AUTHOR'S NOTE:

WARNING A BIT OF CEST...Just a bit. So if ya cen't handle it Don't read it.

I hate that he pulls me into his personal problems…

"MATTIE!" Yelled my younger twin who leapt like eight feet in the air. I scrambled to try to catch him.

Thank God, I did. I sighed trying to keep myself from having a heart attack.

"Let's play football!" he cheered.

"Sorry…not in the mood"

"Not fair, when you want to play hockey, I'd do it even if you always kick my ass!"

"Ugh…Fine. My body just hurts, eh?" I replied but I could feel a big smirk coming from him.

"Aw, Mattie's hurt! I know what to do! Tickle therapy!" He started tickling my extremely ticklish mid-section. I could feel my hard abs (I-I'm proud…of them…I just don't like showing them off…that's all) contract and relax as I started laughing hysterically. "S-stop it!"

"Nope!" he started tickling my pits, even pulling on some of the hair as he went. Now I was on my knees. I could feel his crotch was rubbing up my ass. I laughed like a psychotic hyena that had too much drugs. America just giggled with my torture…Maple! I'm helpless.

*Ahem*

We looked to see Denmark, with arms crossed, holding a small paper bag and had a scowl in his face. We blinked at each other before realizing our strange position. We looked like we were doing doggy or something. We were both embarrassed, but not as much as America, who immediately stood up.

"*sigh* anyway, I thought Alfr…America would like this" he shyly gave the paper bag which America grabbed immediately, his face burned red. Denmark was also blushing wildly.

"I-I'm gonna go now" waved the blushing Dane. He then wrapped his arms around Norway who was waiting for him. He gave a stern look at me…almost as if jealous or something. Hmmm…why would he look at me like that? Oh well, why bother?

I returned to see America pouting with a lot of cream and strawberry jam around his mouth and nose.

"Strawberry bagel."

"Any good?" I asked him patting his back.

"I ate it all…you need any clues?" he answered in an annoyed and stern voice.

"Aw…you're so bashful all of a sudden. Is it because it's from…him?" I teased.

"Sh-Shut up! He's with Norway" He pointed out Denmark who was hugging his Norwegian friend tightly. I looked back at my brother who was biting his lips trying not to scream, as if his bright red face wasn't obvious.

…which always leads to sex

"You, come with me!" said my brother hoarsely. He pulled me into a close closet. He started grinding me again…Oh no…this was bad. He only did this when he was frustrated. NO. I cannot let him win this time, I have to say no. I wasn't drunk or high or frustrated.

"Alf-" I was cut off with the wild tongue of America…his lips was a force to be reckoned with…not only did he know a hundred languages but he had a tongue that could rival the French and the French-Canadian. FUCK! What the hell am I talking about? Maple, I can't…

"AH!"

"You're body's so freaking hot Mattie…literally and figuratively." He pressed his uncharacteristically cold hands on my rock hard abs…his eyes look different. M-maple. " Just like mine." He whispered in my ear as he guided my reluctant hand on his warm and strong chest. He stopped pulling off our glasses, his eyes were filled with sadness " I wish…I could do this with Denmark someday…but…" He glared with dark eyes.

GULP

He kissed me with such force that I couldn't think straight. He was my brother…but during this moments I don't care, neither does he.

But at least he feels sorry in the end (?)

He placed his hands on his ass rubbing it comfortingly through the denim. Yup…he was at the receiving end this time…he wanted to be. He started buttoning my shirt while he looked down to an imaginary well. He then just sat on his ass in complete silence.

"S-sorry, Mattie" he said softly shyly bringing his legs near his body. *sigh* I can't stay mad at my little brother, plus I did let him push through with it.

"It's okay, Al. I did let you do it" I patted my American brother's head. He pouted with his puppy dog eyes looking straight through my heart.

America stood up feeling a bit shaky as he tried to regain the feeling of his leg's existence, wasn't my fault he was the one who kept pushing deeper. I feel like I'll have a hard time putting briefs for the next few days.

*sigh* things I do for my brother.