So, after getting a taste of how fun it is to actually write fanfics, gosh I never thought I'd say that, I decided to make another one! This time with a Canadian in it, and a lot of other nations as well of course.

I don't know if there is going to be any pairing with Canada and someone in this yet but if you feel so, please, do tell! If many people vote for the same country they want Canada with I can guide the story in that direction!

Also, the song the old man on the street is playing is "When you're dead" with Voltaire! And for you Bieber fans out there, I apologize and I'll let you know I have nothing against him, he just happened to be mentioned since he's making such headlines every now and then.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the nations, neither do I own the song of Voltaire even though I do wish I owned the musician's brain...

Chapter 1 - Lesson 1: I'm awesome!

And so it had come to this. The meeting would take place in a couple of hours and just like last time, he had gotten to know because he accidentally had heard Francis talk about it when he'd tried to get invited into Arthur's bedroom, again, and failed miserably, again.

Apparently they had moved it an hour later due to Alfred not being there yet, even though they were in America this time. His ignorance for time and others never seemed to surprise Matthew anymore though, they grew up together after all.

With a sigh the Canadian shook his head and turned his violet-blue eyes back into the hotel room where he stayed for his visit. It wasn't an overly fancy place like many of the countries used to book for these meetings, of course more aiming to show off than trying to make their guests comfortable.

He remembered last time they visited France and all of them were staying at a hotel dedicated to the fairy tail by Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland. The rooms had been a little creepy and the chess table by the toilet was rather strange but it had still been a fun idea, especially with the occasional tea parties that had dragged the attention of mostly Arthur but many other countries as well.

This room on the other hand was quite plain with the dark grey walls and wooden floor, curtains being a crimson colour that matched the bed sheets except for the white pillows that for the moment was occupied by Matthew's furry friend, somehow having spread his small body out over all of them. The polar bear never seemed to mind where or how he was positioned as long as it was as comfortable as possible.

In the small room was a big bed in the middle of one of the longer walls with a night table beside it and a small bureau with a too big TV on it a bit to the right on the opposite wall, just beside the dark, wooden door that lead out in the hall. A low cabinet was placed beneath the only window in the room, being in the same, dark colour as the bureau with two small knobs out of brass on each of the four drawers. A squiggly pattern was carved into the sides, trying to decorate it but it still mostly looked like a gauche box you put your clothes in.

To the right of the bed a glass door was positioned, leading out to a small balcony with only enough space for two people to walk out on and have a smoke, talk or look out over the urine soaked alley where someone was probably getting mugged in that very moment.

The blonde couldn't help that he did have some preconceptions about his brother's land; it just seemed so violent and out of control though it was probably just the news exaggerating, or so he hoped.

"Hey, Kumachocho, move a bit will you?" The young male kicked his shoes off, his naked feet meeting the cold floor before he climbed up onto the bed, heading towards the pillows.

"Who?" came the sleepy reply from his friend, a yawn stretching out his mouth and showing off the small but sharp teeth that easily could separate flesh from bone if you aggravated the otherwise cute and calm creature.

"Canada," the blonde said with a soft sigh, smiling as he at least got access to one of the five pillows and he put his head onto it, deciding to rest a bit before he had to go to the meeting.

He would have to get up a bit earlier than he wanted though since he needed to change into something less comfortable and more suitable to show for the rest of the countries; not that it actually mattered though. He could come to the meeting in only boxers if he wanted to and no one would notice either way.

Alfred would probably be busy shouting something out over the room, Francis would cling onto Arthur who would desperately throw pens and other things at him to get him off, Feliciano would sit in a corner and drool by the thought of pasta and Ludwig would bang his fist in the table, trying to get some order in the big room but no one would listen.

The thought was both amusing and tiresome at the same time and the Canadian just put the pillow over his head instead, curling up into a foetal position and trying to relax his stiff body.

Soon remembering his glasses when noticing the uncomfortable feeling of them being pressed against his face his pale hand dug in beneath the pillow, grabbing the spectacles and somehow finding the night table to put them on before his hand found its place just beside Kumajirou. A soft tongue licked over the skin and Matthew smiled lightly before closing his eyes, soon falling asleep mostly due to lack of better things to do.

oOoOo

The blonde boy slowly started to wake up from something nudging his face with a moist nose and when he opened his eyes he could only see something white right in front of him. It was all blurry and a quiet groan escaped the nation as he threw his left hand out to the side to find the night table that was to the right of the bed, his right arm was placed beneath his head for the moment and therefore not usable. Soon he managed to grab the glasses and drag them beneath the pillow and onto his face, now staring into a pair of black eyes that was staring just as much back at him.

