Ahaha it's been like... 2 months since I last updated this fanfic, was busy with end of semester stuff and then plaguing the intornetz with my cruddy fanart using my good tablet. I was never good at writing stories anyways.

Anyways, as apologies I give you a (sortof) long chapter + an extra at the end.

Ah and forgive me for any mistakes or incoherency you might read below because I didn't read over it, JUST WANTED TO POST IT UP. Oh and warning for pseudo-history that may or may not be accurate - I was never one for politics and less so for history.

Oh ahaha dood, I didn't realise that "Kumajirou" could also be a "Character" in the... thing... yeah...

Through my Eyes

Seeing him again

After the papers were all signed and done with, Matthew moved from the small rural town to the bustling city to be nearer to the Parliament building and his new responsibility in being a nation-person.

Matthew looked back as we walked down the front porch and the pathway that lead away from the old house. I rested in his arms as he paused to take in the sight of the house one last time and I was certain he was remembering all the memories that that house held.

The first time we came to that house was in 1770, 103 years ago, the day of the Boston Massacre. We were taken abruptly from Alfred only to see him again 5 years and spurned moments by him after. We lived through short years, months most likely, of "good" parental care from Arthur until he taken up a good friendship with the bottle and left us altogether, only remembering to visit once in a few years it seemed like.

It was strange that we never moved even after Alfred gained his independence and stranger still that we didn't after the War of 1812 when Alfred could have came at anytime to rail at him, to convince him to join him once again or maybe to even apologize for his behaviour in 1813. Maybe that's why Matthew never moved even though he certainly could with the unlimited funds he had at his disposal. Maybe he stayed to not only wait for Arthur but also for Alfred.

But Alfred never came.

And Matthew stopped waiting.

That house only held sad memories now that I think about it except at the end which Arthur finally conceded Matthew to become his own country though not really. But that was enough for Matthew.

Matthew turned around and walked to the ride that would take us all the way to the capital where our new house lay.

We had no one to send us off since Matthew was not able to make friends with the neighbours besides the fact that he was an un-growing child or he grew slowly – in 103 years, Matthew only grew 5 years in appearance from a 12-year old to a 17-year old -, Matthew also had that fear of other humans' touch because of Alfred in 1813. Arthur was not there with us when we left.

Behind we left all the books Matthew gathered in 103 years, all the plants he cultivated, all the furniture and whatever else the house held and he left behind his sad memories, beginning new ones with nothing but his clothes and me in his arms.

We were starting over anew.

Our new house in the capital was located slightly away from the main roads and in a quiet neighbourhood. The house itself was bigger than our old one, though still not as large as the one we had shared with Alfred, complete with a room full of book shelves for the new books Matthew was planning on buying and a large backyard for his gardening. Though it was quite large for one teenager and a polar bear, Matthew decided that he would make do with all the extra room.

Soon, he would start his "new job" and venture out beyond the confines of his house but he wanted first to acquaint himself with his new home first.

Matthew walked down the halls and into each room one by one and touched the walls, stairs and counters as if committing them to memory even though they would be remembered after a few days or so. I padded alongside him until we walked through the back door to revel in the large backyard and I could see Matthew was planning on which plants or flowers and where to plant them.

Silence stretched between us but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was a silence only him and I could hold since we had many times of them when he read, gardened, cleaned, or cooked. It was not expected for us to talk. Soon, the silence was broken with a soft sentence from Matthew.

"I hope… I will be more useful like this and Arthur… would be proud of me…"

I hummed a genial response because I knew that was expected of me. Even if Arthur wasn't proud of him, I would always be, but that wasn't what Matthew wanted to hear.

We had a few more moments of silence between us before Matthew lifted me up into his arms and went back inside to prepare himself for the oncoming future.

The first few days were… decent, so to speak. Matthew carried me around with him wherever he went and even into the Parliament building and had animal control called upon me more times than I could count. Of course that was after the adults stopped trying to direct Matthew out the building, mistaking him as a normal 17-year old that had no business doing in the building in the first place and not realizing that Matthew probably out-aged them more than 10 times over.

