Kage: Hello, this is actually my fourth Hetalia story (Though the other ones are currently unfinished because my partner in writing them hasn't been on. ^^U) Well as I was saying, I have come to love Hetalia a lot, especially Canada, and decided to write a Maple Series (Basically meaning that there will be a number of one-shots with different pairings all having to do with Canada so… Canada X EVERYONE :D). I hope you enjoy them because I have a lot planned and hopefully I can surprise you with the pairings~

Also I apologize to any of my Naruto fans; also I apologize for how much my Naruto stories suck...

I need to rewrite some of them…

However this isn't about Naruto.

Oh, and if there is a Canada pairing you find yourself disliking I apologize and I'm sorry if you don't like this one-shot.

By the way, all the one-shots will be based off a song so if you have a favorite song and a desired Canada pairing please don't be shy. ^u^

Maple Series~

Going under(Evanescence): one-sided England X Canada UsUk Prucan

Warning: Sexual Mentioning, Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Cutting.

Now what exactly had he done for England? Hmm… during the revolution Canada had made sure England wasn't under too much stress. He made sure the man was happy. He comforted the man. He had made sure England was taking care of himself, he was there for England since the beginning…

He was still there for England.

Though there was an unfairness that had always bit and nibbled at his mind.

He always ignored and tossed aside, left behind for his more energetic brother… Matthew cried quite a bit of tears. Especially when England began to visit less.

Then there were the nightly visits.

How many times has he screamed for Arthur? Moaning his name, whispering it delicately into his ear? Allowing the so-called Gentleman to use him to his hearts desire? It had started after Alfred gained his independence… The drunken Englishman entered his room and crawled into his bed, Matthew allowed it thinking his caretaker needed comfort only for that day to be the start to many more unmentionable visits.

"Arthur! Oh yes! Arthur! Harder! Faster! Arthur!"

He moaned and begged like a good boy, when really he wanted the Englishman to stop because the pain was almost unbearable. And to add insult to injury;

"Oh! Alfred! My sweet Alfred. I love you! I love you… Alfred!"

The Englishman always believed that it was his brother that he was screwing; he believed he was confessing to his precious Alfred.

Yes, there was a tone of envy in those words.

Then there were the wars or some other time that called for him to bend the truth a bit.

Truth be told he was a pretty good liar, a good deceiver. The perfect spy and that was what Arthur wanted from him…a spy. He would do anything for the man…

Anything.

Then he remembers the wars…
Gun aimed, violet eyes narrowed dangerously, bloody grin on his face. Matthew never felt so…Alive. He was seen, he was loved and hated, he was cursed-actually cursed!-they knew who he was! He fought, tooth and claw against Germany, he feared him! The intimidating nation feared him!

He was doing this for Arthur; he wanted to make Arthur proud…even for a moment.

And yet…

"Arthur!" the quiet Canadian called after the Brit. He watched brokenheartedly as the Brit instead greeted his brother, it may have seemed annoyed but he could see that beautiful half hidden smile. He could see how the man's emerald green eyes sparkled when his eyes landed on the American.

Why couldn't Arthur look at him like that? Smile at him like that…

No one knows this but…

Sometimes Matthew holds his breath, holding it until he's on the verge of fainting...

Then Matthew has to push himself to reject the Brit, even though he doesn't want to…

"Matthew, lad. Do you need a hand?" Matthew had been bumped into making him trip and stumble to the floor, it sent his papers flying and now the Brit was offering him help… Ducking his head he held the files to his chest before standing, he ignored the surprised look on the Brit's face.

"I don't need your help, but thank you."

Even his dreams enjoy torturing him.

A kiss was pressed to his lips and he answered happily holding the slightly shorter man closer, eyes fluttering shu-

"Who are you?"

He awoke in his bed (alone), his bear-Kumajiko?-sitting besides him. Sighing sadly he pushed himself into a sitting position.

"I'm Canada, your owner and the person who feeds you." he answered almost numbly.

"Oh, can you make me pancakes?"

Then as though it weren't enough…

He was with Alfred…again. Matthew needed to remind himself that Arthur had no feelings for him.

It was almost as though the elder man was tormenting him, defeating him with every utter of his brothers name.

Though…

It couldn't get any worst can it? He must have been entirely used to it by no-

"America!" he turned ready to explain that he was Canada not America, that is until a familiar Brit hit him in the chest arms slipping around his waist happily. He froze numb as the Brit spoke calmly and with hidden giddy happiness about how much he had enjoyed there date last night. Leaving - though not before laying a kiss on the numb Canadian's cheek - England walked away slowly while saying that they should do it again sometime. And when he was gone Canada felt his bottom lip wobble as he tried desperately to keep his tears in, however it was for naught as the first traitorous drop of salty liquid ran down his face before dropping off his chin.