"Oh, Kumijo," he said, nudging the other's nose with his own before he removed the pillow, his mouth opening up in a wide yawn as he rubbed some sleep out of his eyes after lifting the glasses out of the way. "What time is it?"

"Hungry." Matthew looked down at the small polar bear that was now sitting in his lap, still having his innocent looking eyes directed towards him and the male nodded while he patted the furry creature on the head. "I have some slices of seal in the fridge I took with me just for you, don't tell anyone." He winked with a small smile before he moved his friend onto one of the pillows instead, going over to the mini fridge every hotel room had, concealed in the bureau beneath the TV, and taking out a little, beige package. Inside there were three slices of the fatty meat but Kumajirou would have to settle for one piece since he had gotten some fish not long ago.

Obviously the polar bear wasn't happy about this when he so clearly saw there were more to eat but he soon accepted his faith, eating the piece he got while the blonde put the rest of the food into the fridge once again.

It was now it occurred to him that he hadn't even checked the clock yet to see how long it was until the meeting would start and he slowly turned his violet-blue eyes towards the digital clock floating around on the otherwise black TV-screen, the male letting out a relieved sigh when he noticed it was still half an hour to go and the meeting was in the building right next to the hotel.

"Might as well get changed," he murmured after throwing a glance down at the worn-out, blue jeans and the red hoodie he was wearing; it was sure comfortable but not suitable for a meeting with the rest of the nations.

Right away the Canadian started to look through his bag, not taking too long to find the plain suit he was looking for and he held it in his arms for a little while before putting it down again.

"You know what Kumatio, no one will notice how I dress either way, why do I have to look so proper and suited for a world meeting?" He let out a huff, taking out his second outfit instead that he felt like wearing. It was a pair of tight fitting, black jeans and a rather simple button up shirt in a light blue colour that went well against his pale skin and together with his violet-blue eyes.

The half long, blonde, slightly curly hair, still smelling a bit sweet from his shampoo, was in a mess from the nap but it was nothing not a hand full of fingers could fix and after combing through it a couple of times it looked at least a bit more presentable.

He put his index finger onto the bridge of the glasses, pushing them into their place in front of his eyes before turning to Kumjirou that had finished his meal quite some time ago. The small body was now on its back, legs stretched in different directions and eyes closed, ready for another nap.

"Sorry little friend, we do not have time for that now," Matthew said with a small smile, lifting the furry creature into his arm before checking his pockets to see that he had everything; phone, wallet with the hotel keycard and a little cloth if he needed to clean his glasses.

Even though he'd had them most of his life they still got dirty all the time with fingers brushing against them, dust getting onto them and if it's raining outside, a bear shaking all the excess water out of his fur onto his owner instead. Shortly, you never got used to not getting your glasses dirty.

The Canadian put on a pair of black sneakers before he left the room, closing the door behind him and making sure he heard the familiar click of the lock before he made his way down the hall towards the elevator.

There was still plenty of time before he had to be in the meeting room but he felt it was better to not stress and just take it easy on his way to the other building. Besides, you never knew if something would happen and having time enough for mistakes was always good, something his brother probably never would learn.

After waiting a minute or two for the elevator to arrive to his floor he stepped inside when the doors opened up. The floor was covered in a crimson mat, the exact same colour as the curtains and bedsheets in the hotel room. A golden railing was placed at the top of the wood panel, just in hight with Matthew's elbow, and above it a mirror was covering the rest of the walls, forcing the young blonde to look straight forward into the doors if he didn't want to stare at himself.

A delicate finger soon pressed one of the golden buttons with the black number 1 on it and he then watched as door after door passed by; being on the 15 floor took a little while but still not as long as it usually would, considering floor 13 was missing due to some strange things Alfred believed in; and here he thought Arthur was the superstitious one.

The doors soon opened up again, Matthew jogging out to get away from the futile muzak that he heard everytime he stepped into that infernal elevator.

