It would have been just on 1am on a Saturday morning. The sky was still dark with stars poking holes into it. The streets at this time were almost completely silent. Somewhere Within an Upper Class neighborhood, a black car with an Uber sticker on the window, pulled into the driveways of one of the larger houses on the block. The car sat there for a moment, the engine still running loudly, until one of the back doors to the car swung open, followed by a very drunk America stumbling out of the cabin.
"Man you...Thanks man. You know you-you didn't 'ave to take me home" America slurred, leaning against the car.
"for the last time, you paid me to" The driver stated, starting to pull out of the driveway. As the car peeled out, America stood there waving to the driver, almost tripping over the air as he spun to head to the front door. Luckily for him, his brother had left it unlocked.
Off in the kitchen, sitting in the dim light, was Canada. Upon hearing the drunkard fall through the door, Canada had stood up from the barstools, calmly walking past the counter towards one of the cupboards to begin preparing something. America had caught himself on the counter, positioning himself before sitting down on one of the stools. "Good morning" Canada said.
"Morning?...it's..it's only 9 isn't it?" America asked, looking up at his brother.
"It's 1am." Canada groaned, turning around to the counter, two glasses in hand.
"What's uhh..What's you doing" America asked, sloppily pointing to the glass cups. Canada looked down at the glasses, placing them down on the counter and then turning back around to the fridge. "Well, since you've been out drinking, I thought I'd get you to test one of my own brews..Y'know, to finish off your night"
He suggested, bringing a corked bottle out of the fridge.
"Aw..don't mind if I do..Everyone says you never hold back on the alcohol" America laughed out.
"You could say that. Here, try some" Canada said, flicking the cork out of the bottle.
He stepped forward, pouring the drink into both of the glasses. Without hesitation, America immediately grabbed one of the glasses, and started drinking from it. Canada hadn't touched his, simply watching his brother with a deadpan expression
. "Mm. Shit this is great man, You made this yourself?" America asked, choking on the drink halfway down.
"I did. Designed the label too" Canada said, bringing the other glass up to his mouth to take a sip.
"Dude, you gotta start your own brewery, this stuffs too good not to share. What'd you make it with anyway? There's something in the back of its taste." America asked, guzzling down the last off the drink.
"Oh Y'know, just plain beer, little bit of maple syrup...Oh- and peanuts too" Said Canada.
America had paused, his eyes falling wide open and gazing into the empty glass he held, and then turning his eyes back up to his brother.
"Heh..uh, Nada you know I'm-...Really allergic to peanuts" He stated, already starting to feel short of breath.
"Oh I know, I know very well" Canada stated, simply just watching his brother grow panicked.
"Yeah?...So what the hell are you doing!? Get me my epipen or something!" America choked out.
"I'm afraid I can't do that" His brother replied.
"Why th-..Okay- okay this isn't funny, man, jokes over- get my damn pen!" America yelled, tripping over his words as he choked. Canada hadn't moved, simply remaining in place and staring at his brother with little to no emotion.
America continued to panic, now able to physically feel his throat swelling up to the point of suffocating him.
"Are yo- trying to fucking kill me?!" He wheezed.
"Yes." Said Canada. America glared at his brother, his hands clutching onto his throat and trying to stand up in an attempt to reach a phone or medicine or any type of refuge, only to end up falling to the floor. "Plea..!...Ca...Am..lance...!" America wheezed, his face almost turning blue from the lack of air. Canada had just glared at him, almost seeming disappointed.
He had started putting the lid back on the bottle of drink, gathering the two glasses up and bringing them with him out of the kitchen sink. "Ca-..da..elp-!..Pl..ase!" America strained, trying to pull himself back up on the counter. Canada stopped, looking back at his suffocating brother for a moment.
He turned back to the sink, grasping the dish cloth and starting to clean one of the glasses. Leaving his brothers glass on the splash back.
"I always found you insufferable, Y'know? Always so loud, so flashy. Always the big shot. And I know I'm not the only one to think that." Canada spoke, putting the dish cloth back and turning to the cupboard, putting the glass away. "Maybe this'll bring some relief to everyone." He continued.
Canada hadn't even looked at him. Once the glass was back in the cupboard, he had walked out of the kitchen, his spotless boots stepping over America as he left him on the floor. America had stopped making choked noises by now, the white stripes on his flag turning pinkish grey from the lack of air, as it got harder for him to stay awake.
Not even thinking back on the situation, Canada had headed down into the houses basement, having taken the bottle of peanut beer with him. The basement was what he used as the bottling plant. He placed the glass bottle in the machine, pulled the mechanical lever that pressed the metal caps onto them, so that it looked as if the bottle was never opened..
