I don't own Hetalia blah blah blah you get the picture.

Matthew hated parties. In fact, he disliked large social gatherings in general.

Maybe it was his Ochlophobia, or his low tolerance for alcohol, or the fact that wherever a party may be, Alfred was sure to drag him along. (Against his will, of course.)

Nevertheless, here he was, watching in horror as his very drunk brother and an equally drunk Gilbert found a Twister mat atop the kitchen fridge, and proceeded to try to get Matthew involved in the "totally fun and awesome game".

Matthew had, years ago, come up with a way to avoid situations such as this, which was to stick to the outskirts of the action eg. the wall, and hope the crowd of party goers would shield his from his insane friends, and brother.

This time, fortunately, it seemed to be working. Tiptoeing silently behind a sofa, containing a certain Pole and Lithuanian, too engrossed in their, ahem, activities to notice his presence. Not that they would have anyway, but.

At the rate this party's going, I'm going to need some eye bleach, thought Matthew, sinking to the floor a few yards from the sofa. He sighed. Peace at last.

"Oh, hello there."

He jumped, and spun sharply to his right. There sat a girl. A very pretty girl, with short silvery hair, a gentle smile and enormous... oh. Oh my god.

Matthew blinked and snapped his eyes back up to her face. All those years hanging around Arthur had taught him something about being a gentleman, probably a lot more than anyone else.

Huh... had he seen her before? Matthew was sure of it. He knew that accent, too. There was something... almost Russian about it, but not quite. It was distinctly Eastern European though, and suddenly he knew.

"Ukrainian!" he blurted out. The girl raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Um. I mean. Hi. You're... Katyusha, right?" he mumbled, blushing.

A huge smile lit up her delicate features. Matthew blushed even darker.

"Yes, that is me." She paused, observing the man next to her. "And you are Matthew, correct?"

His jaw dropped in astonishment. "How... how did you know that?" No one ever remembers who he is. Especially not pretty girls such as Katyusha.

She shrugged. "I remember seeing you around before. I asked my brother about you."

Her blue eyes widened. She had not meant to say that last part.

This made the Canadian curious, and his heart beat a fraction faster.

"You seemed... interesting. And nice." Katyusha quickly answered his unasked question.

And handsome, she thought. The very first time she had saw him, she noticed straight away his bright violet eyes, and upon much closer inspection she noted they were rather a mixture of purples and blues, instead of just one single colour.

She was beginning to feel a tad woozy, which had nothing (or, not much) to do with the awful punch Francis had brought to the party.

Matthew, on the other hand, didn't think his heart could take it if they stayed on the subject of pretty girls finding him interesting and nice, and the way she was staring so intently at him wasn't helping much either, so he said, "Not much of a partier, then?"

"Ah, no, I prefer to keep to the quiet life, myself," Katyusha grinned.

"Same here," said Matthew, returning her grin. "Actually, right now I'm trying to get away from my bro-"

A hand landed on his shoulder.

"- ther."

"Yayyy~! I found ya, Matty!"

Uh oh.

Ahoy there!

So, Canada/Ukraine is one of my all-time favourite pairings, and I just had to write something with them :3
also; bonus!LietPol!

I know this is short, but I have most of the second chapter done so expect an update soon enough.

Review plz? C:

(oh and btw, Ochlophobia is a fear of large crowds~)