Author's Note: Oh, siblings. x) Thank you all for favoriting, following and reviewing this story. It is immensely appreciated. Also, if you have any suggestions for a FACE, ACE, or simply America and Canada chapter that you'd like to see, feel free to request it and I'll do my best to make it work. I've been running a little low on ideas recently. Anyway, enjoy!

When England had first heard that Canada and America were planning to pay him a friendly visit for a few days, he thought nothing of it. In fact, he was rather looking forward to seeing the twin nations for the first time in a few months. They had each been quite swamped with work recently, so he supposed it would be a nice change of pace to discuss things other than business matters.

However, any content that he had previously felt toward their arrival had quickly dissolved as soon as he had picked the pair up from the airport.

It seemed as though the two were making obvious attempts at ignoring each other due to firmly held grudges against one another. England wasn't entirely sure of the origins of the argument between them, but he supposed that he would allow them to work it out on their own. After all, boys would be boys and it would do him well not to pry in their personal affairs.

America was the first to greet him upon their arrival, granting him a giant bear-hug that sent an aching feeling throughout his entire body from the force. "Artie, it's good to see you!"

England awkwardly patted America's back, hoping the taller man would finally release him before he started gasping for air. Thankfully, it was Canada who had saved him from an untimely death.

"Hi, Arthur," the more docile nation of the two said, acknowledging him. "How are you?"

America's arms immediately turned taut, limply falling back to his sides as he sent a grim glare at Canada. He picked up the suitcase that he had dropped while rushing to embrace England, moving a short distance away from the scene.

England paid the uncharacteristic behavior no mind, accepting a much gentler hug from Canada. "I'm just fine, Matthew. It's wonderful to see you both," he replied warmly, offering to help the pair with some of their luggage. "Now, we'd best head to the car. I'm sure you're both exhausted after such a long flight."

He guided the pair out of the airport and to the parking area, trying to instigate some conversation on the journey there. It had become eerily quiet after the welcoming formalities, but England supposed his former colonies were simply jetlagged.

"How was your flight, boys?"

"Fine," they responded unanimously, offering no elaboration as they finally reached the car.

At any rate, England had picked up on the weird behavior shortly after they had settled into his guestrooms. It wasn't much of a bother at first. The silence was normally very much appreciated.

But he simply wasn't mentally prepared for the solitude. Something was seriously wrong if the twins weren't speaking to each other, and he had an inkling of suspicion that he was going to have to be the one to get to the bottom of it.

It wasn't until the third day of their visit when England was assured that he was about to blow a gasket if the boys didn't start talking to one another again. Ultimately, he'd been left with no choice but to settle the matter the same way as he had when the twins were still just children; through a peaceful discussion.

He prepared some tea and set the mugs out on the table in the kitchen before calling both nations downstairs, paternal instincts kicking in when he witnessed both males walk through the doorway to eye him quizzically.

"Have a seat," he ordered them, leaning against the kitchen counter as he motioned for them to approach the table. "There's something that we have to discuss."

America raised an eyebrow, looking more than a little grumpy as he watched Canada sit down in compliance. "Umm, I was kind of busy doing something, so can we do this some other time?"

England shook his head, fully aware that the nation was purposefully testing the murky waters. "No, I'm afraid this is urgent."

Deciding to give up the battle for now, America took his place at the table as well, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the tea that was waiting to be drunk. "What's going on?"

"I could ask you the same thing," England began steadfastly, standing at the head of the table authoritatively. "It has recently come to my attention that there have been some hostilities between the two of you. Now, I suggest we settle this diplomatically like the grown men you both are. It certainly is a better alternative than clinging to silly grudges."

America huffed, crossing his arms and kicking back his chair as he stood. "I've got more important things to do then sit around and talk about my feelings for an hour, England. Thanks for the offer though."

England scowled impressively, crossing his own arms in return as he extended an index finger and pointed it at his former colony threateningly. "Sit down."

Canada hid a smile behind a hand that pretended to rub his jaw. It was always amusing to see America cower in front of the elder's rage. If only the rest of the world could see the world's superpower get reprimanded by his former sovereign nation.

