Author's Note.
YUP. Another Canadian POV. I just have a lot of Ideas for it so please be patient. Norway POV is coming close.
I hate that he eats hamburgers…and for all the wrong reasons.
The conference was getting nowhere as always. I looked to my side seeing a smiling American with an untouched burger. I sighed but forced a smile instead. He was contently punching in the numbers of Germany's presentation in his mind at the same time he was taking mental notes that he never ever forgets. He's a freaking genius. He winced and looked at me.
'He forgot to carry two!' he whispered in my ear.
"AMERICA, VHAT ARE YOU WHIZPERING! WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?" shouted the strict German. America smiled like a child.
"HAMBURGERS!" he purred like a cat and started swallowing his untouched burger and then engulfing the rest coming from a plastic bag filled with hundreds of burger.
"Stop eating you bloody git!" shouted Arthur. America shook his head still devouring burger after burger. The countries finally called quits and sat down.
I looked at my brother who was forcing a crooked smile. "M-mattie…I need to puke like right now!" My brother's face was completely green. I extended my arms out and stood in front of America.
"INVISI-SHIELD!" Of course no one heard me yell…that was the point of this. No one was even aware that America was puking all of the contents of his gut on a large plastic bag. I keep telling him to stop forcing himself to eat hamburgers, but he always eats them during meetings…something about wanting to know what people really felt about him.
But if you think about it, he's sabotaging himself since he isn't really showing the real Alfred Jones.
I checked on my brother who just finished puking.
I looked around one last time and saw ice-blue eyes looking at me in acknowledgement. He smiled and waved towards me, I think.
His light blonde hair that stuck out in every direction.
He was Matthias Køhler AKA Denmark.
It's impossible, nobody could see me.
'Hey Canada!' he whispered happily
'Who are you talking to?' asked an annoyed Norwegian
'Canada!' he smiled
'Huh?'
Okay, so I wasn't completely invisible. I felt a tug on my shirt. America smiled drinking his homemade tea. "You can sit down now!"
"O-okay! INVISI-SHIELD: OFF!" I sat down and America immediately hid his anti-oxidant rich tea. I sighed…
But at least he actually makes real food in real life…
I decided it would be best to spend the night with Al…he watched a horror marathon on the flat screen. I told him it wasn't a good idea, but he insisted since he was the hero. Do you know how hard it is to sleep when he's in 'I-could-pee-my-pants-at-anytime' state? It's a nightmare. He'll knock to your room completely topless (he said it would make the ghosts more intimidated) with his blanket in a deep hug asking me to take him to the bathroom and when he's done he'd sleep in my bed…constantly scared of what could pop out of it. Then finally he'll be fast asleep minus the subconscious trashing, shouting, and snoring.
To keep it short…I didn't get any sleep last night.
Now here I was, looking at my brother as he made an 'I'll-make-it-up-to-you' breakfast. He had his apron against his fairly tanned skin with his face forever fixed in a smile. I could smell the savory bacon as it sizzled with the blueberry pancakes I taught him to make. He suddenly shifted to his quaint barista corner as he whipped up some of his Maple-Marshmallow fluff Frappuccino. One of my favorites.
*DING*
"Awesome!" he smiled as he got his mitten and pulled out a batch of freshly baked cookies from the oven. They were heart-shaped snicker doodles. I fanned them for a bit before coming back to a full circle to the scolding pan of bacon.
"Finished!" he hummed a playful tune as he plated, ever so skillfully, the fluffy pancakes, the crisp bacon and two perfectly sunny-side up eggs. He handed me my favorite Frappuccino. He went back to the counter as he made sure that the cookies have cooled before glazing one side with a classic red glaze and then piping opaque perpendicular lines that crossed on the upper left side. It was the Danish flag.
"You know…mon frère, that is a bit too forward. I mean, hearts? Really?" I said as I sipped on the awesome frappuccino. It was really awesome.
"No it's not. I'm gonna give it to him after the meeting today!" he pouted as he started glazing and piping the rest.
Wait for it…
"You really think so?" he looked at me in a worrisome manner. As much as I hate to say it…I just wanted the cookies. It was just an added bonus that his cookies looked too girly and up-front. It didn't have any class or ambiguity to it.
"You should just make some chocolate-walnuts. He likes those, eh?" I suggested while I casually glanced at the mouth-watering cookies on the counter.
"You're totally right! It's not too obvious…perfect, thanks Mattie!" my younger brother smiled as he started cooking a new batch of cookies. Knowing his cookies, Denmark's gonna fall head over heels…
Everybody wins. I got my snicker doodles.