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"'Cause Canada's really big~! We're the second~ Largest country~! –"

I pressed a button on my phone which cut off the song in which it played and I set it back down on my night table. My eyes were still stubbornly closed, but I felt around for my glasses anyways, ignoring the protests in my heavy limbs. My fingertips brushed against the wire of my glasses and I pushed them up onto my nose, opening my eyes slowly. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but the sky in the distance glowed with the crack of dawn.

My room was cast in dying shadows, the painted red walls dull with the gloom. Posters of hockey players were tacked up on them along with a Canadian flag that hung over my head. Boxes were stacked in the corner of the room, full of possessions such as clothes, more posters, etc. I yawned widely and stretched my arms out toward the ceiling, my back arching back to get rid of annoying cricks in my spine. Running a hand through my wavy and unruly blonde hair, I rolled out of bed. I narrowly missed a sleeping polar bear cub that was sprawled out on the floor next to my bed. The cub made a whine in protest as my foot grazed against his rear and twisted around to look up at me with curious little black eyes.

"Good morning Kumachi," I whispered as smiling warmly down at him.

"Who are you?" The animal asked as turning his head to one side.

"Um, Canada . . ."

"What?"

"The one who feeds you."

"Oh."

I chuckled softly and tickled him behind the ears with my toes. The cub and I have been close friends as long as I can remember, despite the fact that we can never remember each other's name. I know it starts with Kuma- . . . oh! His name is Kumajirou! Yes, I finally remember. I stood up and shuffled to my closet that stood next to my nightstand and snatched the first shirt I saw and scrambled out. I then grabbed a pair of jeans from the drawers of my small dresser and a pair of clean boxers before throwing them on. Looking down to inspect myself, I had randomly chosen my Harry Potter T-Shirt that my brother, Alfred, had gotten me for my birthday last year. It was red and had the Gryffindor symbol printed on the front.

I smiled a bit, personally loving the Harry Potter thing, but I then scooped up Kuma – Maple! I forgot what his name was! Ah to l'enfer with it, my bear and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I set the polar bear cub on the marble counter top and grabbed a comb and ran it through my hair. I smiled as it ran through the wild loop-de-loop hair thing that sprung out directly from my bangs. Simple-mindedly, I ran it through the curl several more times before putting the comb away and brushing my teeth thoroughly. I picked up my friend once again and left the bathroom and went to the kitchen.

I finally noticed the sleepy silence that enveloped the home as I stepped into the dark kitchen. Granite countertops were pushed up against the far walls and a single island stood in the middle; appliances carefully fitted in between the surfaces. Nobody except for me and Kuma were awake and I decided to make breakfast for everyone. I set the bear down on the island and reached up into the cabinets and collected scratch ingredients. I heard the skitter of Kuma's claws against the glossy surface of the island and I poured the ingredients that overflowed in my arms and started to mix them together, making a thick buttery yellow batter.

I turned on the stove and greased the pan before pouring the batter onto the heated cooking pan. The pancakes steadily stacked up onto three different plates, three piled up strategically on each other and all natural maple syrup poured on top. I frowned when I noticed that still no one was up and I set the table quietly and went back down the hall. I opened the door that was decorated with many patriotic things such as Uncle Sam posters, American flags, and UFOs. Stepping in the dark room, I crept cautiously toward the sleeping figure that was hidden under mountains of sheets.

I prodded the mound gently and immediately regretted it. A loud yell rang out and then there was a small and comical pop! Something hit me square in the forehead and I yelped, stumbling back a few steps. "Que diable, c'est que pour ça!" I cried as removing a foam Nerf bullet from my forehead and glared at my brother who was clutching his precious Nerf gun with white knuckles.

"Get away from me you zombie!" He shouted as cocking it again.

"What did I tell you about those zombie movies, Alfred!" I groaned as slapping my forehead.