"I'm not a little kid anymore! You can't tell me what to do!" America countered, raising his voice at his old mentor as he challenged the man's authority. The look in England's eyes frightened him just the slightest bit, reminding him of unpleasant childhood memories that often ended in America getting punished.

England stayed glued to his spot, deciding to give America another chance to repent. "There's no need to shout," he stated in a calm but stern manner that had been perfected over centuries. "Since you both are unable to work out this disagreement on your own like adults, I'm going to treat you like children and help you come to an agreement. If you refuse to act like an adult, I think it's fair for me to treat you as a petulant teenager, which you have proven to be. Now, sit down."

America clenched his teeth and had to bite his tongue to keep from talking back, eyes downcast as he made his way back to his seat in silent fury.

"Excellent," England commended half-heartedly. "Now, what seems to be the issue here? I'm sure there is no need for these hard feelings. Everything can and will be resolved."

America scoffed mercilessly. "Maybe if Canada didn't have OCD, we wouldn't have this problem. I wasn't the one who started with the insults."

"Maybe if you weren't so damn inconsiderate, I wouldn't have had to insult you!" Canada ranted, eyes flashing in discontent as he sent daggers at his brother.

England sighed, at least they weren't ignoring each other anymore, and that could be considered progress. "Now, now, let's settle this calmly."

Ignoring the older man as usual, Canada went on ruthlessly. "You never think about anyone else's needs except your own! You're selfish, egotistical and just plain cruel! I can't believe I put up with it all these years! Now I know why I never took your side during the revolution."

America didn't seem to take major offense to anything Canada was saying until the last bit of the speech, when his eyes suddenly snapped with life and confronted his twin with his own dose of ire. "You didn't join me because you were too much of a wimp to stand up against an empire. Little Canada was always sucking up to the motherland without even thinking to—"

"You know what?" Canada asked rhetorically, cutting his brother off. "This is just like that time when you tried to cook me for dinner when we were little! You always took advantage of my passiveness! I'm lucky that England caught you before you turned the burner on!"

America smirked and leaned back in his chair, shrugging the comment off. "It's not my fault that you're gullible and actually believed everything I said. I lied to you tons of times, so I thought you would've caught on at some point. Besides, you were the one that said that you cooked well."

"I didn't mean that when I'm cooked I make a good snack, you psycho! I meant that I could put together a decent meal!"

"You could've jumped out of the pot at any time; the fall wouldn't have killed you. You were always such a chicken."

"Yeah, go ahead and act all tough now. Have you already forgotten how you were reduced to tears during our last fight?"

England brought a hand to his head, trying to assemble his last ounce of patience. "That's enough for now! It looks as though we're going to have to change tactics to get this to work more appropriately. Any time either of you feel like saying something offensive, I want you to take a sip of tea."

America rolled his eyes in an imperious manner. "This is so stupid."

"I did not ask for your opinion," England snapped back. "Take a sip of tea and then I want you both to begin apologizing to each other. America can start."

"Why do I have to go first?"

"Because I know you well enough to assume that this entire argument festered due to your actions."

"You can't assume that! " America protested, pushing away the cup of tea. "How do you know it wasn't Canada's fault?"

England sighed heavily, turning to the Canadian with a small smile. "Matthew, love, was America the cause of this disagreement?"

"Yes. Yes, he was."

America's face fell, looking a little outraged. "How do you know he's not lying to you? He insulted me first!"

"I already told you that I wouldn't have gotten angry with you if you had just refilled the toilet paper dispenser like a decent human being when you saw that there was none left," Canada muttered impatiently, taking a sip of tea as England had directed.

"That's what this is about?" England asked, dumbfounded as he gaped at the pair. "You ignored each other for your entire stay and refused to even make eye contact with one another over some ruddy bath tissue?"

America nodded, looking smug. "See, even England knows that's a stupid thing to get so upset over!"

"But it's so annoying! Does no one understand my frustration with this? I would never leave an empty toilet paper roll in the bathroom!"

"And then he insulted me, England! He started rambling about what a horrible person I am!" America exclaimed, playing the suffering victim.