His steps took him through the grand foyer, over the red carpet covering all of the floor, just like in the elevator, and out through the wide, glass doors. Right outside an older male was standing with a guitar in his hands, the creaky clothes being just a pair of jeans, a poncho in the rainbow's all colours and a cowboy hat. Beneath it a little grey hair was poking out, telling it probably wasn't much left on top of his head.

His voice was husky and dark, singing a country song while his fingers danced over the guitar strings, making the blonde move his head a bit to the rhythm. The old man really had some talent but still the guitar case before his naked feet was as good as empty, something Matthew planned on changing. He did have some money left to spend on whatever he wanted so he walked over to the older male, nodding at him with a smile before putting the bucks into their rightful place.

The man gave him an almost toothless smile, the tempo increasing as he moved his body. The poor man was a forgotten person, just like Matt himself and the boy could feel sympathy for him, standing day out and day in, singing for deaf ears and only some people noticing him.

"And I said "No one's gonna cry at your funeral! No one's gonna drink at your wake! No one's gonna sigh with a tear in their eye! 'cos no one's gonna miss you! Hell, no one's gonna notice! And I'll enjoy the silence!" It was a horrible pause, the man taking a couple of deep breaths before singing the last words of his song. "When! You're! Dead!"

The lyrics struck the boy right in the chest, his violet-blue eyes looking up at the smiling man and before he knew it he was turning his back against the musician and walking away, towards the building where he was suppose to meet the others.

Kumajirou looked up at his owner with wondering eyes, the soft tongue dragging over the boy's chin but he didn't even seem to notice as he entered the door, rushing into the bathroom. Matthew didn't know why it had hit him so hard, probably because of all the thoughts and dreams he'd had lately about being all alone.

He was now looking up into his own eyes through the mirror, them being slightly watery but it was not near enough to actually count as tears. The fact that he was so easily affected bothered the young nation since he usually kept his façade, smiling and talking with those who actually said hey, even if it usually was to tell them he wasn't America and that the hero was out trying to find a McDonald's.

"You okay?" a light voice said from his arms and the blonde glanced down at his friend, smiling with a little nod before he took one hand and wiped his eyes just to make sure all the excess water disappeared before he straightened his back with a small sigh.

"Yes, I'm fine thank you. Let's go and find the meeting." He snuggled Kumajirou, feeling a bit better when he had someone by his side that would always see him and care; they were a family and would always love and take care of each other.

With a new, happy twinkle in his eyes and a smile on those pale lips he walked out of the bathroom, soon roaming the endless halls in the big building. It took him several tries to finally find the right door but soon he was sitting at his usual place, looking around a bit in the empty room to see if anyone else had arrived. Not a soul was there except for him and his furry companion but when it was one minute left until the meeting would start the other nations suddenly stormed the room, the noises almost lifting the roof off the walls.

As predicted it didn't take long until Ludwig'd had enough and he slammed his fists onto the table, Matthew being completely sure he saw it lift in the other end where Kiku was sitting, quickly making the Japanese forget about the kitten in Heracles' knee and turn his attention back to the blonde male.

"So, now when I have your attention for at least a couple of seconds," Ludwig started with a stern voice, straightening out his muscular body to give everyone a glimpse of his threatening glare; some countries seemed to care less than others though, Alfred being one of them. "We are here concerning the quite sudden drop in the economy for many countries and we need a way to fix this, quickly. Many countries are already feeling ill and we do not want another depression now do we?" He gave Francis a glare since the man didn't seem to be able to concentrate in the slightest even though he was one of them affected by this.

"Yeah, yeah, we all know about it," Alfred soon interrupted, being busy drying the excess oil on his fingers from the fries he'd been snacking on onto an already dirty napkin. "My boss is setting out to fix some things already, it won't get that bad." He huffed quietly before he got up from his chair, pulling the fingers through his hair with that usual smile and Matthew started a quiet countdown. "Because I'm your hero!"And there it came.

"Good, good, now sit down," Ludwig said but the American had no plans on doing such a thing, instead he just shook his head and crossed the arms over his chest.

"No, I won't," he said and now it was his turn to smash a hand down on the table, leaning against it with an unsatisfied expression on his face. "I have a far worse thing to bring to this, something that has been bugging me for the last years and no one, not a single one of you have cared!" Alfred sent each nation a glare but stopped at his brother who started to feel quite uncomfortable when the American refused to look away. "And it's all your fault!" He was now pointing towards the smaller male that was hugging his polar bear friend, looking at the other with wide eyes.