The latter was remedied by a special pass that Matthew had to wear on him on all times and sometimes that was questioned and scrutinized and the former was solved by a passive glare and possible bodily harm from both the 17-year old and mini-polar bear. Sometimes a soft smile from Matthew was enough for them to turn around and mind their own business. Soon they stopped bothering him and the small polar bear that was yes, very much alive and not a stuffed toy at all, in his arms and finally, we felt like we belonged there and not out of place.

After a year of two of "settling in", as it were, Matthew, like all nations, wanted to expand but he did not, like the nations in Europe and maybe once, twice attempt of America to overtake lands by force and war. No, Matthew had enough taste of war, small as it was, and decided to acquire lands by negotiating and possibly a bit of money never hurt.

Rupert's Land, owned by the Hudson's Bay Company that was owned by the crown, came under Canada's Parliament by waving around that said money, taking a page from America's book when America bought Alaska (formerly named Russian America) from Russia in 1867, and Rupert's Land and North-Western Territory became the North-West Territories and Manitoba on July 15, 1870.

British Columbia joined Canada on July 20, 1871 with a promise to complete a railway in 10 years, and Prince Edward Island joined 2 years later on July 1st with a promise of a ferry link and then in 1880, as if we were being very good, England turned over the responsibility of the Arctic Islands to Canada on September 1. Canada stretched from coast to coast.

A Mari usque ad Mare.

From sea to shining sea.

The role of being a nation-person, especially as "young" as Matthew, was merely ceremonial where he just sat in on all the meetings and decisions made and watched.

But what they didn't know was that Matthew was unconsciously affecting their decisions without either of them knowing. But I knew because unlike either of them, I was a bystander and could see it clearly. Not like I needed a magnifying glass to see it anyways.

For all their aging faces, greying hair, and holier-than-thou attitudes, these politicians were easily swayed by their nation person.

It was like one day, Matthew let out in that small voice of his, I doubt that he will manage to speak in normal volumes from now on, to the current Prime Minister, the only other person that he felt comfortable around, that he wanted to less reliant on England and the United States. Especially the United States.

And then the next day, the Prime Minister brought of the idea of expansion to the west coast and no less than half of the attending politicians turned to look at Matthew for his approval, who was smiling softly, before agreeing the idea wholeheartedly.

Really, how could they not see the connection?

Only a few of those old geezers actually know who Matthew was, fewer still that actually talk to him but almost all of them seem to adore him.

Aside from the natural beauty that all nation persons inadvertently have, for all his worth, Matthew could not tell a lie. Or at the very least, he could not tell a lie well. How could he? Where at the beginning he had little to no interactions with humans and then later, when he was colonized, he was kept away from the general population, then under England's control practically ignored half the time and finally, with what Alfred did, Matthew isolated himself for half a century.

Matthew did not know how to deal with people. That being said, Matthew wore his emotions on his sleeve and there was nothing short of honesty on his face.

Coupled with his young face, he was like a rare gem in these company whose job is to tell lies and hide their emotions.

And what's more, Matthew had, what life likes to call, 'a way with words' where he could eloquently sit the facts out in an orderly fashion and convince almost anyone to do anything. He could, if he was of the darker mind, convince a person to do murder and make them think that it was a good idea. But no, he was Matthew. Quiet and sweet Matthew who only used that ability to get out of awkward situations, to comprehend the meetings he sat in on and at the beginning, to convince the government workers to allow him to carry me around with him. After all, almost 100 years with the books had to have some effect on him.

Matthew could see more in depth and logically than anyone in the government building but he never flaunted it.

Soon the politicians knew of his talent and started to put it to use on issues they could not resolve themselves.

Like with British Columbia refused vehemently to join until Matthew spoke to them and convinced them to join under the promise of the railway and undertaking their debts. Then Matthew managed to persuade China (and Hong Kong) to send people to work on the railway. Matthew felt guilt at sending most of them into danger but… it needed to be done.

And then again for Prince Edward Island.