Reaching out to take the gun, I was shot again in the face and then pounced on. Alfred started to shoot me repeatedly and I was squirming underneath him, screaming obscenities in French. "What in the bloody hell are you boys doing in here?" Arthur stopped his attack and I froze too, throwing my head back to look at the British man who stood in his pajamas (which was a simple white T-shirt and UK boxers), tapping his foot impatiently in the doorway. "Hey Iggy! I was just trying to kill this zombie," Alfred said simply as if it were the most normal thing to say.

I smacked my head the second time. "I'm not a merde zombie!" I shouted, but they didn't seem to hear me.

Arthur shook his head. "Alfred, what have I told you about watching zombie movies before bed?"

Alfred snorted. "I can watch whatever I want whenever I want," Childishly, my older brother stuck out his tongue at his elder brother.

The Brit rolled his emerald green eyes and crossed his arms. I growled irritably and looked back up at my brother, blood rushed to my face as I realized the awkward position we were in. My hands were clenched on his shoulder and he was practically straddling me and had eased back dangerously close to . . . my er . . . nether regions. England was about to walk away until he did a double take, his bushy eyebrows furrowing in question. "I must be mistaken, but America; it seems that there are two of you."

"Huh?" Alfred grunted as looking down at me with narrowed brilliant blue eyes. "Who are you?"

I opened my mouth the respond, be he cut in with a gasp and scrambled away. "Y-You're . . . from the future!"

"What?"

"Oh my god! You are aren't you?"

"No! I'm your little brother! Ya know, Canada. The land of hockey and maple syrup?"

"Who?"

"Oh my maple-hockey! How can I be clearer? Ca-na-da! Canada!"

I felt my blood boil under my skin at dangerously high temperatures. "Oh! I know now!" Arthur cried from the doorway. "You're Canada! Oh excuse me Matthew! I am terribly sorry!" I sighed in relief and wriggled out from underneath my elder brother to face him properly. "Its fine, I'm used to it I suppose," I said, smiling. "Now let's go eat breakfast ."

America cheered heartily and dashed past me and Arthur to the breakfast table. Arthur muttered something and ran a hand through his semi-messy hair and followed the boy out to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table to eat my heavenly pancakes. Alfred was already there happily eating the pancakes at a very fast pace unlike a normal human being. I found Kuma passed out underneath my chair and lugged him up into my lap.

Arthur eased himself down in the chair between me and Alfred with a cup of tea held in his fingers. Pride swelled in my chest at the gleeful look on the Brit's face and the anger that had once pounded in my head vanished. I finished my meal and dumped the plate into the sink and sat back down at the table, mooshing Kuma deeper in my grasp. He was just so squishy! I felt his wet little tongue rasp against the back of my hand and I set him down as Arthur stood to clean the dishes. "You boys go on ahead and start loading the car while I wash the dishes." I nodded and went to my room to gather my things with my brother following behind.

I picked up four boxes that teetered precariously on top of each other and I had to crane my neck at an awkward angle just to see where I was going. Squeezing out the front door, I opened the trunk of our car with my foot. The car was an old Cadillac and it was crudely painted a deep royal blue. On the hood there were thirteen red and white stripes running vertical against it and a rectangular patch of blue was left in the upper right-hand side when you look at it. Fifty drippy white stars were crammed in the lopsided blue space. This was the work of my brother when he was 15. Let's just say England was not happy at all. Oh yeah, I believe that I forgot to mention that we are being kicked out and shipped off to college to put it bluntly. I shoved the boxes into the space and went back inside to grab the rest of my stuff. I made my bed neatly and said a silent goodbye to my room for I won't see it again until Christmas. Kuma lumbered in quietly and pawed at my jeans gently and I gathered him up in my arms again as I was tying the laces of my old red sneakers. I was almost run over by my brother as he marched down the hall to get his bag as well.