Suddenly every country in the room had their eyes pointed towards him, they actually saw little, invisible Canada but now the only thing that went through their heads was either who the blonde actually was or what Matthew possibly could have done to his older brother.

"A-Alfred, what do you mean?" It was just a whisper that escaped him, barely even audible for himself as he bit his lip, shifting nervously in the chair. "I haven't done anything..." That comment the other blonde actually heard and he snorted before bashing his hand down the table again, probably just to keep the dramatic tension that had everyone's attention.

"Bullshit Matt! Because of you I have been harassed, gotten so much hate from all parts of the world and I'm sick and tired of it!" The serious glare actually started to scare the young Canadian as he tried to disappear into his chair or sink through the floor; he was always invisible otherwise, why couldn't he use it now?

The other countries stayed quiet, their eyes flicking between the brothers like they were watching a tennis match and now even Francis had his full attention directed towards what was said.

"I-I don't understand... What have I done?" Matthew managed to speak up a bit more, the nations closest to them actually being able to hear now and they spread the boy's words across the table for those who had been more than 1 meter away from him.

"Oh, let me tell you! That prick you sent me! I'm tired of his drugs and his ways and his, his music! Justin freaking Bieber! He comes from you doesn't he!? And now he's suddenly my problem?" The tension seemed to grow even more when Alfred suddenly came with such an accusation and the more gossip-friendly countries were quite disappointed since they had hoped for something really juicy about the seemingly innocent Canadian that seemed to now have lost his tongue.

"Bieber?" Matthew soon repeated, just staring at his brother with his wide, violet-blue eyes. He didn't understand at all what this was about, how could it possibly be his fault there were scandals about the young star just because he happened to be born in his country? "H-how could you scare me like that?" His voice was now reaching 1,5 meters around him, a sign that he was actually upset by being jumped like that but the other countries still had to spread his words to the other ones around the table.

"Don't give me that look! I'm tired of it, take him back, I don't want him anymore!" Alfred pointed towards his brother once again, finding his sudden accusation perfectly reasonable. Bieber was from Canada originally after all, why should he not be able to return him like you did with things you didn't want?

"Y-you can't just ship him over to me again!" 1,8 meters. "B-besides, why would you even take that up here? I thought it was something really important!" 2 meters.

"It is important! I don't want him, take him back." Alfred stated it as if it was perfectly normal to return humans like goods between countries; the big nation had never been much to think through things before saying them, the mouth was often quicker than the brain.

"When he left Canada he was still just a normal person, I think, so I had nothing to do with all the scandals." The young blonde hugged his little friend a bit tighter, feeling embarrassed over the whole situation since the other nations still were staring. He didn't have to worry about no one remembering him when he disappeared though, this would probably stay on people's minds for quite a while.

"I got him from you and now I'm returning him. Pick him up or whatever, I don't care!" Alfred dropped his behind back onto the chair and started to eat what was left of his fries, now apparently ignoring his brother instead, not seeming to care at all about the scene he had just made. The other nations were quiet, no one knowing exactly what to say and Matthew could feel his body trembling slightly; so Alfred was just going to ignore him now like nothing at all had happened? The trembling he felt wasn't from discomfort like it usually was though, this was something else, a feeling he had only experienced once or twice in his lifetime so far.

"No." 20 meters. The blonde nation got up from his chair, feeling every pair of eyes in the room being directed towards him and the uncertainty struck him like a lightening, the boy losing his new found voice but feeling Kumajirou nudge his chin and seeing his brother return his attention helped him find it again. "You can't return broken goods, this discussion is over." He turned to Ludwig who was still standing up but actually being quiet for once and he sent him a nod together with an apologetic smile and he then turned, walking out of the room with everyone's eyes on his back.

"That...felt good," he whispered quietly into his friend's ear, nuzzling the little bear as he hurried away along one of the halls. The green carpet on the floor together with the walls in the same colour made the young nation rather confused as he walked through the seemingly endless halls and it didn't take long until he was lost, straying around in a try to find the stairs so he could head back to the hotel room and wait for his flight home; a flight that wouldn't go until next evening.

oOoOo

After quite a while the nation had found his way out of the building, walking along the street on his way back to the hotel. A mother soon became visible for him, pushing a stroller with a baby inside in front of her. With one hand on the handle and the other on a phone against her ear she could hardly control it properly which ended in Matthew having to jump out of the way to not get knocked down; militant mothers, nothing you wanted to get in the way for.

