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Alfred flipped the batter angrily. Why had he allowed this to happen? Sure, they hadn't gotten off to the best start. Alfred had been loyal to Arthur, Matthew had always belonged to Francis, even after Francis had dumped him off with England. But then there had been the revolution, and they could have become closer then...if Alfred hadn't had the great idea of trying to get Matthew to himself.

Ok, so he'd gone about doing it the wrong way. Maybe invasion wasn't the best way to get to know someone. He was young. There was still no need for Matthew to have burned down the White House!

Alfred scowled at the memory, flipping a not-quite-done pancake. Batter splattered over Matt's oven, causing the scowl to grow deeper.

And then there had been the collapse of the Soviet Union, when Matthew had practically jumped into Ivan's arms. The fact that Ivan hadn't technically been his enemy at the time didn't matter in Alfred's opinion. It was simple courtesy: If you want to date your brother's former enemy, you have to ask permission first. It had taken Alfred a long time to get over seeing the two parading around arm in arm. Come to think of it, that was also about the time he started pretending he didn't remember who Canada was...

It had been just a joke then. It wasn't even funny anymore. Tears welled in Alfred's eyes as memories of Matthew's hurt expression came to mind. He had actually cornered Alfred once, what must have been an amazing show of bravery for the gentle nation. With searching eyes and a slightly quivering lip he had asked, “Why are you doing this? We fought side by side in two world wars. Our men died together, fighting for one cause. My soldiers continue to follow you into whatever war you've decided to engage in on any given week. Why do you pretend I don't exist?”

Alfred had to set the spatchula down, leaning over a counter as emotion ripped through his chest. Tears flowed freely now, brought on by the memory and how he had answered. Matthew had been so honest and heartfelt. And Alfred had simply given him a curious look, head tilted to the side in confusion as he had asked, “Who are you again?” And then he had left his brother, strutting down the hall with a snicker.

He should have apologized. He should have gotten on his hands and knees at the next summit and begged for his brother's forgiveness. Why had he let pride waste so much time?

Why was he letting time slip away now? He flipped the knob on the stove, and bolted out of the kitchen.