Why am I your brother?

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Finally the meeting is over. I didn't even end up staying through the whole thing. America walks over to me and falls down on my bed.
"Hey Mattie! Did you know we had a world meeting today?" America asks.

  "Yes, and I was there for most of it."  I sigh.  "Oh...well I didn't see you." He says. "Like always." I mumble. 

    "What was that?" He asks.  "Nothing, just talking to myself."   He bounces off my bed and sits up. "Hey Mattie."  I don't pay attention to him.  He starts poking me on the arm over and over. "Mattie, Mattie, Mattie."  I'm going to punch him.  "MATTHEWWWWWWW."

       That's it.  "WHAT THE F*** DO YOU WANT?!"  I yell, causing America to jump and Yelp. 

     He was speechless.  I take a deep breath in to calm myself, "Sorry Al, what do you want?" He just stared at me. "Wow...that...that was...AWESOME! I didn't know you could yell like that." He screamed. Of course he thought it was awesome.

"I'm not helpless you idiot. Just because I'm nice and usually quiet doesn't mean I can't or won't murder you." I sigh.

    "Awww, you wouldn't want to murder me Mattie!" He said fake frowning. I just roll my eyes in annoyance. I don't think he realises how many people want to or have tried kill him, me included.

    "Why are you even here?" I ask.  "What? I can't just visit my bro once and a while?" He whines.  I don't hate him, he's my brother, but sometimes I wish he would just...how do I say this...poof! Right out of existence.

    "Whatever."  I grab Kumajiro and start petting him.  "I'm going out, you can fallow me or just..." I motion around the room, "sit in here."

    "I'll stay here."  He says, "yes, in your room.  You got pancakes in the fridge, that's all I need."  Ok, I have a fridge in my room filed with pancakes, hey don't judge me! 

   "Ok, see you later Al.  Also don't eat all my pancakes!"  I yelled as he already started to warm one up.  He just laughed.  Maybe he's not such a bad brother.

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