A/N: bold words are translations from phonetically written Russian/Ukranian, written after the said Russian/Ukranian word.

I don't own Hetalia.

In an attempt to create conversation, Katyusha once asked Ivan; "Brat Brother, what do you and Matthew grow in your garden?"

Ivan had smirked, and simply said "Guess."

"Sunflowers and... maple trees?"

Ivan laughed, "Izvinite Sorry, Katyusha. We grow sunflowers, da, but not maple trees."

"So, just sunflowers?"

"Wrong again, sestra sister."

Everyone seems to forget Matthew. Other countries. His fathers. Even his own brother.

That's what hurts him the most; his twin brother can never remember him. They grew up together, played together, learnt together. Matthew used to give Alfred his burgers, and Alfred gave Matthew his pancakes. It was Alfred who gave Matthew a little white polar bear called Kumajiro. But still, Alfred always forgets him.

One thing Ivan likes about Matthew is his eye colour. Not blue like Alfred's, but lilac like his own, like violets, or bluebells, or forget-me-nots.

When Ivan first approached Matthew, Matthew was shocked to say the least. Someone had finally noticed him.

He was shocked again when Ivan approached him a second time. And when Ivan could remember could remember Matthew's name, you could have knocked the shy Canuk down with a feather.

What really knocked Matthew down was the vodka Ivan gave him. But the Northern duo soon discovered that vodka and maple syrup mix together deliciously.

When Ivan first visited Matthew's Canadian home, he found the house warm and inviting, until he reached the garden.

"Matvey, why is garden so... dead?"

"Well, you can't grow much in cold weather like this, can you, eh?"

"Nyet... Da... I grow sunflowers."

"Sunflowers... that sounds nice."

Ivan always shocked Matthew. Mostly because Ivan always remembered Matthew. But there were other times that Ivan shocked Matthew.

Like the time Ivan appeared on Matthew's doorstep, uninvited, smiling his signature smile. As Matthew opened the door, Ivan had thrust a single sunflower into his face.

"W-What's this for?"

"Two reasons. One; to grow sunflowers in garden, so garden is not dead."

"Oh. O-Okay."

"Reason Two; it is... common... for man to offer flowers when asking if... one... would like to go on a date."

"D-Date?"

"Da."

"You mean... like... more than..."

"More than comrades."

"Matthew twirled the sunflower in his hands, "Oui."

After a few years of dating, Ivan was back in Matthew's kitchen, gazing out at the sunflowers they've grown in the garden. They have grown tall, and large. Almost no snow can reach the ground past the huge yellow heads.

Ivan decided that his, and Matthew's, gardens needed a second flora. Sunflowers are too Russian, too Ivan. They needed a flower to represent Matthew.

Matthew grips Ivan's coat, burying his face in the crook of Ivan's neck. Ivan strokes his lover's head comfortingly as Matthew cries into his scarf, "They forgot me again."

"It is alright, moy klen my maple. I will not forget you."

I will not forget you. That was the sentence, that was the epiphany. From those words, Ivan knew the flower to represent Matthew.

"I give up, brat brother. Just tell me."

Ivan laughs. "Is it really that difficult, sestra sister?"

"Tak Yes. You know Matthew much better than I do."

"Da, but it was my idea to plant the flowers."

"What kind of flowers?"

Ivan smiles. Sunflowers represent Ivan; big and bold, towering over everyone else. Matthew's flower would have to be small, delicate, and preferably the same colour as Matthew's pretty lilac eyes. "Forget-me-nots."