And then…

Leg's held to his chest and face tucked into his knees, the Canadian could honestly say that he felt like he was dying, not only was he in pain but it would just not go away. If this was what love felt like then the Canadian would happily stay single for the rest of his immortal life.

Sadly…

No one noticed how much pain he was in, all because of the Englishman. Though, he noticed, he was almost never given any indication that anyone-except Kumalano-could see him.

And it amuses Matthew because…

If England were water, he would easily drown with how much his thoughts turned to the Brit. Though, Matthew mused, he was already drowning…

It would feel like that then…

Matthew felt like he was falling, always falling, still falling. Maybe he would fall forever?

Matthew found himself amused with that thought.

And he knew…

He had to stop thinking about England; obviously it was useless to even think he had a chance with the Brit. Besides it was apparent that the Brit was with his brother…

Giving a defeated sigh Matthew found himself very depressed.

What was he doing here?

Stand upon the ledge and tip over, come on Matthew. Do it.

He stared out across the mountain; the drop would be far… Turning upon his heel he decided that his life meant more…

What life?

Matthew frowned, head ducked, as Kumajigoku waddled over.

"Food?" the bear asked looking up at the Canadian with large black eyes.

He remembers one point in his life when he even doubted himself…

"B-but Alfred is my brother, I can't turn on my brother!" his cheek was cupped gently by the Brit kneeling in front of him.

"He's the enemy Matthew; we can't let him win his independence. It will be a disaster."

"B-but…" he was so confused, his brother was an enemy?

"This isn't right." he mumbled.

"What you think isn't right Matthew."

Matthew blinked; does this mean he can't trust himself?

How could he do this to himself?

Red fluid was running down his wrist and Matthew, even though he is disappointed with himself, smiles sadly.

And he feels his heart break more with every utter of his brother's name as they fall from the Brit's lips.

"Matthew, where's your brother?" England was smiling up at him as he fixed his coat.

Crack.

"Matthew, have you seen Alfred?"

Crick.

"Matthew, do you think Alfred would like this?"

Snap.

"Matthew h-" England had approached him worriedly and Matthew inwardly winced when he cut him off.

"Sorry I have to go." He ran off before England could utter another word.

Then he tries to talk to England.

"Oh Arthur I…" he was ignored, like usual.

He remembered hating being yelled at by England when he was younger, now he was simply annoyed by it.

"Alfred! I thought I-!"

Matthew paused and watched as the Brit yelled at him. He offered no replies and continued to stare. Slowly the Brit paused scowling.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Not really." came the bland reply; he couldn't be in love with England anymore. He couldn't allow his heart to melt. However, he didn't understand how cold this made him now.

Arthur paused and suddenly realized whom he was talking-yelling at-to.

"Oh! Matthew! I'm sorry, lad. Have you-!"

"No I haven't." Matthew left, leaving Arthur to become flustered by the boy's change in attitude.

Lately he had been spending a lot of his time with Prussia, though his cutting grew…

"Birdie!" Gilbert - Prussia - yelled hugging the frazzled Canadian. Canada held in a hiss when the Prussian accidentally touched a new cut. He bit his bottom lip when the Prussian grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him outside, possibly to do something "Awesome".

And Matthew was still thinking about Arthur but…

Matthew sighed softly gazing down at the drink in his hand before looking back at Gilbert whom was currently dancing among the crowd. Matthew's lips quirked into a slight smile as his eyes caught the albino. He was happy to have Gilbert around; the albino distracted his thoughts rather easily. Maybe he'll be able to forget Arthur…

He doesn't understand how it happens but…

Lips pressed against his own making his eyes widen from behind his glasses. His body was pressed to the wall as the other continued; his mind was blank and his eyes stayed wide even as the kisser pulled away with a smirk.

"Birdie, I think you're Awesome."

The albino, still smirking, turned upon his heel and began to leave, though he looked over his shoulder back at a surprised Matthew and waved.

Matthew stared after him before unconsciously licking his lips.

For a moment, he forgot about England.

And, oh, how he loved it.

Kage: Polite criticism is appreciated and I apologize if I made England seem like a douche. I was always interested in the stories that say that England used Canada as a replacement America. Oh and the added PruCan was unplanned but it just happened. XD

I regret nothing! :P

Hope you enjoyed the first one-shot. Please review and if you have any questions about what kind of topics (Ex: Nyotalia, Piratetalia, Human Au) I will be using don't hesitate to ask~ I may be shy but I enjoy talking to new people. ^w^