Author's Note: Hiya! Dang, it's been awhile since I've uploaded anything, lol. :] Anyway, new obsession: Hetalia~! So, here's a small USCan story~ I already have the second chapter halfway done, so expect fast updates!(unlike my other story, OTL)

Um, so...yeah, enjoy!

P.S. I was in a rush, so the editing may be bad...I'll fix it later though. :3

Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine. I wish it was though. XD

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"Up." Matthew blinked. Something was nudging him...He groaned, turning away from the source, wanting to get more sleep.

"Hungry," repeated the voice. Another nudge, this one with a bit more force. Matthew hugged his pillow, closing his eyes tightly as hoping the voice would just leave. He wanted to sleep, dammit!

"Hungry," said the voice again. This time, Canada felt something sharp penetrate his arm. He squeaked loudly, sitting up instantly to find his polar bear friend's teeth just barely sunk into his arm. Not deep enough to draw blood, but defintely enough to get his attention.

"Kumagi!" Matthew said in surprise, his voice just barely revealing his anger. "Don't do that!"

"Hungry," the bear repeated with a yawn, ignoring his Canadian friend's fury. "Food?"

Matthew stared at Kumajirou, almost glaring. But then the Canadian sighed, picking up his bear. Kumajirou sighed, closing his eyes and snuggling into the crook of Canada's arm.

"Yes, Kumachi, food," said Matthew with a small smile as he stroked Kumajirou's fur. The polar bear grunted to show that he heard. A chuckle escaped Canada as he stood, slipping his feet into his slippers.

"Seal...?" Kumajirou murmured as Matthew opened his bedroom door. Canada smiled.

"Oui, you can have seal for breakfast today Kumachan. Only today though."

"Mm," the bear replied sleepily, snuggling deeper into the Canadian's dark red robes.

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"Kumajani, your seal's here!" Canada called from the kitchen. Earlier, as soon as the Canadian had reached the stove, the bear had taken off somewhere. Matthew had no clue where his polar friend went, but he didn't worry that much about it.

"Who're you?" Canada laughed at his friend as the polar bear walked in.

"Canada. Ca-na-da."

"Oh, ok. Food?"

"Oui. C'mere." The Canadian smiled, sitting down at the table. He took his seat on the far right, Kumajirou climbing atop the chair next to him.

"Here, eat up," Matthew said, sitting down the seal in front of his friend. As for himself, he had a large plate filled with at least five pancakes. Which was doused in an ungodly amount of maple syrup.

Kumajirou nodded, and was silent as he dug into his meal. He ripped the seal apart in clean strips. Matthew watched the bear in amazement. How his friend was more neater compared to most other polar bears, he had no clue.

"Alright, I guess I better eat before my pancakes get cold, eh?" Matthew asked. His friend was silent as he continued to eat the seal.

"Yeah," the bear finally replied as he swallowed a mouthful. "Eat."

"Oui," the Canadian said enthusiastically as he picked up his fork. Yet, as he prepared to dig in, his doorbell rang. He inwardly groaned, wondering who that could be.

"Hello?" he asked as he turned the knob and pulled the door open. He just slightly blanched at the sight of his brother. Alfred grinned, an overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

"Yo," he said happily. Then he walked in, strolling past his brother. Matthew rolled his eyes, but kept silent as he closed the door behind Alfred.

"Hey Mattie, I smell pancakes. You save any for me?"

"N-no, sorry Al, I-I didn't expect-You should've told me sooner..."

"I did."

Matthew blinked, then realized he was staring down at his slippers. Violet eyes darted up to meet striking blue ones.

"Y-you did?" he squeaked, his cheeks tinting just a slight pink. Since when did Al tell him this...?

"Yeah," Alfred replied, flopping down on a nearby chair. He dropped his bag next to him, staring at his brother. "Called you about an hour ago, but it went to your voicemail. Figured you were sleeping, so I just thought you'd check it when you got up."

"I-I'm sorry, Al, but I didn't see it..." The Canadian coughed again, feeling embarrassed. He usually didn't check his phone like other Nations, considering there wasn't many people that called him. It was usually only his boss that ever called him. France sometimes called once a week to check up on him, and Al did whenever he had something to complain about. And once in a great moon, England would call, but it was usually to ask about Alfred.

