Forget Me Not
Forget Me Not
By Keisan
Main pairing: AmeCan; other pairings include FrUK, GerIta, slight PruCan, SuFin, RuCho, DenNor, and probably others…
Summary: Canada is the most forgettable nation. And the shy boy accepts this finally and gives up trying to make himself more visible but he forgets himself in the process. What will that mean for the world? And more importantly, what will that mean to those who don’t forget him?
A/n: Thanks for the response, all (silent readers too!)! J Let me know what you think of this one.
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Last time:
The ex-nation’s eyes narrowed, “Where’s Matthew?”
America looked down and shook his head, “I don’t know.”
The room was silent.
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Chapter 2:
England furrowed his brow. How could America not know where his brother was? As far as he knew, the elder brother, while he tended to be a bit absent-minded about his quiet sibling, he always knew where his brother was. They shared the world’s longest border, they were major trading partners, and they had an extremely close bond despite everything else. Even if Canada disappeared, America always knew where he was. Those were the same thoughts that occupied the American’s mind that very moment.
Prussia stood up and wrapped a hand around the American’s forearm in an attempt to wake him up out of his stupor. Alfred glared at the ex-nation.
“How do you not know where he is? You’re all he talks about! Well…before he disappeared.”
The American cleared his throat, “He does that sometimes, but never for this long and never without at least sending me a message somehow. His president even contacted me!”
Prussia rolled his eyes, “I think he has a prime minister, but when was the last time you two talked?”
America sighed and his mind drifted to the past. “A month ago. That’s a long time even for him.”
Alfred had been trying to navigate his way around Northern Ontario and stubbornly refused to admit he’d gotten lost. He drove around for a couple more hours before stopping at a diner and asking for directions.
When he finally reached his brother’s private cabin, he was exhausted and starved. He even brought American food with him; obviously one needed provisions when they were chasing down their younger, quieter, and apparently healthier, brother. Maybe Mattie would make him some of that poutine stuff he seemed so fond of. That surely wasn’t healthy. But then the boy would berate him for encouraging obesity among his people…blah blah. Alfred was determined to have a good time with his Mattie and not let the Canadian’s self-righteous attitude distract him.
He drove his navy blue SUV up the long gravel path and parked next to Mattie’s red jeep. He walked up the rest of the path and knocked on his brother’s door.
The sight of his brother brought a grin to his lips the second he saw him through the glass window and he pulled the smaller man into a tight hug.
“I missed you, bro! Where have you been?”
Matthew coughed and Alfred got the hint to loosen his grip; he held him at arm’s length and took in his delicate features. The American frowned as he noted the dark circles under his brother’s eyes and the less vibrant violet hue of his eyes.
“Hey? Are you okay?”
The Canadian nodded, “F-fine. I’m fine. Just tired. I got here late last night. It’s been stressful at work.”
Alfred frowned but nodded understandingly.
“Come in,” Matthew said quickly, he was getting nervous under his brother’s scrutiny. Alfred picked up his duffle bag from the porch and followed him in.
They ate dinner together. Fish and chips were on the menu apparently. Alfred grinned and dug in.
“A-are you staying for a while then, Al?” Matthew asked tentatively.
“Well,” Alfred started thoughtfully, “I thought a couple days…you know, to catch up. The world meeting’s in a month. It’s at Arty’s place.”
Matthew nodded, “Yeah, I know. Well, you can stay for a while I guess.”
Alfred nodded and resumed cleaning his plate and reaching for thirds.
Matthew pushed his food around and occasionally passed a piece of fish to Kumajirou. The polar bear was sitting at the table with the two nations glancing between them.
Alfred watched his brother surreptitiously and noted his slightly sunken in cheeks. Why wasn’t Mattie eating? He definitely had lost some weight. The younger of the two tended to under-eat when he was stressed or upset about something, and while he was a wicked rough hockey player, his body had always been on the slim side.
When they were finished, Matthew picked up their plates and put them in the sink to wash.
