Brothers of Sorts

By: A'den Neytiri Kad

Author's Note

This was a request from a friend. I hope you like it as much as she did.

"Why does everyone think I'm America?" Canada mumbled, sitting on a park bench. He reached up and gently traced some of the dangling leaves. "He's loud and open. He's everything I'm not."

America heard him as he walked along the path behind the trees, nibbling on some French fries. He stopped, peering around the tree.

Matthew pulled up his hood and started to walk back toward his home.

"Canada!" Alfred yelled as he waved him over.

Matthew looked past the branches and cringed slightly. "Hi, America."

America ambled over, offering him a fry. "Hungry?"

"N-no. I'm Canada."

"I know that. I asked if you were hungry."

"Oh… No…"

"Well, you are now," America declared as he handed one to him.

Canada took it gingerly, looking up at Alfred.

"Eat it. It's good," he said as he ate another fry.

Canada nodded and took a small bite of it as he strode beside him.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking at the trees."

"They're very pretty this time of year. Hey, I'm heading over to France's place for dinner. Wanna come?"

"Uhm…"

"England and Germany will be there, too. They're all bringing someone. Please?"

"O-okay…"

Alfred beamed, eating another fry. "Great!"

Matthew smiled slightly, taking another French fry. "T-these really are good."

"I told you. Come on, brother, we don't want to be late, do we?"

Canada shook his head, smiling. "No."

After all, they were brothers. Well... Brothers of a Sort.