Today is Canada Day… and Canada's day! XD SO THEREFORE! THIS FIC MUST BE POSTED! WELCOME ALL CANADIANS AND OTHER WORLD RECIPITENTS TO THIS FANFICTION AND HAPPY CANADA DAY TO ALL! (As well as Happy National Day to Hong Kong!) This fic will be updated daily UNTIL the next North American birthday… you know who… it's obvious… THE SELF-PROCLAIMED HERO HIMSELF, AMERICA! And then it ends. *sobs*

Disclaimer: I don't own Canada… though I am a Canadian! :D Anyhow, I don't own Hetalia or its characters, plots, etc. This is for entertainment only… and a matter of national pride/patriotism. Let's go Canada! XD

NOTE: The British Province of Quebec is Matthew Williams aka Canada, in 1760.

1760

The British Province of Quebec bit his lip as he clutched the pant leg of his new guardian. Days before, his papa left him with a new guardian. Mathieu knew he was reluctant to leave him, but it still did not help the sadness.

He was getting accustomed to being a British territory after the separation, but still he missed Papa's food… and of course, other things as well. Normally as of now, he would be running away from all the objects that Britain called food. He learned to cook pancakes for himself, and for that, Mathieu knew that Papa would be proud. But today, today was different.

He was going to meet his new brother… and today was also his birthday! Despite not being an actual nation, he was born on July 1st, XXX and he was proud of having a birthday that was on the first of the month!

Quebec really hoped that his new brother would celebrate his birthday with him. It would be the first birthday he had since Mathieu has been changed to being a British property. So therefore, Mathieu wished it would be a good one. Papa had once told him that birthdays are for receiving love, and having people who love you close to you because it was the day he was born. It was the day that he arrived in to this world. Thus, it would have to be special.

As Mathieu grasped tighter to the fabric beneath his hands, Britain crouched down to look at him.

"Matthew," England began.

'No! My name is Mathieu Bonnefoy!' he wanted to scream, but held his tongue. He still refused to say anything intellectual to Britain, leaving his new caretaker to think he was either dim-witted or slow at everything. Despite the fact, Mathieu stuck his tongue out at Britain and crossed his arms, looking the other way.

He could hear Britain sighing before saying, "Matthew. Look at me."

Mathieu refused before hearing another sigh. "Fine then, don't look at me. At least, look over there," England pointed towards Mathieu's right. A giant mansion stood there, with a TV blaring loudly and the whole house was dark, as if someone was watching a movie.

Reluctantly, Mathieu turned his head out of curiosity, then faintly spotting another boy closely watching the TV through a blurry window of the mansion. He willed himself to say, "…Who?" That's probably my new brother.

He looks so… immature. Childish. But then again, Mathieu scolded himself, you do too! He's probably faking it like you!

England smiled at the one word answer, despite Mathieu's restraint of words, "That's your new brother."

Ha. I knew it.

"M-my brother… what is he like?" Mathieu asked innocently… as if. I can practically steal the words out of his mouth, "He's rough, but you'll like him."

"Hmm, how to put it… he's a bit rough 'round the edges, but I think you'll like him just fine." Britain said with a hint of pride and slight sarcasm.

Close enough, eh. Despite that, Mathieu let a small smile show. Well, he can't be as bad as Francis's friend, the self-proclaimed king of awesomeness. Hopefully, we'll get along…

England shouted with (most likely) more excitement than Mathieu was inwardly showing, "Hey, America~! Come out here for a bit, would you?"

A childlike voice rang out as the front door opened, "Mm? What is it England?"

"W-whaaaaaaaa…?" Mathieu felt his jaw drop. EHHHHHH? HE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE ME! Despite being extra perceptive for a child, Mathieu still has a child's mind no matter what happens.

Flustered, as America seemed to forget the rule of the personal bubble, Mathieu muttered, "H-hi, I'm the British Province of Quebec…"

"Huh-?" America gazed uncertainly as he walked in circles around Mathieu, "Huh…? Y-y-your face, it's just like mine."

U-uh… no duh, Mathieu thought, bringing himself out of his thoughts, "So… you're my…" Mathieu resisted the urge to roll his eyes; it was obvious that America was already distracted.

Mathieu found himself biting his lip, perhaps he should tell America it was his birthday. He might be his friend… "U-um… America… England… it's actually my birthday today and I was wondering if we could go play-!" He jumped to realize America was already with England.

With the words "England, I'm hungry!" echoing in the background, Mathieu could feel that his 'brother' wouldn't care and neither would his new 'dad,' he thought bitterly to himself.

Mathieu sighed, another life for another me, without Papa France this time. That was when a light bulb lit off in his head. "Papa France… always said… that…"

A small grin grew bigger and wider on his face as more thoughts came in, 'Birthdays are for receiving love, and having people who love you close to you because it was the day you were born. It was the day that you arrived in to this world. Thus, it would have to be special.'

The little mind within the British province's worked in to the world of common sense. The people who love you… he was in North America right now so his papa wouldn't do. However, he was in the northern-most of thethirteen states… and therefore, the closest would be…

His own province… that was where he would have his little escapade to; that was where England would find him. Definitely. Besides, England (and America) wouldn't mind; after all he wouldn't even notice him… so then, he made up his mind.

He ran faster than his little legs were supposed to be; but as a partial-nation, he smirked. Now back in his homeland, Mathieu knew it was the right choice.

Despite this day being not his national birthday (yet), the province was still a buzzing place, people winding everywhere with carts and horse carriages. The British Province of Quebec couldn't feel more at home than this.

With a delightful glee surrounding him, Mathieu skipped along the roads. British swarmed the roads, as well, as native Quebecois. He trotted down some steps and glanced at some poor men down the road. With a shiver along his back, he knew they were British and then another smirk came across his face.

"Food?" he offered as he held up the scones England gave him in the morning. Mathieu was sure British people wouldn't get food poisoning… right? Uncertainly, he clutched the scones, not wanting to give these people food poisoning.

A crude sneer sounded from the receiver and before Matthew knew anything, he was running away for his life, away from that drunken beggar.

After a few minutes, he seemed to have lost the man, and skidded in to a narrow alleyway and out to a warm sunny park filled with maple trees. A warm feeling rushed through his heart; this was near home. This was near where he had first woken up. In the icy winter snow, he had first woken up and met Kuma. A rush of memories greeted him and he smiled in happiness. This was his home, and it will always be. This was where he was loved, and this was… well, this was definitely home sweet home.

Mathieu ran over to one of the maple trees glancing at the sap dripping out. An elderly lady's voice drifted to him from behind.

"Is that you, Mathieu?"

It was one of the native people that Mathieu grew up with until France found him. A kind lady who knew his secret. The secret of being a province, and maybe later, a nation.

Mathieu shouted a greeting in his native language. This further induced a conversation in the native language, however it soon ended; as Mathieu had to go back to America anyhow… as it seems that England didn't come to get him.

The elder set down a newly-filled jug of maple syrup in front of the blond-haired boy. "This is for you, my boy. Happy birthday. You're always welcome here!"

"Thank you." Mathieu responded politely before rushing away with a jug of maple syrup in his hands.

Yes, this was definitely home sweet home; and he knew this was where he wanted to be… with his people, with his nation.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATHIEW/MATTHEW!

Explanation for the name Mathieu Bonnefoy: :D NEXT CHAPTER, YOU'LL FIND OUT!

PLEASE REVIEW AND HAPPY CANADA DAY! (A few more minutes until fireworks~~!) AND BOOM THERE THEY GO... *gasp* they're beautiful... *manly tears in eyes*