He gave me a warm smile and I looked at him with narrowed eyes. I was not over with him shooting me with a toy gun. His smile faltered and orphan blue eyes looked at me apologetically. "Yeah, sorry about that whole thinking you were a zombie thing. Maybe I really should lay off the zombie movies," Alfred smacked me on the shoulder roughly and laughed rather loudly but good-naturedly. I chuckled softly and playfully punched him on the cheek. "Please do," I muttered simply before heading off with my duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

"Alfred, why must you be so bloody slow?" Arthur snapped as following his little brother down the hall.

"I'm not sure if you noticed this yet Iggy, but I'm not much of a mornin' person." Alfred grumbled. If there one thing that you should know about my big brother America is that he does not enjoy being told what to do or be pushed around. He is more like of an independent person. Arthur and Alfred are not my real brothers, Arthur found America and (according to Arthur) I was found a month or two after Arthur. I don't believe him because I have a faint memory of someone else holding me before I even met Arthur. I remember kind, lovey-dovey, blue eyes that watched me and longish blonde hair that I liked to play with because it was wavy and soft. I also remember that this person had sung me a lullaby that had burned into my mind to this very day.

I hum it constantly and sometimes I attempt to remember the words and sing it, but I can never remember. I shrugged off the strap of the duffel bag and threw it into the cramped back seat of the car and set Kuma in the middle. The gray interior was worn, stained, and dusty with lots of memories such as when America had almost made England wreck on the highway because he claimed to have seen a ghost and was freaking out. Many people would rather be strapped to the hood than try to fit in the back of our car, but I have been in that back seat ever since we got the car so I'm used to my knees being in my face.

I squeezed myself into the seat next to my bear who had flopped down lazily face-first into the familiar seat. I sat there in the silence of the car besides the faint snores of the cub which passed out for the third or fourth time this morning. About five or so minutes later I saw Iggy and Alfred storm out the door with their usual argument of how immature Alfred was and how bossy Iggy was. I know that Arthur does not mean to be bossy; he just wants Alfred to grow up to be a strong nation. But Alfred is stubborn and as I had said before he does not enjoy being bossed around so it's hard to reason with him half the time.

Their argument ended when they had a long stare down and Arthur looked away to get into the driver's seat. A victorious smile stretched across the dirty blonde's face and he strutted to the car and jumped in, making the car sway a little. Arthur said nothing and stiffly stuck the key into the ignition and turned it slowly to where the car putted to life. I felt the vibrations of the growling motor buzz in the seat and heard the quiet drone of the radio. Immediately, Alfred's hand shot to the controls of the radio and tuned in to his favorite channel and then cranked it up as loud as it could go. I sighed deeply, but I couldn't hear over the blast of strums of an electric guitar.

My stomach plummeted when I recognized the voice that began singing in a high octave. Maple, it was America's favorite song.

"You think I'm pretty~ without any makeup on~! You think I'm funny~ when I tell the punch-line wrong~"

I buried my face in my hands and whined. Teenage Dream by Katy Perry isn't a bad song it's just bad when my brother sings along to it. It's just bad. Scrambling, I ripped open my duffel bag and fished out my iPod and shoved the ear buds into my ears and randomly picked a song and cranked it up so I couldn't hear my brother screech. I shifted around a bit as Arthur backed out of the paved driveway and drove toward our doom. See, I am considered a little wimpy nerd that is pushed around a lot. The last part is true, but to be honest, I'm not much of a wimp. I'm not saying that I'm the strongest person in the world or the most confident; I just don't take people's crap to a certain point.

I'm not sure if it's healthy to keep my anger bottled up, but I just don't like being angry. It's just an ugly feeling that just brings down everyone around you, just like sadness but without the aggression. I lazily watched the world zoom by at a steady pace as my mind was consumed by the blaring music in my ears. Kuma squirmed around next to me in his dreams and I rested my hand on the coarse, thick fur of his scruff and scratched it absently.