"It's ok bro," Alfred suddenly said, making the Canadian jump. "Anyway," he grinned as he pulled a McDonald's sack from his overnight bag, "I bought some food on the way here. I thought I'd save it for lunch, but hey, a burger's good for any time of the day."

"O-oh," the Canadian said lamely, a small smile on his face. "Th-that's good. I'll make it up for you later though Al, alright? I'll buy us some ice cream."

"Awesome," the American replied with a grin. "Thanks Mattie, and sorry for dropping by so suddenly."

"It's ok," Canada said with a weak smile as he picked up his brother's belongings and went to take them upstairs to the guest room, "But why are you here anyway?"

Almost as if someone had flipped an invisible switch, the atmosphere changed. A sudden tense feeling drifted between the two Nations as Alfred's eyes darted away, his grin fading to a solemn frown.

"A-Al?" Canada squeaked, his eyes wide, dropping the bag to the ground.

"Hm?" the American replied, his voice oddly robotic. Canada winced. What happened...?

"Wh-what's wrong?" he asked, his hand instantly on his brother's shoulder for comfort. Alfred shrugged it off, pulling his burger out and taking a bite out of it.

"Noffing," he said, his mouth full. He then swallowed.

"Al, you're bad at lying," Matthew said, his lips pulled down in a grimace. "C'mon Al, you can tell me anything. You know that..."

"Yeah, but..."

"But...?"

"..." The American was silent as he continued to eat his burger. Finally, his eyes looked back up and met Canada's.

"...It's just...Iggy...and...well...we had a fight." Alfred sighed as he put his unfinished burger back into the McDonald's bag. "You see, I went over to his house yesterday. He looked like something been bothering him at last week's meeting, so I thought I'd cheer him up, ya' know?"

The American paused, hesitant to tell his brother the rest of the story.

"A-and...?" Canada prompted, pulling another chair over so he could sit across from Alfred.

"Well...when I got there, at first, he was pretty calm, or at least as calm as he can get. Th-then we started talking. I asked him how his country was doing, and he said fine. Conversation got pretty awkward after that. Then I asked him what was up, and he didn't tell me."

"Al..." Canada's voice was slightly scolding as he spoke, "Did you try to pry in his business? You know that's wrong..."

"Yeah, yeah. I know Mattie, I'm not stupid. Anyway, I said that he should tell me, because I just wanted to cheer him up. I guess he thought I was prying, even though I said he didn't have to tell me. So he flipped out. Like, really flipped out."

"W-what'd he say?" Matthew stammered, fearing the answer. America blinked.

"Lots of crap. Like how I was an idiot, and shit like that. You know how awesomely heroic I am Mattie, and a hero doesn't take that crap lying down. So I started shouting at him back. It turned pretty graphic after that. We got into a major fist fight until France arrived because I guess he was worried like I am. Then he broke us up."

Matthew frowned. If his brother was telling the truth, why didn't Alfred have a single injury on him...?

"We both got pretty beat up after that," the American continued, "so much that I had to go to a stylist to cover up all my bruises and cuts and shit."

Oh...

"Al..." Canada murmured, bringing his thumb up so he could wipe a trace of the thick cover-up away. Under it, he found purplish-blue skin.

"Oh Maple..." he whispered in awe as he continued to wipe more of the makeup off. As he continued to do this, more and more bruises, along with minor cuts, began to reveal themselves. It sure didn't look like just a plain fist fight, by the looks of it...

Matthew's eyes darted up to meet his brother's, who seemed to notice the Canadian's worry quickly.

"Mattie, I know you're worried, but don't be. After all, if I'm a hero, which I am, I can handle stuff like this, right?" Alfred suddenly grinned, his cocky attitude returning.

Matthew blinked in surprise, but smiled.

"Oui, I suppose you're right."

"Oh yeah, and Mattie?"

"Hm?"

"Your bear's callin ya."

"Oh!" The Canadian squeaked, suddenly remembering his pancakes. Alfred grinned, pushing his brother towards the ktichen.

"Better hurry bro, or your bear will eat your food before you do."

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"Alright, I'm gonna go use the shower," America said, sitting up and straightening his back. Canada sighed. He and Alfred had been eating ice cream, when the American dumped a spoonful of vanilla on himself. Thankfully, he had napkins nearby inside his McDonald's bag. But his neck was still sticky.

"Oui, you do that," Matthew said with a small smile as he picked up the discarded ice cream container. Alfred nodded before heading off towards the bathroom.

