Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia if I did, my world would be a much better place…I do not own the title of the song "Wake Up" by Arcade Fire either.

Wake Up

Chapter 1

Break Up

"Matvey." The name came out on its own, it sounded so sweet in his mouth, and it rolled off the tongue too easily.

The boy that stood with his hand on the door froze. His anger seemed to have dissipated with that single word. His shoulders fell and his head lolled back to look at the speaker of the name.

"I'm sorry...Ivan."

With that the door burst open letting in the cold winter storm. Mathew's golden hair whipped around his face as he stepped out and the door shut behind him, halting the blizzard from damaging the inside of Ivan's house.

Ivan stood there his arms felt strangely stiff at his sides, like they should have been reaching out, stopping Matthew. Stop him from walking out on their embrace.

But they didn't. And maybe that was proof enough that they could never be...

Matthew closed the door behind him. He knows how much Ivan dislikes the snow, how very bitter it is too him.

But to Mathew it was something very natural.

This blizzard is harsh. The snow is piling up. The walkway that was shovelled this morning was already buried under a foot of it. It didn't surprise Matthew. He was used to such winters.

The snow is powdery so his feet sink to the bottom. The falling snow is a mixture of flakes and small grains of hail. So they prickled his face, pinching his skin. He would like to think that the hail was the reason that his eyes stung and tears were forming and pushed down his face by the winter wind.

But Matthew wasn't the type who would lie. Matthew knew better.

Matthew knew that he was crying for himself, but mostly for Ivan.

"Sacrament Ivan... Why?"

A week later, in Ottawa,

"Містер Canada!"

Mathew Williams lifted up his head; paperwork was boring, (he had decided). And hearing his name being called in distress was well... distressing.

"I'm in my office."

The door opened and a familiar figure stood in the doorway.

"Katyusha!?"

The Ukrainian was standing in the doorway. Her eyes wide with worry. She couldn't hold herself back as she ran around the table and hugged her good friend.

"Oh, Matthew!"

Matthew was surprised by the gesture, hugs are very normal in between the two, but the soft feeling of her chest against his always made him blush.

"What's wrong Katyusha?"

She pulled her face up and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"It's Ivan, oh, he's been acting stranger then usual- please! I don't know what to do!"

The Canadian grabbed her lightly on her shoulder and pushed her away.

"I'm sorry Katyusha. I can't help you."

"What?" She clutched her chest. She knew Canada pretty well -that he would only refuse to help for a good reason.

"But...I was counting on you. He's-..." She pressed her lips together her fists clenched. She needed to keep trying. She knows Mathew. He will help them...

"Matthew...Please at least listen to me. I wouldn't come to you unless it was absolutely necessary." Canada tried a smile, he raised his eyebrows as if to disagree but only half-heartedly with what she just said.

"Matthew, this isn't one of my personal shopping crisis." She half-laughed. The other half was filled sadness and desperation. "There's something seriously wrong with my precious little brother."

Matthew turned and faced the back window. The snow was more beautiful today then usual. It was a nice day, the sun's light was amplified by the pure whiteness. If today was a Saturday, Matthew would have probably gone tubing. Maybe he would have invited Ivan.

A bittersweet smile crossed his face.

"He would refuse."

"What?"

The Canadian stepped away from the window, a small smile tugging at his lips, as he turned to look at the lovely nation.

"I'll do what I can."

I finally posted the first chapter! I'm sorry it took so long! I should be doing homework and stuff, but as I am a hardcore procrastinator it make my life sooooo much more difficult.

Sacrament – For god's sake, Fuck, Shit. French swear words are rather general. I use them more often the English ones sooo…

Містер Canada – Mister Canada.

I am apologizing in advance… The chapters are going to be short, I was writing it originally as a giant one-shot but it would take forever for me to post it that way so here, I chopped it up for you guys!

*readers throw tomatoes*

KYA~ Ok, ya I know I deserve it~ Oh! By the wAy I started writing another Canada x Russia fic, Bullets with butterfly wings, an AU, it's on going as well~

*readers throw Belarus*

KYAAA! I don't want to die!!!

LOL, Please Review and tell me what you think~