I cast a careless look over at my brother, who was dancing around in the front seat violently and singing horribly. He wore his trusty brown leather jacket that had the number 50 in big white squared letters on the back and a graphic T-shirt that was splashed with his patriotic colors that he adored so much. His squared glasses lenses were gleaming in the faint morning light and the light hid his big blue eyes that were always bright and smiling.

Sometimes I absolutely hate my brother. He is self-absorbed and arrogant and loud, it makes me want to rip out my hair sometimes. I pity Arthur because he is responsible for him and America tends to get in a lot of trouble if you don't watch him closely. But there are times where we all get along. We can go through a whole meal without killing each other sometimes, such as this morning. We joke around and rough-house all the time and its great until you break Arthur's vase that China gave him for Christmas so long ago.

It only seemed to be 15 minutes when the car was parked in a concrete parking garage. I blinked and put my iPod back into the bag and nudged Kuma gently. "C'mon Kumachino, we're here," I mumbled. That almost sounds like a kind of coffee. The little cub looked up me with those little curious black eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Canada, the guy who feeds you."

"Ohhhhh~!"

I rolled my eyes and went through the long and difficult process of getting out of the back seat. England had got out on the same side and when I was about to walk around to get my stuff, he stopped me. "Um, pardon me sir, but why were you in my car?" Uhg, its time re-introduce myself. "Uh, I'm Canada. You know, America's little brother, Matthew," I muttered rather awkwardly. His bushy eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and I groaned hopelessly.

"Hey Mattie! When did you get here?" I heard Alfred call as he ruffled my hair from behind.

"Er, I rode here with you guys. Don't you remember?"

"Uhhhhhh . . . Oh yeah! You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah, good job." I said enthusiastically as patting him on the head like a dog he was a dog. Alfred smiled at me and went around to the back to get the boxes out. Sighing slightly, I slung the strap of my bag over one shoulder and placed Kuma on top of it so I could have two free hands to carry boxes. I took the last two that were left in the back and followed my brothers up the levels of the parking garage. Surprisingly, the two hadn't said a word to each other the whole way up. They must be doing the silent treatment- this wasn't anything new.

I didn't dare to speak, afraid that it will only bring more bickering. This was our last day to see Iggy and I don't want to spoil it, even though I have nothing to do with it. We stepped out into the sunshine of the early morning and I couldn't help but make a small gasp. The building looked like the whole world's architectural invention threw up all over it. Elegant arches were decorated with gothic gargoyles and great pillars stood proudly out in front; even a pyramid stood proudly on the top. There were two equally tall buildings that I assumed were dormitories, branched off the main campus and were tilted inward toward each other.

Alfred merely scoffed at the building and said that it looked boring. I saw Iggy's cheeks flush red but just snapped at him to hold his tongue. "I think it looks beautiful, Iggy," I muttered in my quiet soft-spoken voice. The eldest boy looked back at me with a thankful look. "Indeed it is, Matthew," He said simply before setting off down the sidewalk that led to the grand courtyard which was occupied by some other students who had arrived earlier than us. I longed to join the students in lounging about in the cool green grass and watch the clouds roll by in the warm summer breeze.

There was a sudden dull smacking sound and I snapped my attention to my brothers to see them glaring at each other. "What was that for?" Alfred cried, rubbing his bicep. "Just try to keep it in your bloody pants!" Arthur snapped before storming off ahead furiously. The American muttered censored insults under his breath as we followed him at a four foot radius, as if we were avoiding the Englishmen's anger. I simply rolled my eyes and walked down the path toward the great, bronze front door.

I recognized a few people who went to high-school with me, most of them I was not on good relations with. Some of them ignored me or shot dagger-like glares at me and I scurried closer to my brother, careful not to stray too far. "Iggo! Do ya have our schedules and all that other shit?" America called out, jogging up to Arthur. I saw him cringe at Alfred's English but simply replied, "Yes, I have them in my back pocket."

