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Do u think there are little things Alfred remembers and brings up sometimes that Mathew thought he forgot or weren’t important

Oh god yes. Alfred's the epitome of blursed older brother. Does he remember Matt's 'birthday'? Depends on the year. Does he remember he insisted on picking Matt up from the airport for a visit and then was on the other side of the country the day of? Every decade. Does he occasionally forget Matt exists for months on end? Regularly. Does he always remember Ottawa is the seat of government? About 50/50 shot on that. Does he remember Canada has a PM and not a president? Also 50/50. Does he refer to the legislative body of Canada as congress? Probably every time it gets brought up.

There are also things he doesn't remember out of love. Matt knows and has carefully thought about how to disarm and incapacitate Alfred if need be. He's done it. Mostly to stop Alfred from doing something stupid, but once or twice to save his own life. The only counter for strength is knowledge. Alfred doesn't remember or know the reverse. Because such a thing has never even crossed his mind. He's invaded and set Canada on fire, but he's never struck Matt first in their lives. He's a little delusional about how Matt is sometimes. His vision of his baby brother is the most vulnerable version of Matt.

But what does he remember? Does he recall Matt's favourite apple pie recipe, that's from when Alfred was stashed with the Quakers in the early 18th century? Yes. Does he know Matt's boot size? Damn right he does, and he sent them off every three months for every season like clockwork when Matt was at war before him. Does he remember what Matt's order is for some of their classic haunts? Yeah. And when they haven't eaten somewhere, and he's in charge of picking up take out, Alfred always picks something Matt ends up enjoying.

Alfred will never remember big things. He doesn't remember fuck all about Canada, really. He's got his head full of his own country, his own accomplishments and plans and dreams. But he remembers a lot about Matt. The favourite recipes, Matt's shit lungs after WW1, the places Matt goes to hide away from the world when he's moody, where he keeps the spare keys, the migraines he gets when the Chinook pressure gets particularly shitty.

He brings up random little things all the time from when they were younger. The Canadien breed horse Matt rode down to war in 1861 and gave him when he could ride again. The ridiculous amount of hand-me-downs Matt wore of Alfred's when Arthur occasionally kidnapped him because Arthur kept forgetting to buy him things that weren't French. The kind of crabapple trees he'd lift Matt to reach. He keeps special apple trees in New England that have given him the same apples Matt's loved since the 17th century. He thinks about getting rid of them every few years because they're not profitable. But they're Matt's trees they planted when Matt was barely more than a baby when Alfred first met him in 1629.

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This is just a quick little sketch I made before I leave for home tomorrow, can’t wait to see my family !!  

PS: I won`t post any new drawings for a while, I am gonna spend time with my family and work on uni projects, see you next year!

I've been thinking a lot lately about how the main difference between Alfred and Matt is ambition and it's relationship with faith.

Alfred wants the world. He did on some level want the industrial and economic power that propelled him to the status of power. He resisted it, but he longed for the military might that all but forced his inheritance of the slipping British Empire. He longed for it. Maybe more for the respect at first, the ability to look Arthur in the eye as a man and equal, and only reluctantly for the ability to shape the world but he wanted it all the same. And he has faith he'll have it and that he deserves it. He believes with every ounce of himself that his way, his values, his path was the best one. Not only for him but for anyone around him. First the Americas, and then the world. There are doubts that whisper in his ear that sound like the roaring flames of hell and they nag at his conscience but they disapears under the barrage of success that he desired. He is God's chosen country. Icarus flew too close to the sun, and tumbled into the sea on broken wings when sun-warmed wax melted away. But Alfred swallowed the sun itself, took it into his hands and surpassed all other nations when he became that first nuclear power. He has utter faith that the entire world will dance to the tune he chooses.

Matt has little ambition. If he has any, it is only to survive, to avoid being swallowed whole by the competing empires that gave him breath and the brother he's bound too. He was the second son of the British Empire, Arthur's most dependable child. The First Dominion of Empire. Sounds so grand, like he's so in line with Arthur. It should be that he had faith in imperial dreams, in that world upon which the sun did not set upon his family and an ambition to serve it and prop it up in all things. But there is little of it there. He is the abandoned son of the French Empire. He has no faith in loyalty or in safety or love nor in any ambition too it. Except that innate need to survive. And Matt, well he is the North. Here, survival means warmth. Not the fires of nuclear power but of warmth and community and fire. Matthew's utter devotion to his Father and his family is given without so much expectation as hope that it will be returned when the brink is near and he needs help.

Matt looks softer, kinder than his brother, but he has that same sort of sharp ambition to him under it all. It's so much smaller as he has little faith in anything he gives being returned, but his one small need demands he give anyway. The North American brothers are much the same. It's just Alfred is so much louder and less desperate and more honest than Matt.

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