Matthew Williams, otherwise known as Canada, quietly brought out his knitting as the World Meeting devolved into a yelling match between France, England, and America. The three nations had a bit of a love triangle going on, and unfortunately every single country knew about it. Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur Kirkland, and Alfred Jones simply would not shut up long enough for any business to be finished, and Ludwig Beilschmidt, Germany, looked about as mad as the time North and South Italy, Feliciano and Lovino Vargas, cornered the central European under the mistletoe at the last holiday party. After watching the blond give an irritated sigh, Matthew decided he was actually madder than at that party, and decided to stay away from that side of the room.

Huffing out a sigh of his own, Matthew looked down at the scarf he had been slowly working on. He was not happy that knitting the damn thing was taking so long, however, the red and white ombre on the soft and fluffy yarn made the knot-work easier.

Next time, I will make a hat, he decided with a small smile. That's assuming I even finish this stupid scarf!

The quiet country looked up briefly when a short recess was called. He took note of Francis, Arthur, and Alfred loudly exiting the conference room, likely to continue their ridiculous argument outside where they could speak 'more freely', as if the entire world didn't already know what they were really fighting about. Quite suddenly, Matthew found the empty seat next to him occupied by Prussia, a nation known for his 'awesome' mannerisms. The albino looked at him roguishly, and Matthew found himself blushing as he realized he had no idea what Prussia's human name was.

"Gutentag Canada, how ARE you doing today?" he asked in as medium a voice as he could muster, maroon eyes flashing mischievously.

"H-hallo Prussia. I'm-I'm good, how are you?" Matthew kept his tone polite despite his confusion at the louder country coming over to talk to him. He chose to focus on the knot in Prussia's tie, quite nervous.

"Very good, very good. Now." The albino leaned in as though he were about to whisper a secret, so Matthew leaned in as well. "I was wondering if you would teach me how to do whatever awesome thing you're doing right now."

"Hmm?" Even more confusion shot through the blond as he tried to understand exactly what he was being asked. Then it came to him. "Oh! You mean the knitting!" He lifted the scarf up off his lap only to be surprised by Prussia pushing his hands back down.

"Shh don't be so loud! I do not need my less-than-awesome bruder hearing you!"

Matthew looked around. As per usual, no one was looking at him, even with Prussia sitting in the seat next to him.

"No one will hear, Prussia. No one even notices me." He hadn't meant for that last bit to come out, but hey. It was the truth. Prussia looked scandalized.

"I notice you. Ze awesome me definitely counts as someone," he said.

"Obviously you're someone, but I meant-but I meant that most of the others don't see me, much less talk to me. Look, that's not what you're here to discuss. When do you want to learn?" Matthew found himself looking down, slightly nervous.

The recess was called to an end before Prussia could respond, so the ex-country pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his name and phone number on it in large, scrawling letters. Before Matthew could process what was happening, Prussia whispered "Text me" and was hurrying back to his seat.