if he would ever again experience the sensation of Alfred's lips against his. But when it had finally happened, after all these years of waiting, the teen felt as if he had reawakened an old addiction that he had been suppressing for an unimaginably long time; it was intoxicating.

Matthew gave a small frown before covertly eyeing his polar bear companion. Kumajiro was still mesmerized by the TV screen and appeared to be ignoring them completely. Satisfied, Matthew looked back to his brother. He hesitated for a moment before putting one hand on the other side of Alfred to support his weight as he leaned down to face him.

Matthew stared down at his twin as he felt his shyness trying to take over. He pushed his worries aside as best he could. There were always worse ways of waking someone up. Besides… nothing else seemed to be working.

After one last moment of hesitation, Matthew lowered his face to Alfred's. He ghosted his lips over his brother's before gently pressing down. A painful sting of nostalgia came over Matthew as the familiar soft feel of his twin's lips against his own brought back some old memories. It hurt because it reminded him that Alfred no longer shared these memories with him. They had somehow been lost. That realization always left Matthew with a feeling of forlorn. The teen tried to push those thoughts away as he concentrated on moving his lips over Alfred's in a carefully contained manner, since acting impulsively would be unwise. It didn't take long after that for the American to finally stir, his breathing being disrupted ever so slightly. The Canadian took that as his cue and forced himself to pull away, resisting the strong urge to reconnect.

"That's not how they did it… you're doing it all wrong." Alfred mumbled sleepily as he opened his azure eyes to stare up at Matthew. The Canadian quirked an eyebrow as he stared down at his brother questioningly. His twin always had something weird to say when he was woken up from a heavy sleep. Alfred blinked a few times as an obscure memory slowly faded away from him yet again. His eyes then focused on Matthew and a light smile appeared on his face as if finally noticing him. "Oh, hey Mattie." He greeted pleasantly.

Matthew felt a strange sense of disappointment come over him. He was sort of hoping Alfred would have been aware of what he had just done, but it seemed the American was clueless as usual. Matthew pursed his lips into a small pout. Again, he felt as if he was being ignored.

"Uh-hey…" Matthew replied quietly as he sat back on his knees. His face still showing his disappointment. He then turned his head away to look at the nearby wall and sighed dejectedly. "What were you dreaming about?" Matthew asked, though he wasn't really that interested. "Did someone forget to add the chocolate in the smores again?" He smirked, trying to put a little humor in so he didn't sound too depressed. The smirk slowly faded when he didn't receive a response to his sarcastic remark. When Matthew turned back to find out why, he deadpanned. The American was sound asleep again.

The Canadian's eye twitched with irritation. "That's it, Al. You're going to wake up whether you like it or not. I'll get some ice if I have to." Matthew threatened as he leaned in to glower at his brother. The only response he received was a goofy grin. Alfred had obviously jumped right into the middle of one of his superhero dreams, despite the fact that he had just been awake not 40 seconds ago. Matthew narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He then, without any further consideration, flopped over onto Alfred's stomach, knocking the air out of him.

"Ah.. My breadbasket…!" Alfred wheezed, his eyes snapping open in shock.

"Oh good, you're awake.." Matthew said calmly, still laying across his twin.

"Mattie… you need to lay off… the pancakes…!" Alfred breathed as he pulled his arms out from underneath his brother.

Matthew lifted himself up a little so he could turn and pout at Alfred, his face flushed ever so slightly at the accusation. "Take it back, I don't weigh that much and you know it..!" He whisper shouted back defensively.

"Oh yeh..?" Alfred challenged as he lifted his eyebrows at his brother. "Tell that to poor Iowa." Matthew gave the American a small frown as he continued his allegations. "Illinois' not too happy either. Neither is Nebraska." He claimed as he wiggled a little underneath his twin. "I think you totally squashed Minnesot- Ah!" Alfred gasped as his underarms were attacked, effectively ending his rant.

"I'm not heavy!" Matthew snapped as his fingers retaliated with relentless tickling. This was something only their immediate family knew about. Alfred was unreasonably ticklish under his arms. It was also a sure way to shut him up, if you could catch him off his guard. Unfortunately, Alfred knew exactly where Matthew's ticklish spot was as well. And turnabout was fair play after all.

Through his flailing and gasping laughter, Alfred seized the opportunity to attack his twin's sides in the exact same fashion he had just been treated to. A gasp instantly hitched in Matthew's throat as he leaned back and out of reach, before sitting down on his twin's lap. Somehow during his own assault, he had found himself straddling Alfred for optimum access to his ticklish area.