I saw a faint smirk play at the American's lips and he shifted the boxes to one arm and he thrust his hand into his back pocket and fished out the papers that were neatly folded into fourths. I saw England's face flush a deep shade of red and he gave Alfred a seething look. "W-What – W-Why – Bloody hell America! Do you have to be such a frog?" But the other boy wasn't listening; instead he was scanning the papers with deep interest. "Here's your papers, Mattie," He muttered, holding out two crumpled pieces of paper. I took them awkwardly from under the boxes I carried and shoved them carelessly into the front pocket of my jeans.

We took a right toward a dormitory building that was made of the same white stone, but looked like a mere apartment building with rows of little windows and balconies. "Hey Iggo, are me and Mattie gonna share a dorm?" The Englishmen shook his head solemnly. "No, sorry lads. I couldn't get you two in the same rooms. You have to share with someone else."

Wonderful.

Hopefully it isn't some idiot who will harass me every second of my life. We arrived in a great hall that had a high, cathedral-like ceiling that was supported by a single pillar. Its diameter must've been around six or so feet and it was decorated with ancient writings of all languages and pictures of many cultures. The writing was crammed on it so there was room for the engraved pictures and it made it virtually impossible to read them. I admired them for a few moments before trotting back to my brothers. We walked down a hall that had more pictures and old, worn tapestries hung on the stone white walls and there were Roman sculptures standing proudly along the edge.

I noticed that the sculptures were not very clean. They were smudged with indistinctive colors mainly around the top of their lips and eyes and I assumed that some students had painted on them. How mature. I simply rolled my eyes and saw that Alfred had noticed had a mischievous look on his face.

"Do it Alfred and I'll beat you with my hockey stick," I muttered darkly, shooting him a threatening glare. But he only chuckled at me and followed Iggy down the hall. I wonder who my roomie will be. I hope it is nobody. I hope they had to transfer to another college at the last minute and Alfred could move to my dorm. See, I'm kind of dependent on my brother because he sticks up for me and he always has my back. I know I should start sticking up for myself, but I don't have much of a backbone to do so.

I gave my brother a worried look, but he didn't seem to notice because a few girls passed by and he was going all googly eye on them. I rolled my eyes at him and decided to admire the art on the other side of the room. I am not at all very into girls like Alfred is. Wait no, scratch that. I am not at all very in to girls or guys like Alfred. All I'm saying is that he's not picky. I don't mind either of them, they both have their pros and cons, but I'm just not interested in a relationship right now. I'm focusing on becoming stronger as a nation and as a person and that's all. I do not need someone to keep me distracted.

I was brought out of my reverie when Arthur started talking to Alfred. We had magically appeared in a hall that was no longer decorated with the arts, but doors lined the walls on both sides, around four or five feet apart. There were few people here in the hall and I already recognized some of the students. At the end of the hall, I saw the two Italian brothers, Romano and Feliciano, taking boxes into their dorm. Japan was peering out of his door shyly and Switzerland and Germany were in deep conversation.

I did a double take when I saw Germany and I immediately knew that Prussia was close by. Gilbert is one of my best friends from high-school and has almost been a third older brother to me. When I was about to go over and talk to Ludwig, my eyes were covered by slender pale hands and I froze. "Guess who Birdie~!" A voice sniggered behind me. "Gilbert!" I shook free from his hold and gave him an awkward hug around the boxes. I heard Prussia mutter something that sounded like, "Watch the nipples Birdie." "What are you doing here? I thought you said that 'College is un-awesome.'" I said, smiling widely at the albino in front of me.

Gilbert was wearing a leaf green T-shirt that had bold white print that declared loudly, "I AM MORE AWESOME THAN YOU WILL EVER BE" and old tattered jeans. His ruby red eyes were smiling down at me and he ruffled my hair roughly. "Well, I decided to join you through this second level of hell because I am just an awesome friend like that," He cackled. I laughed and ruffled his spider silk white hair in return. "Well, I gotta go unpack and I'll talk to you later Gil," I called as I walked after my brothers. "Okay, the awesome me will be waiting!"