Of course none of it was written down in history and Matthew didn't mind if someone took the credit from him. He was doing what he thought was best for Canada and on some levels, himself. After all the dealings and such, Matthew slowly managed to lessen his fears of other humans (and their touch) but he still could not stand too long in another's touch. Not like a lot of would linger with their hands on him for good reason, and if another would try for other… perverse reasons, I would snap my jaws at them and threaten them with a growl and Matthew was none the wiser. None of them knew that I could talk and I like to keep it that way – it would've scared them anyways when they couple it with an un-aging teenager.

Matthew was starting to feel more comfortable in the government building and he didn't feel lost as he was when he was colony of England's and stuck forever in that house. But for all his nicely put words, how cleanly he laid the facts out and how logically simple that his way was obviously the correct way, there were possibly only two people in the world that his words had no effect on, Arthur and Alfred.

Arthur was a given from the get-go. Obviously still stuck on America no matter how many years or decades pass, not to mention that he still had power over Matthew no matter what.

And then there was Alfred who was a weird and… special case.

We met him again when Matthew became a country a few days after the official papers were signed and done with. Just a meeting between Canada's and America's country leaders and their nation person.

Matthew was fidgeting, stroking my fur in order to calm himself while watching the door. The Prime Minister just sat at his desk, watching Matthew pace around the small room and pretending not to be bothered at all.

But the silence was too much for either of them and the man spoke up.

"Shouldn't you calm down a bit, Matthew? It is only an informal meeting, nothing to worry about," he said in a kind, non-berating voice. Not that he would admit it himself but I knew the man really adored Matthew like he was his own son.

Matthew jumped a bit, his nerves already at the stretching point, when the Prime Minister spoke. "Ah um well… I know it's just that I… Haven't s-seen him in awhile… I don't know what to do…"

The man smiled, stepped up from behind his desk and he stood beside Matthew as he could hear voices from behind the door coming nearer and nearer. "Do not worry so much, I am pretty sure he feels the same," he said, trying to soothe Matthew down but failing because we, Matthew and I, knew how Alfred was like and that "worry" was not a word in his dictionary. That and their parting was not a good one.

And now they are meeting again.

The door opened to reveal the United States' current President and right beside him was Alfred F. Jones, both were smiling when they entered.

The country leaders exchanged formalities, shook hands and then turned to introduce their nation person to the other. Matthew smiled meekly at Alfred while Alfred, after a long confused stare that I didn't understand, beamed a face-splitting grin before extending his hand to shake Matthew's hand. Matthew was hesitant for a moment before he took Alfred's hand to return the shake.

"Nice 'ta meet you!" Alfred said cheerfully, which confused both Matthew and me. Matthew only nodded his head in return. Why was he acting as if he never saw us before?

Later, the two country leaders told their respective nation person to go out to "know each other better" said the American President and "to reacquaint each other" said the Canadian Prime Minister which confused the other party. But both of them obliged and walked out to the gardens to talk while the politicians talk… politician stuff.

They both walked through the gardens in a small silence until they walked through the rose gardens that Alfred just stared openly at Matthew and Matthew was a bit unnerved by the stare.

"Um… what is it Al—uh—America?" he said, calling him by his country name instead of the human name.

A tilt of the head, "No it's nothing, it's our first time meeting but I feel I have seen you somewhere."

Now that got our attention.

"F-first time?" Matthew whispered, "But what about—" And then shook his head after contemplating something. "Y-Yes, it is our f-first t-time meeting isn't it? You too are… f-familiar to me…"

"I know right? So weird!" Alfred, no America, said with a grin on his face.

And then they parted like that.

After, Matthew told me that if Alfred didn't want to remember then who was Matthew to try to remind him? You know, besides the fact that they lived 12 years together and that Matthew was still a bit traumatized from what Alfred did. Matthew thought it was better to forget, especially about what happened in 1812… I felt a bit sorry for Matthew who was forced, sort of, to forgo his past with Alfred but if that was what Matthew wanted, I won't try to stop him.

It kind of brings "starting over anew" to a whole new level.

It was soon after this that Matthew brought up that he wanted to be less dependent on the United States, as least trade wise.

We had to deal with America once again during the Klondike Gold Rush that happened in 1897, where all of a sudden the border between Alaska and newly formed Yukon Territory (on June 13, 1898) was very important. Especially the border that was alongside British Columbia was extremely important.