Canada took a large gulp of tea, trying to keep his cool. "You said some pretty terrible things to me too!"

"Well, it was self-defense! Dude, all I wanted was for you to get over it so we could play videogames together again. Since you were mad at me, I didn't want to look like a sissy by acting like I was gonna forgive you. Besides, if anyone deserves an apology, it's me," America frowned, remembering how upset he'd been when Canada had taken the insults one step too far. His twin nation hadn't seen him shed a tear in quite a while.

Canada set down the now empty mug of tea, nodding grimly. "Alright, I agree that I took things a little too far. We were arguing for hours. I also didn't mean to…you know… make you so upset."

England shook his head at the pair, first placing a hand on Canada's shoulder and squeezing it before stepping over to America with a disbelieving smile. "I always knew you could be a bit too sensitive at times," he teased, ruffling America's hair. "No harm done, right boys? Sit tight while I make you both some scones."

Canada sent America an apologetic look, and suddenly they had both silently agreed that America would take one for the team and wolf down all of the scones— including Canada's—to keep England happy.

After all, brothers had to stick by one another.

"I can't believe this."

"I can't believe you're so affected by this."

"I've been telling you to get the iPhone 5 for months! You could've at least waited for the iPhone 5S if you wanted something different."

"Why is it such a big deal?"

"My own brother is using a worthless Blackberry 10! Of course it's a huge deal!"

"The iPhone is just overpriced anyway…"

America's blue eyes turned ravenous, piercing the lavender. "Take it back! How could you even doubt such a beautiful piece of technology? Steve Jobs would be rolling in his grave right now if he heard what you were saying."

"Blackberry is a Canadian company; it's only natural that I want to support it," Canada defended evenly, shrugging his shoulders.

"But it's going to either go bankrupt or be sold to another company. Listen, Mattie, you're missing out on a whole amazing world of smartphones! I mean, look at the retina display of my iPhone!" America went on persuasively, pulling out his cellphone and shoving it in the other nation's face. "Look at how sensitive the touch screen is, and the updated cameras! How could you resist?"

Canada warily stowed his own phone, keeping it out of America's view so that he would hopefully forget about the whole issue. "Buying an iPhone is the equivalent of me throwing my money in the garbage."

America gasped dramatically, placing his phone against his chest and covering its 'ears'. "Don't listen to the stupid maple-lover," he soothed the device. "He's just grumpy because he doesn't even know what he wants. We'll take him to see the new 'Jobs' movie and he'll change his mind, don't worry."

Canada scoffed, picking up his walking speed as the pair made their way back to the world meeting room. "I'm not letting you take me to see that two-hour long commercial that you've labeled a 'movie'."

"Dude, if I could get England to give up his flip-phone, I can get you to buy an iPhone," America replied promisingly as they entered an empty elevator. "The old man swore all that he needed was a phone that could text and call people to keep him happy, but look at him now! He's on his iPhone every minute, playing Candy Crush and Robot Unicorn Attack like a boss. He didn't know what he was missing out on!"

"I don't see how the iPhone is any better than the phone I already have."

"Oh. My. God. Mattie…" America enunciated, making it seem as though Canada had just said something life-altering. "You are so helpless sometimes, but don't worry, I've got this covered. I can hook you up. I'll get you to join the right side—the Apple side. Next Christmas you're getting an iPad mini, an iPhone 5S, and hopefully the new Apple television set if it comes out in time. If not, I'll be an early 2014 birthday gift," America reassured, mussing up Canada's hair with an obnoxious grin. "We can cure this disease of yours, Mattie. It may take a while, but Applephobia is totally treatable with the right amount of patience and bargaining."

Knowing that resistance was pointless, Canada simply sped up his walking pace once more, entering the meeting room and searching around for another nation to talk to as an excuse to get America off of his back. America could get so worked up over new technology and which brand was superior to another. Just last week, Canada had suffered through a three-hour long lecture about how the Xbox One was going to be much better than the PlayStation 4. He supposed it was his own fault after saying he was happy with his PlayStation 3 and Wii U.