After he had finally caught his breath, the American took the time to smirk up at his Canadian brother mischievously. "Is the view better from there or something?" He asked teasingly. His words earned him an almost instant blush, though his brother didn't seem to be in any hurry to move. Alfred noticed a few seconds ago that Matthew had been watching him in silence while he was trying to catch his breath. His twin had had a far away look on his face as if he were daydreaming. This wasn't the first time Alfred had caught him spacing out like this though, so he wasn't that worried. Although his brother always seemed to pick the weirdest times to zone out.

"Don't think this is over, Mattie." Alfred said in mock threat. "You can't just squash someone in their sleep, then try to tickle them to death and get away with it." He warned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position to face his brother.

Matthew frowned slightly, still feeling a bit annoyed, but he didn't make any attempt to move from his spot. "What are you going to do about it, eh?" He asked in a confident tone, though he was feeling a bit awkward in their current position. Perhaps 'awkward' wasn't the right word. Nervous maybe? For a few reasons. Either way, he was glad he was finally getting a reaction from his twin. He had Alfred's attention all to himself now.

Alfred found himself grinning at Matthew's response. It sounded like a challenge and he of course, would gladly accept. Leaning closer, he came within a few inches of his twin's face and gave him a sly smile. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?" He whispered back in reply.

A shiver ran through Matthew's body making him swallow in anticipation when he felt Alfred's hot breath on his lips. He subconsciously began to gravitate forward, but before the teen could further sabotage his calm demeanor, he felt his brother's legs move from behind him and he was pushed backwards onto the bed with a little more force than was necessary.

"Al, you jerk!" Matthew hissed as he shot a dirty look up at his twin. Alfred didn't bother to reply to that as he smirked arrogantly down at the Canadian. He then bent over him, while slowly sliding his hands underneath his brother's nightshirt. Despite his grumpy disposition, Matthew felt his cheeks begin to heat up even more as he felt Alfred's warm hands rest on his sensitive midriff. They lingered there momentarily before they began to slide up, towards his chest. Matthew's breathing changed slightly as his back involuntarily arched a fraction of an inch. The Canadian tilted his head back a little as he felt his body begin to betray him. To his horror, he caught sight of his familiar furry white companion still watching the TV, his shoulders hunched over a bit in obvious annoyance. Matthew's eyes widened, realizing he had completely forgotten about Kumajiro. He then quickly snapped his attention back to his brother. The Canadian's body was already initiating a force cool down in embarrassment.

"Al, w-wait. We-" Matthew's urgent plea was interrupted when Alfred's fingers slid to the Canadian's sides and began tickling with a vengeance. Matthew took a sharp intake of breath and tried to roll over and out of reach. He found he was unable to due to the fact that his brother was firmly planted between his legs. They were in an unbearably awkward position, but Matthew couldn't point that out through his fits of laughter.

Kumajiro growled quietly to himself as the bed was jostled again and as his favorite person's laughter drowned out the pretty woman's voice on the TV. Just a short while ago, the small bear had had the same problem when his owner's obnoxious other half had muted the show with his own laughter. Now they were both making way too much noise. One more jostle of the bed and Kumajiro whipped his head around to glare grumpily at them. They were after all being very inconsiderate.

"Stop shaking the bed!" Kumajiro demanded, irritation seeping from his voice. His words bounced off the North American twin's as if they were as intimidating as party balloons. The small polar bear felt a pout coming on as he gripped the TV remote tighter between his paws.

One startled yelp and two heavy thuds later, Kumajiro turned back around to watch his show with a feeling of great accomplishment.

"Oww…" Alfred whined as he pulled himself from the floor. He then reached around and put a hand to the back of his already sore head. "Not cool, Bear Dude…" He grumbled as he felt a dull throbbing pain start once the initial sting was over with.

"Serves you right, Al." Matthew scolded as he pulled himself from the floor as well, while panting heavily. He felt even more grumpy than he did before. Mostly because he was disappointed with himself and embarrassed that he seemed to have so little control over his actions around his brother. Not to mention he felt as if Alfred had been teasing him. That just made him feel even worse.

Alfred watched in silence as Matthew finally caught his breath. The unhappy expression on his twin's face was starting to make him feel bad. He had only wanted to get a reaction from Matthew. He just never expected to get such a strong reaction. Still… the response he received from his brother was encouraging. Perhaps what happened last month wasn't a fluke after all. There was only one way to find out for sure though…

"Mattie." Alfred said softly, getting his twin's attention.

