These aren't necessarily connected, or even in any sort of logical order. So… yeah…
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A is for:
alone

He's late. Matthew frowned at the door. He… he probably forgot. Matt pulled his legs to his chest. "But at least I still have you, right, Kumaluka?"

The bear looked at him absently. "Who?"

"I'm Canada, your—you know what? Never mind. Just… never mind."

Kumajirou wandered away, probably toward the kitchen.

I bet the ungrateful thing's hungry, Matt thought irritably. I don't care. He can just starve.

He rested his forehead on his knees. It's been an hour already. He's not going to come, is he? Apparently I'm not as memorable as he claims.

His doorbell rang, the sound harsh and annoying. "Go away, Al."

The response was muffled by distance and brick, but neither the voice nor the accent was Alfred's. The resounding click of the door being unlocked reached Matt's ears, followed shortly by the sound of it being slammed.

"Mattie!" Gilbert's voice echoed down the hallway. "I'm sorry I'm late; West locked me in my room and blocked the window. It took forever to convince Feli to let me out."

"What did you do to make him do that?" Matt asked, pretending he hadn't just been at the verge of tears.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. He was saying something when he locked the door, but I was yelling at him too loudly to hear." He smiled sheepishly, plopping himself down on the couch next to Mattie.

Matthew leaned against his arm. "Why am I not surprised?"

adamant

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"C'mon, Mattie, pretty, pretty please?"

"For the last time, Gilbert, I am not letting you drink straight maple syrup for breakfast."

abstain

"G-Gilbert! Quit that!" Matt yelped, half-heartedly pushing the albino away.

"Aw, Mattie, don't be a tease." Gil murmured in Matt's ear, voice deliberately husky.

"I am not being a tease! We are guests at my brother's house. If we… continued, I would never be able to look Al in the eyes again!" Matthew insisted.

"Fine." Gil pouted.

"But we can still cuddle," Matt conceded, tucking his head under Gilbert's chin.

awkward

"Um, Al, you've met Gilbert before, right?" Matthew fidgeted under his brother's unusually intense scrutiny.

"Yeah, a couple times. You're that guy that goes out drinking with Antonio and Francis a lot, aren't you?"

"That's me." Gil shuffled his feet anxiously, wishing he could dissolve into the floor.

"So what's this about?" Alfred fixed his gaze on his guilty-looking brother.

"I guess I should formally introduce you, then. Gilbert, this is my brother Alfred, the United States of America. Alfred, this is Gilbert, formerly the Kingdom of Prussia. My…my… my boy… friend."

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First chapter done! Each letter is going to have four-ish words. Please review! ChiCho out!