Lost in Transition: Different Dialects

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: A simple sentence from Arthur changes everything as Alfred completely takes it the wrong way. No romance or mpeg (stated because the prologue could be taken in several different ways).

Warning: Alfred not reading the atmosphere, British slang, misconceptions of romance, curse words, and American terms—you have been warned.

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Prologue:

Confession?

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Location: Canada's House, Ottawa

It was a cloudy Friday when his brother turned up cold and shivering on his doorstep. His clothes were ragged, and farad at the edges as if he'd been through the ringer and his smile was somewhat strained as he was led to a couch and given hot chocolate.

Matthew let the silence stretch as he waited patiently for his brother to speak, knowing sooner or later he would.

And he right…

Alfred was silent for a long time before he finally spoke.

"I think Iggy is losing his marbles." He said calmly as if he was just talking about the weather and not the mental well being of his older brother/father figure.

Canada stared at him unable to figure out why Alfred was talking about this.

It wasn't often that his brother actually left the United States even for meetings, so the fact that he was visiting was a much unexpected surprise considering the most recent news.

According to world economists, the American economy is recovering faster than expected, meaning that the eventually fall of the United States was not coming any time soon, and the world's sole superpower would more than likely remain in power—especially considering the European Union disastrous fallout…

Still, even if things were starting to return to normal, Alfred was not the same, happy person he'd been—

"Why do you think that?" Matthew asked glancing over his cup to his twin trying very hard not to react to his brother previous words.

What the maple did Arthur say?

Alfred signed carefully placing his cup of cocoa on the nearby side table. "Last week, during our usual meet-up, he…" He trailed off muttering.

Canada couldn't make out anything he said. "Repeat it again. Arthur did what?"

Alfred signed again thoroughly depressed about his next words, and the fact he had to repeat (again) his words.

"Arthur…confused to me."

Matthew's eyes went wide.

"WHAT?"

He confessed? To Alfred?

Matthew knew they were close but to actually…no, wait if that was true then perhaps all those arguments between them made some sense… Like, the reason Arthur always picked a fight with Alfred was because he'd didn't know how to express his feelings…and then there was that 'Special Relationship' to consider'—

How could I miss this?

"—tie, hello Mattie you listening?"

'Mattie' blinked apparently he'd spaced out on Alfred. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said that Arthur confessed that Francis knocked him up!"

Mattie passed out.

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Author's Note: A real shocker for Mattie. Though the thought of him reading more into the relationship between Alfred and Arthur was probably logical (and rather funny) to write. Still, I'm keeping to my profile promises and not making any romance the central theme of any of my fan fictions. Though the ironic thing is I'm a fan of USUK...oh well, I think a no pairing fan fic is better ('cause I am terrible at writing romance).

British slang: knocked up-This means to wake someone up. While in the USA, 'knocked up' means that, that person is pregnant. ( I kind of assumed Matthew would know some American slang from spending too much time around Alfred, so I'm not too sure if this means something in Canada…if it does please ignore it for the sake of this fan fic plot).

Readers of 'Secrets from America': the next chapter should be posted sometime today.

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