The moment I caught up with them, Arthur stopped and turned to Alfred. "This will be your room America. You be on your best behavior or I'll make sure you never eat another hamburger ever again." I could've sworn I saw tears well up in Alfred's eyes when Iggy said that. The American gave a wavering smile and pecked the Englishmen on the cheek. "Okay, see you at Christmas Britain," He said winking at the already blushing man in front of him before disappearing into his room.

Arthur touched his cheek lightly, staring at the closed door with a shocked look. "Er, England?" I whispered, prodding his arm. "Oh! Sorry Canada, I was just - . . ." He cut off and pointed at the door that was across from America's. "That's your dorm. Please keep an eye on America and be good." I nodded at him and gave him a brotherly one-armed goodbye hug. "See you later Iggy," I murmured into his jacket. We untangled our arms and the blonde gently patted my head before disappearing down that hall without another word.

My indigo eyes watched the hall in which my elder brother had disappeared and I felt a bit abandoned. I will no longer go back home to an angry Brit that would yell at me, again mistaking me for America, and continued to smack me upside the head until I convinced him that I was Canada. I would also miss our meals together and having to take over the cooking for Arthur (who is a terrible cook). Hell, I would even miss the quarrels between my two older brothers.

Sighing, I opened the door with my elbow and stepped into the room. The dorm was very small, considering that it had things such as tiny kitchen-ish area and the bunk-beds were all crammed in the room. The walls were a simple white and had nothing placed upon them except for a framed notice of the school rules. It seemed that someone had already moved in the room. The bottom bunk was already claimed with communist gray sheets neatly made on the mattress. Dear god, did I really just say 'communist gray'? That sounds like something Alfred would say. But never-mind that, moving on. Clothes were abandoned on the bed and I felt a sudden urge to put them away, but I restrained myself with great difficulty.

I set my boxes on the small surface that sat against the wall of the kitchen-like space and carefully picked Kuma up from his bed on my duffel bag and set him next to the boxes. The little bear whined a bit and resituated himself before drifting back off into his dreams once more. I rolled my eyes and set my bag on the floor and began to put away my clothes in a tiny dresser that sat next to the beds and so on. When I unpacked my last possession, I heard the door click open and I almost dropped my school books on my feet. In the doorway was a menacing giant that frowned a bit at me.

The giant filled the whole doorway and an old worn scarf was wrapped around his neck. He had very fair blonde hair and big curious red-violet eyes that looked me up and down. He wore a simple gray sweater and jeans and I could see the piled muscles of his chest and the strong arms that could easily tie me into a knot three times. I gulped at his menacing appearance but tried not to look too scared. "Er . . ." I whispered shyly as setting my books down into my book bag. "M-My name is Matthew Williams. I'm guessing that we're room-mates?" The boy smiled at me childishly, but I'm sure if it was meaning to be friendly. "I'm Ivan Braginski and if you piss me off you will find yourself beaten to a bloody pulp and begging for mercy." He smiled widely at me before shooting me a malicious glare, the curiosity vanishing from his big eyes. "But, I'm serious. I'm going to start things off by saying that we are not buddies and we are merely just sharing a room. You mind your own business and you'll make it through the year alive more or less," Ivan turned his back on me as if he was leaving.

"But if you fail to stay out of my way, you will be sorry." Then he left.

I blinked in astonishment and stared at the doorway in which he was standing in just a moment ago. Sweet mother of maple please let me come out of this alive.

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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. I'm sorry if my depiction of college is inaccurate because I have not been to college yet and please don't badger me about it. The rating may change later on in the story, but I am not so sure yet. Plus I am also writing this out of sheer entertainment, not sure why you need to know this. I am also trying to cope with writing with other characters so I'm going to try and cram in as many Hetalia characters I can. Also there may be long stretches between updates because I'm trying to make my chapters longer so you all can be satisfied. I am not very happy with the humor in this but I honestly do not care right now. But now I'm rambling so I'll just leave . . .

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