Canada asserted one length; US asserted another and then appeared a Border Dispute.

It all boiled down to 1903 where in room with 3 nation persons and 6 humans, 3 from the US, 1 from England and 2 from Canada. England was in there because Canada's foreign affairs were still controlled by him.

Matthew tried to put forth that the boundary he and his fellow Canadians have claimed were rightfully theirs and he put all the points and declarations out succinctly and beautifully and almost managed to convince the opposing human representations until America sat up and rejected the idea in few unsophisticated words and like clockwork, Arthur agreed with him.

Go figure.

Matthew tried and tried again but with one word or, if we were lucky, two words from America, Arthur would jump in and dismiss them all. And so in the end, Matthew just gave up and he had sympathies from all the present human representations.

With biting and some bordering on snarky words that passed over America and England like barely noticeable breeze, Matthew excused himself from the room, seeing that everything he tried to do was futile, and once the door was closed behind him, he cursed up a storm in that small voice of his. He was saying stuff like, "Of all the nerve! All America had to do was say ONE word and England was at his beck and call! As if I didn't matter at all! Okay, I may not have been his colony as long as America but I am the one respecting HIS Queen as my own!" and so on, cursing both America and England.

Matthew could have possibly gone on forever if I hadn't stopped him, asking for food or what not. Matthew blinked down on me as if he had forgotten about me and then his face blushed as he felt apologetic for saying 'mean' things about America and England. He sighed, shifted me in his arms, before leaving the building to find some possibly maple-flavoured treats. They have always helped when he was a little bit depressed.

When October 20, 1903 rolled around and the human representations had to sign some paper that the Alaska Border Dispute was over and that America had practically won it because the British represent person sided on the American side, of course by order of Arthur no less, the Canadian represented people had refused to sign it. Matthew was proud of them for it, really he was, but they had to sign it because short of going to war, which was something Matthew will never condone, there was nothing else they could do.

So they signed it with Matthew words in their hearts.

Of course there was still some bitterness towards England (and America) but that soon died down.

Surprisingly, after the dispute America, Alfred that is, came around with his quirky smile and in his own crude way apologize with a "Haha, no hard feelings ammirite?"

I could see that Matthew wanted to punch his face in when his hands clenched around my fur but he knew he couldn't because 1) he would lose and be in a world of pain (again) if America decides to retaliate and 2) fighting wasn't really Matthew's kind of thing.

So he just smiled a strained smile and said "It's fine, it's over and done with."

And then Matthew turned to be out of the vicinity of Alfred but Alfred surprised us again when he moved to grab the arm of Matthew and pulled him back – to which Matthew immediately froze up, probably remembering the last time Alfred been so… forceful. But Alfred didn't notice and kept tugging until Matthew turned to look at him, which he did with unease in his eyes.

"Hey… uhh do you want to like just… do something together?" Alfred said.

Matthew lifted an eyebrow, "Together?" Alfred nodded. "You mean me and you?" Alfred nodded again. "Um, sure I guess?" Though Matthew was uncertain with what Alfred really wanted.

Alfred beamed, "Ahaha! Awesome! I know this place that serves REALLY good food and I wanted to show it to you!" And then he proceeded to drag Matthew (and myself who was in his arms, like usual) out of the building.

"Ah, um, I still have some work to do!" Matthew exclaimed as the building disappeared around the corner, "and don't you as well? How did you manage to go up to Canada without your…"

"Don't worry about it! Those guys can deal a few days without me and yours could do the same! You should learn how to relax!"

"I do know how…" muttered Matthew as he relaxed and let America drag him around.

That was how Alfred and Matthew became friends again, though this time, without any mention of their past. They mostly talked about anything and everything, though they strayed when the topic about politics and 'secrets' about their government came up. Soon they called each other by their human names, a small indicator that they have become close friends – though they did not call each other by their old pet names, Al or Mattie, just Alfred and Matthew—and soon after, Matthew felt comfortable enough around Alfred to not carry me around in his arms as much.