By now the man outside the hotel was gone, probably having been shooed away from there by some police; not that it mattered, the Canadian felt rather happy he wouldn't have to listen to that depressing song even though he did feel a little better about himself now.

His visibility had disappeared as quickly as it had come though, no one noticing him as he walked into the hotel and he got over to the elevator where Roderich and Feliks were standing, none of them talking to each other.

Matthew stopped between them, not being noticed as the countries just continued their exchange of enigmatic glares before all three of them entered the elevator, all pressing their special floor and both Feliks and Roderich looked a bit surprised when a third button started glowing but they shook it off as a technical error.

Just as the doors were about to close a pale hand was put onto the cold metal, pushing them open without too much effort and a shock of white hair got visible together with a pair of almost glowing, red eyes. Gilbert just looked at the nations inside the elevator, his eyes stopping slightly by the quiet one in the middle, before he walked inside and checked the buttons, soon leaning against the golden railing. He didn't have to say anything, the air was filled with his presence either way, and he just stood there with the arms over his toned chest, making the other nations feel insignificant, not much of a difference for Matthew though.

The uncomfortable silence seemed to affect Feliks who was hammering his fingers against the rail, getting an annoyed glare from the only brunette in there but he didn't seem to care.

"Ah, my floor, take care," he soon said when the elevator stopped and without a second to spare he rushed out, trying to be discrete about it but failing horribly.

The next stop took place at the floor above, Roderich nodding towards the albino but not saying anything as he got out of the suffocating atmosphere and when the door closed again it was only two left.

"It was quite a show you put up, Matthew is it?" The blonde seemed to freeze when he heard the voice, his eyes flickering a bit before he slowly lifted his head to look up at the older nation. Soft violet-blue met dashing red and Matthew swallowed once before he managed to nod, his arms tightening a little around Kumajirou who looked up at his owner with wondering eyes.

"Yes, Matthew," he said not louder than a whisper, earning a disliking frown from the other nation who leaned in closer and glared into the other's eyes. "W-what?"

"You are too damn shy. Just look at the awesome Prussia, you should be more like me." He stretched out his well-sculptured body in a try to prove his point, a smug smirk having taken place on his pale lips.

The blonde didn't know what to answer to something like that and when he noticed the elevator stop and the doors open up he took it as a chance to retreat but apparently Gilbert was staying at the same floor as he did, smoothly walking out behind the younger nation.

"I could teach you, you know." It wasn't a question, more of a statement. "Teach you to become more awesome. Not as awesome as me obviously but at least enough to make people notice you." It all seemed strange, Gilbert actually noticing him and now even offering Matthew help, something was up with this.

"I don't need lessons," the blonde murmured as he walked towards the end of the hall where his room was but he could still hear steps behind him; were they neighbours without him even noticing? "I don't know what happened today... A-Alfred just..made me upset, that's all. I don't want-"

"Bull," Gil just said and took a long step in front of the smaller male, not even moving when Matthew accidentally walked right into him, the violet-blue eyes now staring into the albino's chest. He quickly took a step backward, looking up at the other with a confused expression before he shook it away, the uncertainty from the meeting coming back to him. He wasn't used to people seeing him and now Gilbert was, the loudest and most self-centred nation there were to find and he wanted to help the small, quiet and futile nation to be noticed.

"W-why do you even want to help me?" Matthew asked and met those red eyes again, feeling the need to swallow a lump forming in his throat but he kept his face straight, only breaking eye contact to blow some hair away from his glasses before turning back to Gilbert. "Is this a prank? Or do you gain something?"

"I have my reasons," the albino snapped, pulling the fingers through his white hair before looking down at Matthew. "What do you say shrimp? I need to do this or Ludwig won't get off my back and you don't have anything to lose."

It was true, the small Canadian had absolutely nothing to lose on actually trying to make his voice heard, the only thing would be time if it didn't work but that he had plenty of. It was still afternoon and if he knew his brother right he would force all the nations to 'enjoy' some of the night life in his country so he would need to do pass some time then. Tomorrow were empty as well, at least until 8 PM when his plane finally would lift and take him back to his safe homeland.

"O-okay," he soon murmured after a long pause, looking to the side since he felt uncomfortable meeting Gilbert's eyes and smug face. "I guess I don't have anything to lose but when this trip is over I will go home and then I won't continue with any lessons..or what you now call them."