“Want help?” Despite what people may think of him, Alfred did help out in the kitchen; even though he resented Arthur’s smothering, he did learn some gentlemanly behaviours from the nation.
Matthew bit his lip and glanced up at his brother beneath his bangs, “You don’t have to, but…”
Alfred smiled and reached up to brush Matthew’s strawberry blond hair out of his pretty eyes. He let his hands trail down the Canadian’s slender arms and gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “No problem.”
Matthew smiled faintly, “Thanks. Want pancakes and maple syrup tomorrow?”
The American nodded enthusiastically, “Sounds great!”
Alfred came back to himself and realised he’d reiterated his story, minus the affectionate touching because who knew what France and England would say about that. Not that they could do a whole lot…but Alfred wanted to keep his less than brotherly affection towards his brother to himself until he could confess to the person who mattered most to him.
Alfred noted that he was sitting back in his seat at the meeting table and most of the other nations had left. A few stayed behind (Finland, Sweden, Prussia, England, and France) and that made Alfred happy-once he found Matthew, he could tell him that there were people who remembered him. It was the one thing that always upset his brother the most.
“So it was a normal holiday for you two and nothing besides the lack of sleep and eating was unusual?” Finland asked frowning thoughtfully.
“Can you think of anything else?” England asked.
Alfred shrugged, “That’s the only thing.”
“I think we should break for lunch now but let’s talk about this right after. Maybe we can figure out a way to track him down,” England suggested.
“I can track him,” Finland said, implying his role as Santa Claus who could track down anyone.
They all nodded and left. Alfred lagged behind glancing at his brother’s chair, even when Matthew went invisible, the American could always see him. He never told his brother that, but he hadn’t told his brother a lot of things lately. Maybe that’s why Mattie vanished. The Canadian was always able to read his brother and could tell if he was hiding things, it had something to do with their sibling bond, Alfred figured. He sure hoped they would find Mattie; he certainly had some things to tell him.
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A/n: So this is really going! I had a solid idea for this and I know how I want it to end more or less… Therefore, it will get finished in a timely fashion! Please review, lovelies!
By Keisan
Main pairing: AmeCan; other pairings include FrUK, GerIta, slight PruCan, SuFin, RuCho, DenNor, and probably others…
Summary: Canada is the most forgettable nation. And the shy boy accepts this finally and gives up trying to make himself more visible but he forgets himself in the process. What will that mean for the world? And more importantly, what will that mean to those who don’t forget him?
A/n: Thanks for the response, all (silent readers too!)! J Let me know what you think of this one.
….
Last time:
The ex-nation’s eyes narrowed, “Where’s Matthew?”
America looked down and shook his head, “I don’t know.”
The room was silent.
…
Chapter 2:
England furrowed his brow. How could America not know where his brother was? As far as he knew, the elder brother, while he tended to be a bit absent-minded about his quiet sibling, he always knew where his brother was. They shared the world’s longest border, they were major trading partners, and they had an extremely close bond despite everything else. Even if Canada disappeared, America always knew where he was. Those were the same thoughts that occupied the American’s mind that very moment.
Prussia stood up and wrapped a hand around the American’s forearm in an attempt to wake him up out of his stupor. Alfred glared at the ex-nation.
“How do you not know where he is? You’re all he talks about! Well…before he disappeared.”
The American cleared his throat, “He does that sometimes, but never for this long and never without at least sending me a message somehow. His president even contacted me!”
Prussia rolled his eyes, “I think he has a prime minister, but when was the last time you two talked?”
America sighed and his mind drifted to the past. “A month ago. That’s a long time even for him.”
Alfred had been trying to navigate his way around Northern Ontario and stubbornly refused to admit he’d gotten lost. He drove around for a couple more hours before stopping at a diner and asking for directions.
When he finally reached his brother’s private cabin, he was exhausted and starved. He even brought American food with him; obviously one needed provisions when they were chasing down their younger, quieter, and apparently healthier, brother. Maybe Mattie would make him some of that poutine stuff he seemed so fond of. That surely wasn’t healthy. But then the boy would berate him for encouraging obesity among his people…blah blah. Alfred was determined to have a good time with his Mattie and not let the Canadian’s self-righteous attitude distract him.