"What is it..?" Matthew replied sullenly as he looked over to the American. Alfred didn't say anything as he reached out and took hold of Matthew's glasses. The Canadian simply sighed and let his eyes look away to the draping comforter beside him, thinking that his brother only wanted to straighten the wire frames on his face, for they were still a bit crooked after his fall from the bed. However, when his glasses were actually removed, Matthew looked back to Alfred with a bit of confusion. To his absolute surprise, Alfred leaned forward and captured his lips in an unexpected kiss. The Canadian sat there in stunned silence as he felt his grumpiness melt away like ice on a summer day. He had been wanting to do this for weeks, but now that it was actually happening, his body had somehow forgotten what to do next. It was only when Alfred hesitated then began to pull away, did Matthew react.

The lack of an instant response from his twin had unnerved Alfred slightly, but his growing worries quickly subsided when Matthew finally reciprocated in what felt like an almost desperate fashion. The American felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he returned with a newfound confidence. Just like last time, this felt so familiar. So natural. Kissing Matthew ignited a feeling of warm nostalgia deep within him, as if there were moments in time that he so desperately needed to remember. Though, no matter how hard he tried, they were always just below the surface.

Matthew felt his back press against the side of the bed as Alfred leaned into him in a more dominating way. The Canadian smirked into the kiss. 'Even without your memories, you're still the same. Eh, Al?' He mused as he let his fingers slide through his twin's hair. Alfred jerked back slightly and gasped when Nantucket was "accidentally" brushed back with the rest of his wheat blonde locks. Matthew took this opportunity to lean forward and deepen the kiss. To his delight, Alfred didn't object to the intrusion as his tongue met his brother's in a most familiar way. Matthew relished the moment as he let his hands slide to Alfred's chest where he curled his fingers into the soft fabric of his twin's nightshirt.

A shiver ran through the Canadian as his brother placed a warm hand on the side of his neck. It lingered there for a moment before sliding upwards under Matthew's wavy honey blonde hair, leaving a tingling sensation in it's wake. Alfred traced his brother's jawline with his thumb before coming to a stop right below his ear. Matthew hummed softly as he felt his twin's thumb gently rub small circles into the sensitive area.

The light vibrations only seemed to add to the passionate nature of the kiss, making Alfred hum back as if by some kind of strange sympathetic response only they understood. Even as the American's mind slowly took a backseat, he couldn't help but faintly wonder if his body knew more than he did in this moment as he strategically placed a knee between his twin's legs and leaned forward, gently pushing him back against the side of the bed once more.

Without thinking, Alfred lifted his other hand to Matthew's hair. He then carefully twirled a finger into his twin's ever present curl before giving it a gentle tug. To his pleasure, a deep moan escaped his brother as his fists tightened, pulling down on the soft material he was grasping. Before they could take this any further however, a small voice broke through to them, effectively halting their actions.

"Be quiet!" Kumajiro snapped out in annoyance. He would have tossed something if he hadn't already used that card. "She's fixing to add the sprinkles!" He grouched as he tried to ignore the odd sounds coming from behind him.

Both teens reluctantly forced themselves to break away, denying their strong magnetic desire to reconnect to the other. Alfred sat back down on the cold hardwood floor and panted heavily as he stared over at Matthew. The Canadian stared back at him as he leaned his weight against the side of the bed, trying to catch his breath as well.

Kumajiro growled lightly, finally deciding to give up on his show. He then turned and padded over to the side of the bed to glower down at his owner after giving his owner's doppelganger an equally aggravated glance. "What were you doing?" He asked, his voice now showing how tired he was. Matthew tilted his head up to greet his polar bear companion with a light blush.

"Nothing.." Matthew and Alfred both replied in unison, while one wore a faint smirk and the other a frown. Kumajiro raised his head to look at the American then gave him a blank stare.

"I'm going to sleep..." The small bear grumbled. He then turned and padded over to the end of the bed again and curled up on the soft comforter, deciding he was done with both of them for the night.

A quiet laugh brought Matthew's attention back to his brother just in time to see him push himself from the floor and back onto his feet. Alfred then bent over and held his hand out while giving his twin a small smile. Matthew mimicked his expression as he accepted the kind gesture.

Once Matthew was back on his feet, Alfred tugged the Canadian to him by his elbow and embraced him in a warm hug. He was unbelievably relieved that his brother hadn't changed his mind since last month. He had been slightly worried that that might have been the case since his twin was so standoffish today, but his concerns had been greatly reduced during the span of only a few minutes. Alfred released a small sigh as he rested his chin on his brother's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Matthew paused for a second before wrapping his arms around his brother as well and breathing in his scent. In spite of the warm fluttering feeling he was still experiencing within himself, he couldn't help but notice the underlying sadness in his twin's actions. Alfred only hugged him this way when there was something bothering him. But what? The Canadian frowned slightly as he buried his face into the side of his brother's neck. Matthew secretly hoped Alfred wasn't regretting anything.

