Sometimes, when Matthew decided to visit his brother, he would receive an unpleasant surprise. When he was lucky, he would not hear the moaning that drifted from the bedroom upstairs to the living room. Sometimes he even saw Tony standing outside fiddling with a machine that Matthew's brother invented. The alien would simply look up at him, stare briefly, then go back to his work. Reaching the door he turned the knob and continued inside.

"Alfred?" he called, looking up the stairs. He knew that someone was up there, judging by the noises he heard. When he had strayed closer, Matthew realized it was soft, low laughter and other sultry sounds that made his ears light on fire. No longer needing a reminder of what exactly was going on with his brother, the shy nation retreated by leaving the house and not stopping until he was back home. Eavesdropping is one thing that he did not want to do, especially if it required walking in on his own brother with someone. In the back of his mind he had always assumed it was Arthur.

When Matthew had gotten up the courage to ask, Alfred had laughed obnoxiously, patted his brother's shoulder a little too hard and said, "When you're a little older you'll understand~!"

Some help he was. Matthew didn't care that Alfred was having sex, but he seemed to pay more attention to the fact that Alfred did have someone to share something he found to be special with. He wanted that kind of bond for himself, especially when the little episodes of loneliness really got to him. When he attended meetings, no one seemed to notice he was actually there. Many other nations even forgot his name! But sweet little Matthew never gave up. He always politely reminded them with, "My name is Matthew. I'm Canada!"

Though, there was one country who always seemed to remember his name. The only nation that never confused him with his brother, or looked about the room as if he were invisible and say things like, "I think someone else is here but I'm not quite sure." No, dear old Francis Bonnefoy always remembered his name, knew right where he was when he had simply sat in his respective seat listening to his fellow countries babble incessantly. Francis also smiled at Matthew when they saw each other just before the meeting and said, "Bonjour, Matthieu."

Such encounters and thoughts he had about the Frenchman could explain his nervous replies of, "Ah, good morning, Francis!" Sometimes he stuttered more than he wanted to, like when he was just thinking about the blond before coming face to face with his devilish grin and velvet voice.

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Author's Note: This is pretty random. I'm writing this entirely on a whim. ^^; You're free to criticize. There wasn't much my imagination would let me work with, since I'm partially distracted by my friends. XD I love them nonetheless~! I might write more if anyone wants me to or I get another idea.