As soon as the American disappeared, Matthew's phone started ringing. He blinked, then went over to it.

"...France?" he murmured. His French father had already called him yesterday...

"H-hello?" Canada stammered as he answered.

"Bonjour~ mon cher Matthieu, 'ow is my little Nation?" Matthew blinked again. At least his Papa didn't sound distressed...

"I-I'm good. W-what about you Francis?"

"Aw, Matthieu, call me Papa, oui?" Canada sighed.

"Okay, okay. Sorry...Papa..."

"That's better. Now, 'ave you 'eard about the fight between Angleterre and l'Amérique?"

"Oui. Al actually came over to stay the night..."

"Hm? Now why is 'e there?"

Matthew frowned. Shouldn't the answer be obvious? Unless Alfred's story actually had a lot more holes than he thought...

"W-well...he probably just doesn't want...He probably just wants somewhere to steam off, eh?"

"Hm, perhaps, but I thought Angleterre called 'im to say that 'e was coming over to...ah...fix the damage, oui?"

"E-eh?" Matthew said, his violet eyes widening.

"Mm, I wonder if your brother is purposely ignoring Angleterre for some reason..."

"I-I don't know..." Matthew said weakly. "B-but I'll take him back home, even if I have to drag him, ok. So tell England that if he gets there and Alfred isn't there, that he'll be there soon enough, eh?"

"Oui, I'll tell 'im. Until then, adieu." And with that, the phone clicked dead. Matthew sighed as he pulled his phone away. The call-ended signal flashed in his face as he tried to contemplate his recent conversation with his French papa.

'Alfred made it sound like a simple fight...and maybe it is, but for England to come out all the way to New York, just to apologize...'

The Canadian's grip on the phone tightened just slightly. He had absolutely no clue what was going on exactly, but he had to get his brother and take him back home.

Even if he had to drag Alfred out kicking and screaming.

'Well, I better get dressed,' he thought with a sigh, walking towards his bedroom.

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"Kumachi!" Kumajirou frowned at the mention of his name. He blinked, then looked behind him to see Canada crouched down, staring at him as he gripped the corner of a wall.

"Who're you?" the bear asked as he made his way down the hall and towards his owner. Although he had no clue who this man was, and he'd normally stay away from people he wasn't familiar with, he couldn't help but trust him.

"Ca-na-da," Matthew said with a small smile. Kumajirou blinked, cocking his head as he stared at the Canadian.

"Oh," he finally murmured.

"Kumanji, I need your help," Matthew said as he pulled out a trout. Kumajirou's nose seemed to sense it before his eyes did. The bear pounced, landing on the Canadian's lap as he took the fish into his mouth. Canada chuckled, but the laughter died quickly into a fond gaze as Matthew began to stroke the bear's fur.

"Kumashi, can you help me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Anyway, once Al gets out of the shower and dressed, I'm going to take him home, alright? If he tries to resist, bite him. Not enough to really hurt him, but for him to get the message, ok? Sounds like a super easy plan, eh?"

"Yes," said Kumajirou in response as he swallowed the remains of the fish. "Easy."

"Good. I'll say Maple, if needed, and that'll be the signal. If it works, I'll give you more seal tonight, ok?"

At the mention of seal, Kumajirou's ears perked up, and he nodded.

"Alright. I'll do good."

"That's my good Kumapi," Matthew said with a chuckle as he patted his bear.

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"Level up!" the game blared as Matthew continued to play it. His mind was distracted though, as he kept thinking about the situation between his brother and England.

Suddenly, he heard the steady spray of the shower cease. Followed by rustling.

'Al must be done with his shower,' Canada thought as he continued to press the buttons on the game controller. 'Just a bit longer...'

"Yo, Mattie, can you bring my bag in, I forgot to!" the American suddenly called, causing Matthew to squeak in surrpise and drop the controller. He inwardly groaned as he retrieved it and put the game on pause.

"Coming!" he called softly as he collected his brother's bag near the front door.

"Almost?" Kumajirou asked as he appeared around a corner. Canada blinked in surrpise, then nodded.

"Oui, almost." The bear nodded, making way for the Canadian as he took the bag to Alfred's room.