"Hey, Mattie..?" Alfred started, breaking the silence.

Matthew waited a few seconds before lifting his head, knowing he couldn't delay the conversation forever. "Hm..?" He finally replied in a barely audible voice.

"You know that feeling of déjà vu?" Alfred asked quietly.

Matthew furrowed his eyebrows slightly as his mind tried to process the odd question. He then pulled away from his brother to give him a confused look. "Yea… What about it..?"

"It's weird.." Alfred replied in an unusually subdued voice. He then paused a few seconds as he looked to the side, collecting his thoughts. Matthew waited patiently for him to continue. The American finally looked back to his brother with an earnest expression firmly set in place. "Have we ever done that before?"

Matthew's heart skipped a beat at those words. 'Did he remember something?' The teen tried to dismiss those thoughts as fast as he could so as not to get his hopes up unnecessarily. He then gave his brother an awkward nod of the head. "Well yea-"

"I mean before last month." Alfred added hastily, interrupting the other.

Matthew's violet eyes widened in disbelief. 'Maple.. He did remember something!' The teen mentally exclaimed as he tried to contain his growing excitement. They must have triggered something just now with that kiss, it was the only logical explanation he could think of.

"Well?" Alfred asked impatiently as he waited for his brother to reply.

The Canadian slowly bit down on his bottom lip as he looked to the side, contemplating how to answer. 'Should I tell him the truth?' He chewed on his lip as he quickly tried to reject that idea, remembering vividly the argument that had been caused the last time he tried to bring up the past to his brother. But maybe...

Matthew stopped his nervous habit and looked back to his twin as a determined expression formed on his face. 'This might be the perfect time to talk to him about it.' With his mind made up, Matthew gave his brother a small smile and nodded.

"Al, we-"

Before Matthew could continue, heavy footfalls were heard from the hallway as they stampeded towards them. Both teens turned to look at the door before flinching a second later when loud banging erupted from just outside.

A tired sigh escaped Alfred as he released his twin and walked over to the door. Before opening it, he slid the glasses he had recovered from the floor onto his face and composed himself as best he could.

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"Is it following us?!" Feliciano asked fearfully as he tightened his grip on his brother's hand.

"How should I know?!" Lovino snapped as he continued to bang on the door before him.

"What's going on..?"

The Italian twins whipped around to face one of the North American brothers as he stared out from the doorway behind them, an unsure expression on his face.

"Matteo!" Feliciano exclaimed as he turned and dragged his brother with him across the hallway. They had obviously been banging on the wrong door.

"What's wrong, Feli?" Alfred asked, not bothering to correct his friend.

"There's a monster downstairs!" The northern Italian explained animatedly with one hand, still refusing to let go of Lovino.

"It wasn't a monster.." Lovino grumbled with a blush clearly showing on his face.

"It wasn't?" Feliciano asked, lifting his eyebrows in surprise. "Then why did you run so fast, Lovi?"

"Shut up! Chigiii~!" Lovino hissed, his face getting redder. "You were scared too!"

Alfred sighed again as he brushed his hand through his wheat blonde hair. "I'll go check it out…"

Both Feliciano and Lovino stepped aside as Alfred walked past them and departed down the hallway. Once he was out of sight, the northern Italian pulled his brother into the safety of the dimly lit bedroom, where a moment later, a lamp on one of the nightstands was turned on and a soft light flooded the room, revealing the other North American twin.

"Alfred~!" Feliciano greeted happily as he and his brother made their way closer to the light. "Can we sleep here for tonight?" Lovino stayed silent as he glared at the taller nation, because even if he didn't like the idea, he wouldn't mind sleeping in a different location himself.

Matthew looked over to the two Europeans and lifted an eyebrow. He then inwardly sighed as he forced his usual smile on his face. "I guess it wouldn't hurt if you two stayed here for the night." He agreed politely as he turned over the covers on the right side of the bed.

Feliciano grinned as he dragged his twin over to the bed and flopped down on the left side, unintentionally disturbing the sleeping polar bear. Lovino glared at his obnoxious other half, before yanking his hand away grumpily as he turned his gaze over to Matthew again.

"Just stay on your side, ya burger bastard. We don't need you crushing us in our sleep." The southern Italian warned as he pulled his brother off the bed so he could tug back the covers.