Spotting Japan at the conference table, Canada urged America to go and greet him. After all, he was pretty sure that the older nation would be a better suited candidate for listening to America's ranting.

Once that was settled, the Canadian let out a weary sigh and sat in between France and Britain, hoping to keep them from bickering every two minutes by getting in between the pair. He sat back in his chair and sighed, vaguely noting America's loud laughter across the room.

"Bonjour, Canada. How are you, mon cher?"

Canada shrugged his shoulders, offering France an imitation of a smile. "I'd be great if America would stop messing with my head when I have important things to think about. I honestly don't need to be told anymore about his phone preferences."

"Pay him no mind, lad. He's just trying to get on your nerves by promoting his silly industries. I reckon it's his way of coping with the fact that he was always jealous of you as a child," England theorized, offering the younger nation a pastry from the tray that had been brought into the meeting room.

Canada graciously accepted one, mildly confused. "Jealous of me? What do you mean?"

Straightening his tie absently, England met Canada's inquiring gaze. "Though I regret it now, I must admit that when I first received you from France, I had tried to cater to your whims just the slightest bit. Hoping to impress you, I bought you new playthings and renovated the room you'd be staying in. Needless to say, America was nothing if not an attention-seeker, and he was a bit bothered by the special treatment you'd received. Nowadays, he uses his flashy possessions to irritate everyone to no end to avenge his younger entity. That certainly isn't the only reason for his obnoxious behavior, but it's still a contributing factor."

Canada chuckled, choking on his pastry for a split second before recovering his composure.

There sure were a lot of things that he didn't know about his brother. It was fortunate then that he at least had France and England to brief him every once in a while.

It had been a bad couple of rough weeks for Canada. He was feeling quite crummy emotionally, and had resorted to loafing around all day, rarely leaving his bed or the couch for more than a few minutes at a time. He'd unplugged his home phone and had put his cellphone on silent, allowing voicemails and text messages to merely stockpile themselves.

He chalked it up to the flooding in Toronto for his bad mood, and decided that his best option was to shy away from the world for a few days until everything went back to normal. He figured that no one would notice his disappearance anyway, but apparently he'd been mistaken.

It wasn't until he heard a loud and firm string of knocks on his door that he finally decided to check his phone for any information on the potential visitor. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when the screen had lit up with life, but nothing could have prepared him for the number of notifications on his phone's display.

34 missed calls.

15 voicemails.

50 unread text messages.

With a long inhale of breath as he tried to block out the persistent knocking on his front door, Canada scrolled down to view the people who had made attempts at contacting him. Unsurprisingly, all but one of the voicemails had been left by America. The last one had been France's doing as well as four of the calls and three of the text messages. Every other missed call and text message had been America's as well.

The knocking grew considerably more desperate, and Canada now had a sneaking suspicion that he knew who was on the other side of the door. Considering that he really didn't want to see anyone at the moment, he picked up his belongings off of the couch and made a run for the stairs, hoping that his visitor would simply think that he wasn't home.

With any luck, his assumption would be wrong and it would just be a package from the post office.

Unfortunately, all hope was lost when he heard a familiar voice calling him from outside.

"Mattie, dude, I know you're in there! Open the door! Your awesome bro is here to make everything cool again!"

Shutting his eyes in frustration, Canada pinched his arm to make sure that he wasn't trapped in some sort of cruel nightmare. "Go away, Alfred! I'm busy!"

"Too busy for your own brother?" America asked in his most grief-stricken tone of voice, and Canada could tell that he was pouting on the other side of the door.

Not falling for the guilt-trip, Canada nodded fervently even though he knew he couldn't be seen. "Yes."

Feigning a sniffle of disappointment, America nodded and withdrew his hand from Canada's abused front door as though he'd been burned. "Alright then, I guess I'll be on my way."

"I guess so," Canada agreed, clutching Kumajirou in one hand and the railing of the stairs in the other.

America made some noise that indicated he had left, but Canada knew better than to fall for another one of his brother's tricks.

He couldn't help but crack a smile at the prospect. "I know you're still standing there!"