I didn't generally talk around others but seeing how Matthew seemed to almost lose all of his fear of human touch – I mean being around the person who caused it in the first and deciding that there will be almost slim to none chance of it happening again was bound to cause some change in him – I figured it was fine to talk around Alfred.

The chance came up when Matthew asked a question of me, something like "Hum Kumajirou, I wonder what we should do today?" which was more rhetorical than anything since Alfred was the one who always seems to decide what to do, even though we were in Canada.

"Who?" I said more out of habit than anything. I had started asking the question when he first became a country; I knew who Matthew was but what Matthew was another story. Neither a full country nor a colony either, Matthew existence was something in between. Even name-wise through history were a bit fuzzy: New France, Acadia, Quebec, British Province of Quebec, Lower and Upper Canada, United Province of Canada, and now the Dominion of Canada. Every time I asked that question, Matthew would look at me with a cheerful smile and chirp "I'm Canada!" as if he was making sure that he was Canada. And of sooner or later, it had become a habit; just like him replying was one for him too.

"I'm Canada!" he said with a smile and did not notice as Alfred's eyes widened and he openly gaped at me.

"He… talks?"

"Hum?" Matthew turned to Alfred. "Yeah of course he talks, didn't you know?"

"Um, no. He didn't talk before."

Matthew paused at that. 'Before'? Like before right now or before they met again? Did that mean he is 'remembering' their past together?

"Before when?" Matthew asked carefully.

"Before now!" Well that answers our question. "He never spoke before! How long was he able to speak?"

"Well… I am not sure, I think it was during 1813…" Matthew said and testing the waters, seeing if that date had any 'importance' to Alfred.

"1813?" Alfred said and then "Wow that was more than 50 years ago! How come he didn't talk before now?"

Matthew sighed, seeing that the War of 1812 did not bother Alfred, at all. "I don't know— why didn't you Kumakero?"

I did a human-like shrug, "Didn't want to." I never say anything more than I needed to and I wasn't going to start now.

"Huh okay, whatever! Let's go play a game!" And with that, our day was set.

Of course, sooner or later, Alfred had to go back to his country and occasionally he would come over to visit and on rare occasions, Matthew would visit America but that was rare and in between since Canada still had a few issues to deal with unlike America who was a country for almost 100 years already.

Somewhere in between, Saskatchewan and Alberta managed to form on September 1, 1905 and Matthew and Alfred became closer than ever, though they still did not call each other by their old pet names. Shortly, Matthew began to ask for advice from Alfred, and even though Alfred was not one of the smarter bunches, I could see that Alfred loved the attention he got from his northern neighbour and he tried to give the best answer to the best of his ability, as limited as it were.

All well, Matthew took the advices and tried to make do and sometimes, it would turn out swell. Alfred kind of became Matthew's role model and he changed some of the rules to match Alfred's; like driving on the right side of the road and calling football as it was called in England to soccer. Just small things really.

And while they, Alfred and Matthew, were 'bonding' on the North American continent, they did not realize, or didn't want to realize, the problems rising and occurring overseas.

Suddenly, England declared war, and still being under control of him, Canada was forced to fight a war that wasn't his, for a second time but this time, not on his soil. America did not join.

Through my Eyes – Extra

Alfred – That missing piece

Not like the man would tell him, but Alfred could tell that the United States President was slightly annoyed with him.

"Why didn't you tell me that Canada had a person like you?" the man said.

Alfred huffed a bit as they walked through the corridors of Canada's Parliament Building in Ottawa.

"Well I didn't know they had one!" Alfred snapped. It was 1867, 2 years after end of Civil War and the assassination of Abraham Lincoln and Alfred was still bitter that such a brilliant man died to a shot at the back of the head. BUT putting that aside, Alfred was confused himself in how in the world did he not know that Canada had a personified nation?

Alfred had always assumed that there were none since that fuzzy browed man, Arthur, never mentioned or talked about one in those rare moments that Arthur didn't hold the American Independence against him and talked about trade like normal nation people who cared for the welfare of their country rather than their… personal feelings. And since there wasn't a personified colony, nation or whatever, Alfred had always thought that sooner or later, Canada, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and all those other small British colonies in North America would become his.