"Thanks bro," Alfred said when Matthew arrived and dropped the bag in front of him. Canada nodded, ignoring the fact that his brother was dressed in only a thin towel that barely concealed him. The American grinned at his brother as he picked out a white t-shirt, some jeans, and his signature bomber jacket.

"N-no problem," Matthew said with a small smile. "H-hey Al, I was talking with France, and he said that you and England-"

A sudden, surprised squeak escaped the Canadian as he was pushed back. Soon, he found himself on the bed, staring up at his brother, who was holding him down, and looked furious. He gulped under Alfred's glare.

"A-Al-"

"What'd he tell you?" the American growled. Matthew opened up his mouth to reply, but his voice seemed to be lost under his brother's fiery blue eyes.

"Dammit!" Alfred shouted before Matthew could form a proper reply. Canada squeaked again, flinching at his brother's outburst. "That...that was supposed to stay quiet! Doesn't France know that it's totally not cool to mess with other people's fights?"

"Al," Matthew seemed to finally regain use of his voice, "you shouldn't be the one talking. You and I know very well that you do that too." He sounded like a father scolding a child, but that was the least of his worries.

"I do it for a good cause though!"

"Papa was probably doing it for a good cause too, eh? You can't blame him. He's worried about you..."

"Pfft," Alfred snorted, rolling his eyes. "Right. He worries about me. France doesn't give a damn about me since he lost me to Iggy. He only cares about you, Iggy, and getting into people's pants."

"H-hey now-! You know very well that he wanted you as a little brother-!"

Before the Canadian could scold his brother, he found himself trapped under his brother's glare, his arms pinned down on the soft mattress beneath the two of them.

He wished he could look away from America's eyes right then. He never saw his brother so angry...just what was going on?

"Mattie," Alfred's voice was much softer now, and his furious glare melted down into a look of sadness. "What can I do? I know I'm a hero...but sometimes..." the American trailed off, his gaze darting away from his brother's.

Matthew stared up at him, then a small, gentle smile broke out on his face.

"Sometimes...the hero needs a break...eh?" he said, pulling one arm free from his brother's grip. He cupped Alfred's cheek, which was slightly drenched in tears. Matthew's eyes widened, but he dismissed it as he traced a few of the cuts that was on his tanned cheek.

"Yeah," Alfred murmured, leaning into the gesture of comfort.

"Al," Matthew's voice was still gentle, but somewhat stern at this point. Alfred looked up, blue eyes wide. Matthew continued, "You can fix it, but it's a matter of being mature or not on your part."

"What do you mean?"

"Talk with Arthur. Try to fix this. I don't know what's going on exactly, but when Papa called, he told me that England was going to go visit you."

"What?"

"Don't be an idiot."

"I'm not-!"

"Then go! You should've gone to England's in the first place!"

Alfred's eyes widened as he stared down at his brother in amazement. Matthew was steaming. His usual, kind baby face was tinted a dark red, and his eyebrows were arched forward until they were practically scrunching together.

"Wh-what?" he asked dumbly, his lips pulled down in a frown. Canada continued to glare.

"Al," he said, his voice a lot more stern than usual, "Go. I told Papa to tell England that you'll be there. Don't keep him waiting."

Silence drifted between the two, as America continued to stare down at his brother, his hand still gripped tightly on one of the Northern nation's arms.

Suddenly, Matthew pulled out of his grip, rolled out from under him, and hopped off the bed. He brushed himself off, straightening his hoodie out.

"Mattie-" Alfred began to say, but Canada cut him off. Matthew's voice still remained stern, but the familiar soft tone of his voice returned, relaxing the American's tense muscles just slightly. But he knew he wasn't off the hook...just yet.

"Al, I'm not speaking to you until you fix this, or at least attempt to fix this. You need to stop this game of yours. You can't expect it all to just be fixed after you stay a night here then go home."

"I never said-"

"You didn't have to. I love you Al, but you need to fix this with England. If you two keep this up, then..." The Canadian trailed off, his words lost, but he didn't need to continue, as he was sure Alfred knew what he was going to say.

"Just...fix it, ok?" he whispered. When he got no response, he walked out, hoping that Alfred would see sense eventually.

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End of chapter 1.

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Preview for Next Chapter:

"Oh Maple..." Canada murmured, cradling his head in his hands. Then, not two seconds later, there was a loud yelp. Matthew's eyes darted up, and to his surprise, he found Kumajirou's teeth sunk deep into France's left leg.