America grumbled some unfavorable words under his breath and tried again, transitioning ploys. "Alright, you got me, but I'm gonna go get France and England for backup if you don't open this door right now!"

Canada frowned, thinking to himself that America was probably bluffing.

"And I'm not bluffing!" the American added as if he could read his twin's mind. "I'm being totally serious right now."

"Are you admitting that you're worried about me?" Canada queried playfully, still standing at the base of the stairs.

America spluttered behind the door, shuffling his feet against the doorstep. "Who me? Worried about what? Nah, I just got something super amazing that I wanna show ya!"

Canada glowered, unable to tell if America was lying or not; he was either trying to be a supportive brother or wanted to use the Canadian as his last resort to share some crazy new material object with. Letting out a long sigh while fully knowing he would regret his decision the following day, Canada unlocked the door, reluctantly swinging it open to meet his twin.

America brightened up considerably upon seeing the nation. "Hey, you opened the door!"

"Where is this 'super amazing' thing that you wanted to show me?"

The American's cheeky grin faltered a bit, realizing he'd fallen into one of Canada's traps. "Whoops," he whistled innocently. "Guess I must've left it at home. Silly me, really… I guess England's dementia is genetically dominant now that I'm getting older."

Canada rolled his eyes, still rather annoyed at the unexpected out-of-towner on his doorstep. "Did you drive all the way here?"

"Maybe," America replied ambiguously as Canada took a look at his driveway, expecting to find his brother's car but coming up short. "Anyway, you gonna let me in? I really gotta pee. I didn't take any rest stops."

Unable to believe what he was seeing, Canada stepped aside, begrudgingly allowing his sibling inside before locking the door once more.

Immediately, America took the opportunity to look around, pleased to find that nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

"I thought you had to urinate," Canada reminded, irked by the situation.

America grinned toothily, hoping to win over his brother's soft spot. "I lied about that. Otherwise, you wouldn't have let me in. Sorry, Mattie."

"Honestly, America, what do you want?"

"For you to turn that frown upside down, man. As the hero, I'm here to save you from your self-perpetuating depression that may one day lead to your demise if it's not treated with care," America explained slowly, making himself comfortable on the couch.

Canada scoffed, pushing America's side to get him off of his precious furniture. "You're pretty wordy today. Have you been reading the dictionary for the first time in your life?"

"Hah, you're so funny, bro. I'll let that one slide for now since I know you've been PMSing," America replied with a snarky wink.

"You don't always have to act like an idiot, you know. It's getting old," Canada huffed, finally managing to pull America into a standing position.

The superpower nation cocked his head to the side, ignoring Canada's previous statements. "How about we go out and watch a chick flick or something? I'm sure it'll make you feel better."

"But you hate my movies."

"I guess I could stick it out for one day."

Canada smiled sheepishly, more than a little touched at America's sudden willingness to bolster his spirits. It wasn't often that his twin openly expressed brotherly affection. "Alright, I'll get my wallet."

"You don't havta. Tonight's on me," America assured, grabbing the other's wrist and dragging him to the door. "We'll get something to eat after and then go out for ice cream."

"Oh, right, because ice cream is obligatory whenever you go out," Canada teased with a small breath of laughter. "I want pistachio with extra chocolate sprinkles or I'm not going."

America stopped in his tracks, staring Canada straight in the eyes. "Dude, you're gonna have so many chocolate sprinkles and scoops of pistachio ice cream that you won't even know what to do with yourself. You'll be able to build a skyscraper out of them."

"Thanks, Al."

"Anytime, Mattie."

At long last, Canada finally remembered why he still loved his twin.

America rubbed his chin in thought. "Well, not anytime. These are some tough economic times, and I can't just be throwin' out money whenever you—"

Groaning, Canada slapped a hand onto America's mouth to shut him up. "Quiet, you're ruining the moment as usual."

America laughed joyfully, licking the palm of Canada's hand to get him to let go.

"Eww, that's disgusting, Alfred! And to think that I was actually getting sentimental there for a moment," Canada exclaimed, rubbing his hand against his jeans to wipe off the saliva.

Siblings were a big pain.