Characters: Canada and America
It was a bit of an understatement to say that Alfred had an obsession with stars.
There were stars on his flag, on his boxers, on his curtains and on his bedspread. He’d had a space program for years in spite of it being a massive drain on resources for the sole purpose of reaching the stars, and when that failed, he obsessed over shows like Star Trek and Star Wars instead. Anyone who knew him would easily admit to his mind being stuck somewhere up at that level instead of down on earth where it belonged. He doodled stars over his notes at meetings, painted them on his ceilings in glow-in-the-dark paint, and generally could be found with at least one on his person at any given time.
It could be a bit annoying at times, though mostly it was more on the endearing side.
As Matthew watched his brother inhale his third bowl of Lucky Charms that morning, he couldn’t help but notice an odd pattern about the way he’d eat them: first went all of the marshmallows except for one particular shape, then the actual cereal, and then he sucked down the milk and eventually scooped out the remaining marshmallows piece by piece like a child.
Which ones survived until the end? The stars, of course.
"What are you doing," Matt asked, gesturing towards Alfred’s bowl with his own spoon. "Don’t you like those?"
"Of course I do! I’m savin’ the best for last!"
"…You’re an idiot," he muttered, grabbing a Cheerio from his own bowl to toss at his brother. "They’re just marshmallows.”
He ended up with a soggy star winged at his face for his trouble.