Chapter 7
The three countries stayed with Alfred at America's house. All three complained that the house wasn't decorated enough. Alfred silently agreed. There was no pictures, it looked like the house was brand new still. Alfred made a note in his head to look for pictures in the attic or even in the basement. If there wasn't any, Alfred was sure that Mattie would help him with taking pictures.
"America? What are you doing up before 10?" Mattie asked, coming into the kitchen. Alfred couldn't sleep again.
"Making coffee," Alfred replied, pouring water in the machine.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Only you asking me what's wrong every five minutes," Alfred snapped
"Sorry, it's just. You don't seem happy," Canada said.
"To be honest with you, dude. And you can't say this to anyone," Alfred said, turning to Canada. Canada found a stool by the island counter. He on sat it, watching Alfred's face.
"I swear to God," Canada said, leaning in to hear his twin spill his secret.
"Someone told me to do something, Mattie," Alfred spilled, he hated lying so much.
"Something bad?" Canada asked.
"No... Yes. It was their death wish, and I don't know if I can do it," Alfred choked up, tears spling. Canada was freaking out, he has seen America cry before but it was fake crying. This seemed like actually feelings crying. Canada got up and went to hug his twin brother. Alfred quickly took the comfort of the hug and hugged back.
"I can't lie, Mattie! I never could! It's so hard! I have too much of a conscious!" Alfred cried out. Canada was confused, America never felt this guilty for lying. He was a born liar.
"Uh, America. Who asked you to lie? You said they died? Did you get close to a human again?" Canada scolded, pulling Alfred back. Canada froze, his eyes widening.
While France and England were hiding behind a wall while the kitchen door was open. They've heard everything, but they didn't realize what the Canadian realized.