Just Brothers. [Hiatus]

The Truth.

A.N: bleh short update bc people have been asking (also wow its been a year since i updated this??)
ive lost interest in this story but im really going to try and finish it.
im also going to re-write the first few chapters, hopefully, sometime soon.

I would really appreciate it if you reviewed/commented, its been a while since i worked on any of my fics and i would really like to know if i have improved at all/

Warnings: None.
I am using Francois as 2p!France's name.

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Al and Matt were now situated inside the Canadians house, they had come out of the snow to talk. Plus it was warm inside due to the fire, which was a big one-up for Al since he wasn't too keen on the cold.
"Nightmares? That's all?" He asked as he lent forwards on his elbows. He had sat down on one of the soft chair's in his brother's living room, Matt sitting to his left on the sofa, staring at the floor as if it was going to help him.

Matt honestly looked scared, which was a first. Usually the blonde was loud and pretty damn scary when angered, not showing many emotions other than "you fucked up" and "thanks that was kind of nice i guess".
Al wanted to help- honestly, he did. But he wasn't sure what to do in a situation like this. Yes, the guy was his older brother but he just wasn't used to this and hadn't really had to help someone like this before. Was he supposed to give him a blanket or a drink? A hug perhaps? He wasn't used to his brother being like this.

Silence settled in the room, the fire that had been lit crackled in the background as Al fought for his words but nothing came out. His thoughts were loud and messy, while his mouth was quiet. He thought of calling Oliver, a father figure to both the boys, to come help. Or maybe Francois since he was practically a father to Matt- not a very good one, but maybe he knew about the nightmares?

"Well, yeah. I've had 'em for a while now.." The elder brother mumbled, startling Al. The Canadian leaned back into the sofa, his eyes now staring at the fire as it crackled and glowed. He was biting on his lip, a habit he had since he was young, wondering if he should explain to his brother or not. 

It was quiet in the room. Far too quiet. It made Al's stomach twist and turn with unease. Suddenly, he stood up with a determined look in his eyes and stood before his brother, said brother looking up at him in confusion. Grabbing Matt's chin, Al looked him in the eyes and for a few moments before smiling.

"Stop chewin' on your damn lip and lets get you sorted out." 

He then walked off and into Matt's kitchen, the sound of a kettle being flicked on before cupboards being opened. Matt was confused, was Al going to help him? Al was pretty determined at times, despite being lazy and barely leaving his bed on most days.

In the kitchen, Al was pulling out things from his cupboards, things like hot chocolate mix and some popcorn microwave packets. Al usually loved how quiet it was, but at times like these, it just made him worry. 

He went though his plan in his head. First, he would put a blanket in Matt's tumble drier to warm it, make some hot chocolate and some popcorn too. Then, without telling his brother what he was doing, he would bring everything in, wrap his brother in the warm blanket and turn on the TV so they could watch something, hopefully they could talk then without the home feeling so.. empty.