"Fine by me," Gilbert said with a smirk, dragging his fingers down his chin like he was stroking a beard but he soon put both hands on his hips. "First lesson will start in an hour! Be sure to knock on my room exactly..." He frowned a bit before he quickly took out his phone, checking the time before putting it back and the smug face returned. "...2.37 PM!"

With that the older nation turned, walking in the opposite direction and Matthew watched him disappear around a corner and it was only then he could relax and take out his keycard from the black wallet, it being just as plain as its owner.

"What have I gotten myself into now?" he thought to himself as he stopped in front of the wooden door with the golden numbers 1505 on it, all the room numbers started on whatever floor you lived on.

"Hungry," was the only answer he got on his line of thought from his oblivious, fluffy little friend and Matthew sighed as he got inside the room and closed the door behind him before putting Kumajirou on the bed and making his way over to the fridge.

"You know Kilimanjaro, maybe this isn't so bad. I made all the other nations notice me today, even though everyone forgot about me later on." Then a thought struck him and he smiled slightly as he took out some raw eggs for his friend to snack on. "Except for Gilbert." It was true, the older nation had still noticed him, Canada of all the countries had gotten attention from one of the most narcissistic persons in the world and now he didn't know what to do with it.

"Hungry." Matthew sighed again and broke the eggs into a small bowl he sat down on the floor, knowing he would have to wash his friend's face after the meal but he didn't mind, it was quickly done if you just handled the otherwise vicious animal correctly.

As soon as the bowl was on the floor Kumajirou was over it and Matthew sat down on the bed, thinking it was probably best if he changed into his plain suit if he was going to talk with one of the other nations. His plan of not being seen in his more casual clothes had failed miserably of course and he just hoped that no one would remember them as much as they probably remembered the scene. Even though it was burnt into their memory they still couldn't see him, it was all quite strange and these lessons might be just what the blonde country needed.

oOoOo

When the clock hit 2.30 Matthew was all dressed up in his suit, fixing the tie and pulling his long fingers through the slightly curly hair. Kumajirou was sleeping on the pillows again, having managed to spread his furry little body over all of them.

The blonde just giggled and walked over to his adorable friend, deciding to just lie close and listen to those calming breaths that made his nervous heart slow down a bit and he soon smiled as he thought about the lessons that were waiting for him.

It wouldn't be so bad, he actually almost looked forward to it since he would spend time with a nation he'd never even talked to before. Maybe he would learn something, maybe he wouldn't but either way this trip would be more interesting than anyone he'd been on before.

"Come on now sleepyhead, we need to go." Matthew nudged his friend a little, carefully picking the polar bear up in his arms as he walked towards the door. "I promise you, you will get to sleep through the night without anything bothering you." Kumajirou didn't seem to really care about it since he wanted to sleep now but instead of complaining he just nuzzled close to his owner, trying to make it as comfortable as possible for him in the other's arms.

As the young nation strolled through the hall he soon realized that he hadn't asked Gilbert about the number to his room and neither had the albino said anything about it.

Luckily, his saviour soon walked out of one of the hotel rooms, the long, blonde hair looking perfectly smooth as usual and his slightly dreamy face and charming smile could probably make any woman's, or man's, heart melt.

"Bonjour," he said, as usual not louder than a whisper but against all odds Francis actually turned against his former colony and his already charming smile grew even wider.

"Aaah, mon chéri," he said, his big arms wrapping around the smaller boy and stroking his head lovingly. "What can Papa do for you?"

"E-ehm," Matthew stuttered, feeling his face flush from the sudden intimacy but he managed to regain his composure as he pulled away slightly. "Excuser moi Papa. But do you know which room belongs to Gilbert?" The smile on the older male's face turned into a frown before he gave his former colony a wondering glance.

"Why..do you wonder that, mon chéri? D-don't tell me... Non! I can't allow this. No one will defile mon ange!" It now went up for Matthew exactly what Francis thought and his cheeks flushed once again as he quickly shook his head, his hands being in front of his face.

"Non, non! Nothing like that. I-I need to talk to him and he told me to come to his room exactly 2.37. A-and I'll soon be late so I really need to know, now."

Francis didn't really seem to believe him but he soon nodded either way, embracing the young nation once again with his strong arms and stroking the hair protectively.