But surprise, surprise, there was one and now the manifest destiny that one of his American fellows brought up seems a bit iffy. Alfred sighed and hoped the nation person for Canada wasn't a prick like England, which would suck a whole lot if he (maybe she?) was a lot like Arthur because being neighbors means that America had to deal with Canada more times often than not.

The President glanced over when Alfred sighed and promptly apologized, "I'm sorry but it would be nice to know before the Prime Minister of Canada invites us over to introduce each other's… special 'person'."

"It would've been nice to know for me too" Alfred muttered under his breath and then they were standing in front of a door that leads into the Prime Minister's office.

They were motioned to go in, so the President opened the door to reveal a balding man and a young 17 year-oldish blonde who held a stuffed polar bear. As if a personified nation holding a stuffed bear was totally normal.

At the sight of the young blonde, all of sudden, a hole in Alfred's life that he didn't realize was there felt like it was filled and he didn't understand what that feeling was or meant. He just stared at the boy as their leaders introduced each other and then introduced them, noting small things, like how they almost looked the same except the other nation person had softer features than himself, he (that was a he right?) had slightly lighter, longer, and wavier hair than his own, he was a bit shorter than Alfred by a few inches or so (but was too tall to be a girl, so he must be a boy), his eyes were of a different shade from his own, a bit purplely (if that's word) than his own, and Holy Hell, that wasn't a stuffed polar bear at all! And it looked like it was glaring at him, now why would it do that? Alfred was oh so very likeable!

It took a moment to realize that after the boy (Matthew was his name right?) gave a shy smile that they were waiting for his small self introduction – well on the bright side, at least the boy did not seem to be much like Arthur at all. Alfred smiled brightly and stuck out his hand to shake and held it out until Matthew took it into his own. Somehow, holding Matthew's hand felt right.

After introductions were done with, the country leaders told the both of them to go outside to "know each other better"/" to reacquaint each other" which confused everyone all round though himself and Matthew plus the small polar bear went out anyways and somewhere along the way their legs brought them to the gardens near the building and they walked in silence.

It wasn't until they walked in the rose gardens and Alfred saw Canada with red rose bushes behind him that Alfred froze in his spot and his breath hitched. It was a scene that looked so familiar and yet he couldn't place it. Like a memory that was there but just out of reach and his mind cannot supply the memory at all. It was so, so familiar!

Canada, possibly sensing the inner turmoil Alfred was having, spoke up, "Um… what is it Al—uh—America?"

That aborted try at his human struck something within him and yet, no memory came to the surface. Alfred needed to voice his concern even if to alleviate some of it, or maybe, Canada would know what or understand.

"No it's nothing, it's our first time meeting but I feel I have seen you somewhere."

Was that shock on Canada's (and the polar bear's) face?

"F-first time?" Canada whispered, "But what about—" And for a second Alfred thought Canada knew something he didn't but then he said, "Y-Yes, it is our f-first t-time meeting isn't it? You too are… f-familiar to me…"

"I know right?" America said, slightly disappointed that Canada didn't know either but mollified that he too felt it, "So weird!"

And with that, they were called back for something or other politic thing that Alfred never really paid attention to.

The next time they met was during the Alaskan Border Dispute in which was totally American soil and not Canadians.

Alfred sat there while the young man stood up and presented his case. He sat there while he listened to that barely audible voice while Matthew held onto the polar bear as if it was his lifeline. Alfred was almost inclined to agree with the boy if not it was American soil they were debating on and so Alfred had to what he had to do, disagree with the soft—yet very well—spoken boy for all his worth.

And to his astonishment, old brows sided with him, Alfred! And not his own colony/country/whatever the heck Canada was to England! Alfred had a small flare of guilt rise up at that notion of England siding with him but again, no memory will bring itself up to explain why he would feel guilty for that. But it was there, like an old, old memory hidden under many layers of earth that refused to resurface.

But America needed all the help he could get to win this dispute, seeing how the humans in the room were almost swayed by Canada's words, even it was old brows' help.

