Never Forgotten

Chapter Thirteen

So it's thanksgiving and I was allowed to drink some wine so I don't know how this chapter is gonna turn out but I'm a lightweight so wish me luck!
My mouth tastes funny.

Prussia's POV: 

Sometime later that day Alfred went into the basement to play video games and Mattie went upstairs to do...something....
I wasn't sure what but I could hear muffled music coming from his room.
Having nothing better to do, I decided to investigate.
The Canadian was lying on his bedroom floor listening to some song that was hard to describe. It was like rock or country or something else I couldn't place. But it sure sounded good.
"Vhat are jou doing?" I asked, closing the door behind me.
"Go away. I'm vibing." He hissed, his eyes closed.
"Vhat's zhis song, Birdie?" I sat down next to him.
"Something to vibe to, b'y. Get outa here."
I didn't listen. I stayed quiet thought.
The song was loud and bouncy. I really wanted to know what it was, but was too afraid to ask again. I waited until it ended and a rap song came on. Mattie sat up and looked at me with intensity.
"Are jou high or something?" I asked.
"B'y? Have you even heard of The Stanfields?"
"Um....Nein." I started feeling kinda nervous. The room kinda smelled like weed but I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not.
"I'm from the east coast of Canada, home of the bagpipes, known for our fiddle players, beer and our keg price." The guy rapped, completely forgetting about our conversation.
"Mattie, are jou okay?"
"Geeeeeeelllllbart Bellshmart!!~" he purred seductively.
Okay. He was definitely high. But damn that kid could rap.
"Jou need to take a nap." I told him. He stuck his tongue out at me.
"Okay! Zhat's it!" I stood and walked to his stereo.
"Non! If you do that Harper will win the election and we'll be screwed for another four years!!!!" He shouted.
"VHAT DOES ZHAT HAVE TO DO VITH ANYZHING?!!" I shouted back.
America burst in right then. "You better not be hurting my little bro, asshole!" He yelled.
"I'm not! I'm just...vell he's high und-"
"You got my brother high?!!! How could you? He's only a child!"
"Mattie got himself high. I vas just turning his music off!"
"Never turn my baby's music off! He'll yell at you!"
"STOP FIGHTING! YOU'RE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART!" Birdie screamed in anguish. He started to cry which made America jump to his side and hold him close. "I'm sorry, bro. It won't happen again."
I slowly backed out of the room, making my way to my own.
What the hell is wrong with this family.

See. Drunk Shick actually writes pretty decent. Okay, I'm not that drunk. I didn't even finish my wine. But whatever. Enjoy two chapters in one day bitches.