He drove his navy blue SUV up the long gravel path and parked next to Mattie’s red jeep. He walked up the rest of the path and knocked on his brother’s door.
The sight of his brother brought a grin to his lips the second he saw him through the glass window and he pulled the smaller man into a tight hug.
“I missed you, bro! Where have you been?”
Matthew coughed and Alfred got the hint to loosen his grip; he held him at arm’s length and took in his delicate features. The American frowned as he noted the dark circles under his brother’s eyes and the less vibrant violet hue of his eyes.
“Hey? Are you okay?”
The Canadian nodded, “F-fine. I’m fine. Just tired. I got here late last night. It’s been stressful at work.”
Alfred frowned but nodded understandingly.
“Come in,” Matthew said quickly, he was getting nervous under his brother’s scrutiny. Alfred picked up his duffle bag from the porch and followed him in.
They ate dinner together. Fish and chips were on the menu apparently. Alfred grinned and dug in.
“A-are you staying for a while then, Al?” Matthew asked tentatively.
“Well,” Alfred started thoughtfully, “I thought a couple days…you know, to catch up. The world meeting’s in a month. It’s at Arty’s place.”
Matthew nodded, “Yeah, I know. Well, you can stay for a while I guess.”
Alfred nodded and resumed cleaning his plate and reaching for thirds.
Matthew pushed his food around and occasionally passed a piece of fish to Kumajirou. The polar bear was sitting at the table with the two nations glancing between them.
Alfred watched his brother surreptitiously and noted his slightly sunken in cheeks. Why wasn’t Mattie eating? He definitely had lost some weight. The younger of the two tended to under-eat when he was stressed or upset about something, and while he was a wicked rough hockey player, his body had always been on the slim side.
When they were finished, Matthew picked up their plates and put them in the sink to wash.
“Want help?” Despite what people may think of him, Alfred did help out in the kitchen; even though he resented Arthur’s smothering, he did learn some gentlemanly behaviours from the nation.
Matthew bit his lip and glanced up at his brother beneath his bangs, “You don’t have to, but…”
Alfred smiled and reached up to brush Matthew’s strawberry blond hair out of his pretty eyes. He let his hands trail down the Canadian’s slender arms and gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “No problem.”
Matthew smiled faintly, “Thanks. Want pancakes and maple syrup tomorrow?”
The American nodded enthusiastically, “Sounds great!”
Alfred came back to himself and realised he’d reiterated his story, minus the affectionate touching because who knew what France and England would say about that. Not that they could do a whole lot…but Alfred wanted to keep his less than brotherly affection towards his brother to himself until he could confess to the person who mattered most to him.
Alfred noted that he was sitting back in his seat at the meeting table and most of the other nations had left. A few stayed behind (Finland, Sweden, Prussia, England, and France) and that made Alfred happy-once he found Matthew, he could tell him that there were people who remembered him. It was the one thing that always upset his brother the most.
“So it was a normal holiday for you two and nothing besides the lack of sleep and eating was unusual?” Finland asked frowning thoughtfully.
“Can you think of anything else?” England asked.
Alfred shrugged, “That’s the only thing.”
“I think we should break for lunch now but let’s talk about this right after. Maybe we can figure out a way to track him down,” England suggested.
“I can track him,” Finland said, implying his role as Santa Claus who could track down anyone.
They all nodded and left. Alfred lagged behind glancing at his brother’s chair, even when Matthew went invisible, the American could always see him. He never told his brother that, but he hadn’t told his brother a lot of things lately. Maybe that’s why Mattie vanished. The Canadian was always able to read his brother and could tell if he was hiding things, it had something to do with their sibling bond, Alfred figured. He sure hoped they would find Mattie; he certainly had some things to tell him.
…
A/n: So this is really going! I had a solid idea for this and I know how I want it to end more or less… Therefore, it will get finished in a timely fashion! Please review, lovelies!