"If he does something, don't hesitate to call, mon ange. He stays in 1527, that way." He nodded slightly against the hallway Gilbert had entered but due to having his face pressed into the other male's chest Matthew had no opportunity to see anything.

"Ah, thank you Papa. I'll see you around." Once again he snaked out of the other's arms, giving him a quick smile before he hurried over to the hallway and looking up the room before knocking. He could just hope the meeting with Francis hadn't taken too long but he guessed he would get to know that right away since Gilbert wouldn't keep it to himself.

The door opened up and there the albino was standing, his red eyes looking rather drowsy as he looked down at Matthew, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Who are you?" The comment made the blonde's jaw drop as he stared at the man that just an hour ago had ordered him to stand right where he was now, this exact time, or he hoped he had made it in time at least.

He was at loss of words, not knowing what to say or do as he just looked into those eyes but Gilbert soon seemed to remember as his face turned back into that smug expression he usually carried. "Oh, right, right! Little Birdie."

He motioned towards the other to come inside before he glanced up towards a corner where he saw a pair of blue eyes and long, blonde curls; the French was glaring leery at the albino, not even trying to hide when he noticed that Gilbert had seen him.

Of course the white haired male just gave the blonde a victorious smile, wanting to mess with his head even more since the whole scene could look a bit suspicious and since Matthew hadn't noticed his Papa standing at the corner Gilbert put his hand on the young blonde's lower back, shoving him inside the room and closing the door.

The Canadian did look rather confused about the sudden push inside the room but he soon forgot about it as his eyes landed on a small, yellow creature on top of one of the curtain rods. It was a small bird that let out a quiet chirp as it moved around, looking down at the two intruders that just had entered.

"That's Gilbird," the older male said as he noticed where both Matthew and Kumajirou were looking. "He refused to come down from there earlier this day so he wasn't attending the meeting."

Matt looked back at the other with a small nod before he let out a little smile. Luckily for him Kumajirou didn't usually sleep at places where the Canadian couldn't reach him so the bear had to go with him to most destinations whether he liked it or not, mostly because the blonde was very overprotective.

"I see. Well, you said something about a first lesson, right?" Matthew turned to the albino with a smile and put Kumajirou down onto the ground when he felt his friend struggling a bit in his arms to get free. "So, what is it we're going to do? I'm curious." The young blonde had grown used to the fact that he would have to talk more with Gilbert and he was able to keep his voice just a bit below normal tone but it was quite an effort to not go back to his usual ways.

"Ah, yes. First, why did you change your clothes? If you want to be more like the awesomeness that is me you need to dress properly. The clothes before, a bit plain but it still suited you much better than...that." He shook his head a bit as he walked around Matthew, pulling the fabric a bit and undoing the boy's tie and pushing back his jacket down his shoulders. "You look older than bushy brow does."

"Bushy brow?" the younger one repeated but soon realized he was probably talking about Arthur. It wouldn't surprise him if he didn't know the name of England but if he didn't Matthew could not understand why Gilbert had known his name, he could only feel a bit flattered over the fact.

"Yeah, him," the albino just said like it was obvious who he meant and he walked past the Canadian, soon sitting down on the bed and studying the slightly ruffled boy who he had just half started to strip. "So, this will be the first lesson, I'm awesome." Hardly a surprising comment but Matthew couldn't understand where he'd gotten it from all of a sudden. "The second lesson will be, clothes! It's still early so I hope you have your wallet ready because we are going to go shopping."

And there we go, first chapter finished! I'll try to post the second one as soon as school allows and same goes for my Soul Eater fanfic 'A joker in the deck'. Any remarks, reviews or just a plain 'Hey, you spelled that wrong'? Please, write, I'm always looking to improve both my writing and my English since it isn't my native language!
Oh, and also, if you do find grammatical errors and misspelled words and you decide to point it out, please, tell me where the errors are! That will help a great deal since I will be able to find them quickly and correct them! Thank you 3

Also, for any French out there, I apologize for eventual language abuse and I promise, I'm not trying to mock... I don't know French so I sat there with my little lexicon and hopefully it was such a small amount of French that it couldn't possibly be wrong. You never know though.

Dictionary:

Bonjour - Hello

Mon chéri - Darling

Papa - Father (used very lightly here though, more of a nickname than actual father)

Excuser moi - Excuse me

Non - No

Mon ange - My angel