Matthew felt his eye twitch as he plastered on a passive aggressive smile. 'Why is he so rude?' The teen let his annoyance go and gave a small laugh in spite of himself. "Sure thing.." He agreed with a nod.

A few minutes later, Alfred finally reentered the bedroom carrying two fluffy Ragamuffins under each arm. "Mattie, I think Hero ate your chips." He informed as he set the two cats down on the floor and shut the door behind him.

"What?" Matthew replied from where he was sitting on the bed, far over on the right side, away from the two Italians. In response, Hero leapt onto the bed, almost landing on Kumajiro, who was fast asleep again. He was quickly followed by Maple, the lighter of the two, who began to softly purr as he curled up next to his polar bear friend. Hero then sat down next to them and began licking some red powdery stuff off his whiskers. Matthew frowned. "I was saving those.."

"Wait, …you're America?" Lovino asked as he pointed at Alfred in confusion.

Alfred, who had just taken off his brother's borrowed glasses, looked over to Lovino and tilted his head slightly. "Uh huh..?"

"Then that means…" Lovino looked over to Matthew, who simply smiled politely back at him.

"I'm Canada." He stated softly.

The southern Italian felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Ever since he had discovered the two North American brothers were actually twins, they had somehow become even more difficult to tell apart. Now he felt guilty for being so rude to the one that didn't particularly bother him. Lovino slowly grit his teeth in irritation. He then turned and laid down next to his brother, who had already fallen asleep, and pulled the covers over them. "Sorry…" He grumbled quietly in apology.

"Wait.. You guys are sleeping here?" Alfred asked as he lifted his eyebrows.

"It's only for tonight, Al." Matthew reassured his twin with a shrug of his shoulders.

Alfred mimicked the gesture then yawned as he walked over to the right side of the bed, where he carefully set Matthew's glasses down on the nightstand. He then lifted his arms over his head and stretched tiredly. Matthew quickly looked away after he caught a glimpse of his twin's bare stomach as his nightshirt was lifted a little. After another long yawn, the American crawled over his brother and laid down in the empty space between him and the Italian twins, accidentally bumping into Lovino.

"Hey, watch what you're doing!" Lovino snapped as he pushed back in retaliation.

"Dude, this bed wasn't made for 4 people." Alfred replied calmly as he turned on his side to face his brother. "So just chill, K?"

Lovino turned his head to give Alfred a dirty look but stopped when he caught sight of Matthew. The Canadian had given his brother a soft but humored smile that bordered on adoring before he turned the lamp off on the nightstand and laid himself down on the bed as well. The southern Italian decided to drop his complaint as he felt a frown tug at his lips, he then turned his head away and closed his eyes instead.

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An hour had past and Lovino still couldn't get to sleep. He slowly sat up and looked down at his brother. Feliciano had turned over onto his side, his arms wrapped around a pillow. Lovino sighed quietly then looked over to the North American twins. He couldn't help but stare as the dim moonlight washed over them. Matthew had his back to his brother's chest, while Alfred had his arms wrapped around his twin's middle, holding him close.

Lovino knew the two were brothers and that they were undoubtedly too old to still be sleeping this way with eachother, but somehow, he couldn't help but think that it looked so natural, unusual as it may be. And somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder if it would look just as natural if he were to do this with Feliciano.

Lovino looked back over to his brother doubtfully as he laid back down beside him. After a few minutes of mental conflict, Lovino finally turned over onto his side and faced his twin's back. 'Well… He is a heavy sleeper after all…' He reasoned with himself as he hesitantly reached over. He then carefully pulled Feliciano over and wrapped his arms around him, just like he had seen how Alfred had done with his own brother.

Lovino felt a warm flutter within his chest as he breathed in his brother's scent. This felt so right, so perfect, that he instantly regretted doing it. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. He was too comfortable now as he felt his eyelids finally start to get heavy. He hadn't realized till now, just how tired he actually was.

'Just 5 more minutes…' He bargained with himself as he slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

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~(WMD)~

I just had to add some ItaAmore in there~

The next chapter is going to be some colonial AmeCan (Flashback/Dream) For the good of the story!

WMD's uber fun facts!

Ketchup flavored potato chips - Supposedly popular in Canada. (I can't find any, where I live in the US!) That makes me :(

The "Breadbasket" in a human is their stomach region, more importantly, their Solar Plexis. If someone is struck there, they get the wind knocked out of them. However, countries also have "Breadbaskets", which signifies fertile farmland, and America's is coincidentally located in the middle of the country, therefore giving me the perfect opportunity to exploit the similarities. lol :P

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