LondonandDanny

America has heterochromia and Canada finds out

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When America was born from Native America, many of the other children found him to be beautiful. His golden hair was so bright that it made the sun look dim and his porcelain skin was just so soft it made the many natives jealous. He started to smile straight out of the womb, laughing instead of crying like every other child on the planet.

"Such a happy child, a true blessing,"

Catori said as she gazed down at her baby. But it was when Alfred first opened his eyes that the natives were stunned into silence. Alfred's eyes were much more different than any other pair of eyes on the globe. His right was a stunning blue that seemed to be on par with a sapphire. The left eye was a ravishing green that seemingly blended two shades together, some of the eye blotted with minty green and the other parts an emerald green.

"Is our brother ok?"
"Is he sick?"
"Why are his eyes so odd, mama?"

The other natives began to question their mother rapidly, making her head spin. Not much was known about different colored eyes, especially when each eye was totally it's own. Many of her children were worried that the eyes meant Alfred was sick, while others assumed it was because he was the new world and it was normal somewhere else. 

Some even flat out rejected Alfred, vexing him and calling him an evil entity made to destroy them. They did not like the fact that Alfred was born so different, he wasn't copper skinned with brown eyes and black hair. He was just too different to begin with, but the eyes are what sent them overboard.

It worried Catori as she held her youngest son, being that different colored eyes might be percieved as something evil. She did love the green eye more than the blue, but it was the green eye that struck fear into her children. 

Favoring the more common blue eyes, she used her magic to conceal the rather astoning green eye. It broke her heart that she had to do it, but she feared for Alfred's safety if she didn't. The magic lasted up until her death, from which Vinland began to help him conceal his eye.

After Vinland's sudden passing, Alfred had learned to master magic himself. He used his own magic to conceal his eye and forever kept it that way. His siblings often hassled him for it, calling him evil every chance they could. They told other tribes and even settlers that Alfred was an evil incarnate that was born to destroy. 

This caused Alfred his fair share of struggles and near death experiences, but that's a story for another time.

He sometimes thought of revealing it, such as when Britain and France were arguing over him. France argued that America had his eyes, which in turn entitled him to being his big brother. He didn't know that Alfred's other eye was more inline with England's and Sweden's.

Nobody knew, not even Canada. The two brothers told each other everything, but Alfred couldn't tell Matthew about his deformity. He was afraid that his own brother would think him weird or evil, just as the native siblings he once had before told him. Matthew always felt like Alfred was hiding something, but could never figure out what.

At least, not until a few centuries later...

Matthew had been visiting Alfred in the aftermath of Las Vegas Massacre. The northern brother was practically dashing through the hospital halls like lightning, most people not even noticing he had passed them until wind had whipped their faces. Alfred had recieved ten bullets to the back after sheilding a group of concert goers, so he was put into a medically endused coma to heal.

When Matthew opened the door, he simply began to cry. He sat by Alfred's bedside and held his hand, silently waiting for him to get better. Only a few more hours passed before Alfred began to stir, making Matthew jump up.

"A-Alfred?" he whispered as he gently cupped Alfred's cheek. His thumb brushed under Alfred's left eye as his eyelashes began to flutter. Matthew felt his breath catch in his throat as Alfred opened his eyes, revealing his green eye for the first time in ages. Alfred smiled weakly and nodded, oblivious to the surprised look on his brother's face.

"Hey Mattie, what's up?" he asked as he kept looking at him. Matthew felt his heart crack at America's weakened state, but he still kept his focus on the beautiful green eye. Alfred felt his head pulse, making him suddenly grasp his temple and left eye. Matthew's hand quickly pulled away as Alfred struggled to sit up.

"Alfie, hold on a minute. I'll help ya," Matthew gently steadied Alfred's back, kissing his temple. A nurse came in a moment later with a syringe, prepared to give Alfred pain medication. She nearly dropped her tray as he gazed at Alfred's eyes, leaving hurriedly to find a doctor. Alfred felt confusion wrap around his head as he looked to his brother.

"Mattie, what's wrong with her?"

"It's your eyes, they're beautiful," Alfred felt himself panic as he shot out of bed, yelling in pain as he tried to limp his way to the bathroom. Matthew tried to help him, but Alfred batted his hand away. When he finally got to the bathroom and gazed at himself, he began to cry, "Alfred! What's the matter?!"

"I'm sorry I'm so ugly, I promise I'm not evil!" Alfred pleaded as he fell to his knees. Memories began to flash before him: all the times he was burnt at the steak, all the times he was nearly drowned, all the times he was hung at the gallows, and all the tortuous beatings he receives from all eras of his life.

"Alfred, what are you talking aboot?!" Matthew felt panic take over his body as his normally happy brother cried.

