It was chaos at the world meeting. Well, it was more of a bizarre gathering rather than a meeting. Not a thing was getting done. The sounds of screaming, laughter and shouts filled the air, and Gilbert couldn't be bothered to even try to attempt to piece together everything that was happening around him. At his one side sat his brother, currently enjoying a nap with his arms folded under his head. His green cap was pulled down over his eyes so that no one could see his face. On his other side sat Feliciano with knife in hand. The Italian had his tongue sticking out in concentration as he carved patterns and pictures into the wooden table. Gilbert's shoulders slumped, letting out a silent sigh. He didn't really see the reason to attend these useless meetings any more. Everything and everyone was in a flurry of motion. He couldn't even focus on one pers-

He blinked as he stared at a stoic figure sitting at the table. He wasn't even moving. Just staring. Right at him. Well, it was hard to say for sure. Gilbert couldn't even see the other's eyes for they were covered by a dark pair of Aviator Sunglasses. The man was just sitting there. Back straight, shoulders square. His leather gloved hands were folded tightly in front of him. The blood red uniform made him stick out even more. It was obviously Matthew, the country of Canada. Gilbert quickly found himself feeling uncomfortable under the other's unmoving stare, even though they were sitting at different parts of the table.

He heard many things about the other. A lot of them not very nice. The things he could do to someone with just a Hockey stick. There were rumours that he even took down a full grown Bull Moose with his bare hands. Gilbert gulped. Turning his head away from the other did little to stop the intense feeling of Matthew's unwavering stare. He had no idea why Matthew's attention was on him.