In the end, Canada politely exited the room after excusing himself and Alfred could see that Canada's people were looking a bit worried for him, which was weird because Alfred's own politicians couldn't care less for Alfred's well-being – well, to the extent that Canada's people were to him. There was some soft murmuring after the door closed but that was hardly perceptible and now that Canada was gone, Alfred had the whole room to explain why the land should mostly be America's!

To be honest, it wasn't really needed as the meeting ended with 3 Americans, 1 British on the American side of the debate and 2 Canadians on the opposing side.

When the day of the signing of the official papers came, the two Canadians refused to sign it and Alfred almost went to grab both their hands and force them to sign it but come entered Canada who took the two of them to the side and spoke to them softly. Alfred couldn't hear the words but could see as the two Canadians try to defend their point only to have their faces fall into reluctant acceptance by some more soft words from the boy. It was really weird to see middle-aged men or older being consoled by a seventeen year-old boy.

The two Canadians returned to the papers and signed it with a small twitch in their mouths. But it was all done and done with; the dispute was resolved.

Alfred looked up to smile at Canada but all he saw was the backside of him as he stalked out of the room and the sight didn't sit well with Alfred but again, Alfred didn't understand why such a sight should, he won the dispute after all!

Unable to stand the sight of the Canadian's retreating back any longer, Alfred ran out after him and when he caught up with him, Alfred said the only thing that came to mind.

"Haha, no hard feelings ammirite?"

And to Alfred's surprise, Canada, no wait Matthew, smiled at him! Maybe Matthew didn't hate him for it after all. "It's fine, it's over and done with."

Matthew turned around to walk away but Alfred grabbed his arm, ignoring the feral glare cast his way from the polar bear in Matthew's arms, before Matthew could get 2 paces away from him. Enough with the back already! He thought.

"Hey… uhh do you want to like just… do something together?" Alfred said the next thing that came to mind. Really, maybe he should plan ahead before speaking his mind… Naw, Alfred was fine the way he was, no trouble has arisen from it yet.

Matthew lifted an eyebrow as if he was uncertain of what Alfred just said (he did form a coherent sentence didn't he?), "Together?" Alfred nodded, certain the last thing Alfred wanted to see was the retreating back of Matthew's once again.

"You mean me and you?" Alfred nodded again. "Um, sure I guess?" And then suddenly Alfred's spirits soared with that sort of, not really but really acceptance of not showing Alfred his back again.

Alfred didn't understand why that since meeting this Matthew, that Alfred didn't want Matthew to hate him (much) and somehow it just felt right being with Matthew. Like Matthew was a missing piece in his life that Alfred never realized that was missing in the first place. Somehow, being with Matthew fulfills his life that Alfred had never felt so fulfilled since, since, Alfred couldn't even remember when!

But he didn't care anymore. Screw not knowing why Matthew was having this effect on him, screw not knowing why he never knew of this Matthew before 1867.

Now that Matthew was here, Alfred was not going to let him go anywhere without his knowing so! Now that this missing piece was found, Alfred would loathe seeing it disappear any time soon.

Author's Notes:

Ahaha inadvertingly made a sortof obsessive!America (again) near the end but hey, THEY MEET AGAIN RIGHT? Extra together with the chapter just because they are both short.

Kindof supposed to be a "turnover" chapter where GONE WITH THE SADNESS and IN WITH THE STORY... ish.. or whatever. You know, less sad and having you clutching at your heart for PAIN FOR CANADA.

The politicians or whatever to show that EVEN IF THE WORLD FORGETS YOU, WE CANADIANS WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MATTHEW!

The "cursing up a storm" after the Alaskan dispute is a precursor to the 3 hour rant? XD.

Oh and if anyone forgot, Alfred forgot everything that had to do with Matthew in chapter 10 extra 2 (under chapter number 13 - That which was Forgotten) so which is why Alfred did not know that Canada had a personified nation or what not. But even if memories were forgotten, his feelings for Matthew not Canada were still there and so enter the extra!

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Anyways, until next chapter, which is by the way, WORLD WAR EFFING ONE (or the Great War at the time) which I prolly need to do SOME AMOUNTS OF RESEARCH.