"My eyes!!! They're evil!!! Even the natives thought so!!!" Matthew knelt by Alfred's side and embraced him, feeling tears come to his own eyes. He rubbed Alfred's head, trying to calm him down. The doctor came in a minute later and helped Alfred to his bed, putting him once again under a strong sedated sleep.

More hours passed by as Alfred slept, Matthew running to the nearest McDonald's after getting permission from the doctor. When he returned with the bag of food, he noticed Alfred's nose begin to twitch. He laughed as Alfred's eyes flew open and he made grabby hands right towards the food.

"Alfred, your eyes are very beautiful. The natives and everyone were wrong," Matthew comforted as he fed Alfred another fry. America blushed as Canada continued to feed him, making him feel all happy and warm. After the meal was done, America told him everything.

Matthew felt like crying to know that his brother had gone through such a hellish childhood, but he planned to make up for it. A World Meeting wad to be held the following week in Russia, so they planned to expose his eyes there. Until then, Alfred left his eyes natural.

He got many compliments, so many that Alfred began to feel pride when it came to his unique eyes. He even got many flirts, which didn't sit well with Matthew. Nonetheless, he was happy that his younger brother was getting comfortable with himself.

When the meeting finally rolled around, Matthew dressed Alfred in a white dress shirt, a gray sweater, black slacks, and black shoes. He gently placed Texas on Alfred's face with a smile, finding the bland coloring of Alfred's clothes brought out the stunning colors of his eyes. 

Grabbing their trench coats, they left the hotel and began their walk to the meeting building. They turned many heads as they walked, many people oogling them. Russian whispers began to surround them, which made Matthew uneasy. But Alfred, having known Russian, began to blush at the vast array of hushed compliments he received.

Once at the meeting building, Alfred took a few deep breaths before entering. The clattering of their expensive shoes on the marble flooring only fueled Alfred's anxiety. He felt his heart pulse through his chest as his brother began to turn the knob of the meeting hall door, taking one more deep breath before entering the room filled with his peers.

Silence greeted the New World brothers as they took off their coats, gently handing them off to a butler. They made their way to their seats, many nations having to double take as they passed. Once America sat down at the head, he looked at all the nations staring at him.

"Uh, hi?"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR EYES?!"

"MON PETIT LAPIN, WHAT 'AVE YOU DONE?!"

"VE~ AMERICA'S EYES ARE WEIRD BUT COOL!!!"

"ITALY, JOU DON'T SAY THAT VHEN JOU'RE IN UN MEETING!!!"

"AMERICA-SAN, YOUR EYES ARE SO BEAUTIFUR!!!"

Many nations began to quickly overwhelm America with their sudden interest, but Russia was quick to stop it.

"That is enough, da?" he said quietly, causing everyone to shut up, "you all have seemingly upset Alfred, let him tell us when he wishes to. If there is a problem, I will let my magic metal pipe of pain settle it," Russia then looked to America with a real smile, nodding. Alfred nodded back thankfully as the meeting began.

During the lunch break, Alfred was eating with the allies and axis.

"So, vhen vere jou planning on revealing jour eyes?" Germany asked as he took a bite of his wurst.

"Honestly? Never, I don't have very fond memories in regards to my eyes,"

"What do you mean, aru?"

"The natives spread a crap ton of rumors to settlers about my eyes, despite me concealing them with magic. You known how paranoid people were back then, if someone said someone was evil they were sentenced pretty fucking quick," the nations felt their heart pang at the thought of a toddler Alfred going through such things.

"Ve~ Well, I think they are beautiful!"

"I agree with Itary-san, they are extremery intoxicating,"

"One may get lost in such flawless orbs on beauty," France smirked as he slipped a hand around America's waist. He was quickly bashed on the head by England, who pointed at Alfred.

"Don't touch my brother like that you pervy swine!"

"'e isn't your brother!"

"That eye is proof enough he is my brother, so suck it!" the two Europeans began to fight, causing many at the table to laugh or roll their eyes. Russia scooted closer to America and smiled, leaning down to his ear.

"That eyes just makes you more flawless than you already were, sunflower. You always surprise me in the best ways. You will come over after the meeting, da?" Alfred shivered and bit his bottom lip. He turned around and snatched Russia's scarf, pulling the taller down so Alfred's lips were right by Ivan's ear.

"Ivan, I swear to Christ I will make you take me under this table if you keep teasing," his hot breath made Ivan smirk, nodding as Alfred released the scarf. 

Alfred felt so much better now that people actually liked his eyes. He was never afraid anymore and always showed it off. Many people began to take notice of Alfred's rare eyes to the point where he was also offered a modeling job by a rather special magazine, but he immediately refused.

After all, only Ivan could seem him in such lude positions.