Tale of the New World Twins

Only A Lair Can Stop The Truth

The next morning

Like usual Mathew was already up and dressed, listening to music on his iPod by the time Alfred zoned into the world of the living.

Nevile was still dead to the world in his bed; to the point a nuclear missile wouldn't wake him.

The thing that was different though, was Harry and Ron were gone.

Usually they would wait here so they could all meet in the common room together.

Alfred stretched, cracking all his joints in a way that would have annoyed Canada immensely if it weren't for the headphones, and got up.

"Hey Can' have you seen our roommates." he shouted to make sure his twin heard.

Mathew took off his headphones and said "Yeah, they told you they had to talk to Hermione and that they'll meet us at breakfast".

Alfred nodded then went to the connecting bathroom to get ready.

When done he stepped out, slipped his flag themed headphones and called out to his brother.

"Okay ready dude".

So they enjoyed the surprisingly uneventful walk to the cafeteria.

The surprise happened once they walked in.

Almost every single person at the Slyrtherin table and quite a few from the others, were holding a lighter.

And as soon as the stepped in they flicked them on.

Alfred stepped back and ran into the halls and Mathew just rolled his eyes.

He had gotten it out of his system last night. As long as went and burned something every few days, the fire didn't affect him in the slightest.

Although he still did enjoy the warmth.

So...warm...

'Snap out of it!' he shouted in his head, clearing away the foggy feeling.

"Look what you did. Now who is going to have to calm him down? Oh right, me. I know what Draco told you, and yes it is true. I do in fact have pyromania. But as long as I burn something every few days I'm fine. So although I do find your display beautiful, I'm not going to go burn down a forest like yesterday."

He expected them to grumble and reluctantly turn off the lighters. But what they did instead just angered him.

"It wasn't you we were going after. It was your brother and now we have proof he is afraid of fire." A Sytherin girl snorted.

Canada glowered at them

"Do any of you know why he is afraid of fire?" he growled taking a step closer.

"It's because of me. I have burned him countless times okay. It is my fault. He was completely fine with it, till I had to go and nearly kill him! Now that is a very sensitive subject between us. So unless you want to be burned at the stake quite literally, I suggest not bringing it up."

With that he stormed out, shutting the large oak doors behind him.

Leaving a smiling snake in his wake.

The trio scrambled after him, not wanting the hard spell to go to waste.

Canada found his twin in the hallway, sitting under and air conditioning vent, coat off and fanning himself.

America can't help it.

Every time he sees's fire he is brought back to 1814.

The day he was literal burned from the inside out.