A/N: Yes, I am starting a story that features Canada's terriotries and province's. If you don't like it, don't read it. I'm putting my own twist on this type of story though and it will not focus wholly on Mathew's children so you don't have to worry there. It's also a part of my self-imposed contest to pair Canada with, well, everyone. I'm a sucker for pairings that have him in it, no matter who they're with.

I hope everyone enjoys reading this!

"So, this meeting we're all going to...Where's it at again?" Alfred's voice flitted across the rows of seats to Yao, who was pointedly ignoring the conversations and instead going over trying to go over the stack of papers he would have to read from when his turn to talk came.

No one answered the loud American nation and, for a moment, it brought a small smile to Yao's face. At last, he would get a little bit of silence. Unlike most of the other nations on the plane, he had several announcements that he would have to make; especially since he would be speaking for both Kiku and Kaoru during the meeting. The Japanese nation was still suffering from ailments caused by the plants in his country exploding and the latter of the two had been left to watch him and make sure that he didn't over-exert himself.

So Yao, being the good older brother that he was, was taking both of their places at the meeting.

The meeting that they had been told about almost four months ago, yet it still took Ludwig calling everyone to make sure they all showed up. After which, even the stoic German had 'forgotten' where the flight that they were on was taking them.

Which was pathetic.

Yao understood just as well as everyone else that Mathew was rather forgettable but not even being able to remember that they were on the way to Canada...It was disgusting! Even Alfred, Mathew's near identical twin, had forgotten! Actually, now that Yao thought about it, Alfred had been the first to forget the younger nations existance.

"Well?" Alfred prompted. "Cause if no one knows, I say we all just head home!"

Several grunts of agreement came from the other nation passengers, Feliks and Romano both nodding and sending pointed glances towards Ludwig; who, like Yao was previously, was still ignoring all of them in favor of paperwork.

And it took a few moments for Yao to pull the name up of the country they were going to, because it had suddenly just vanished from his mind, but eventually he did. "We are going to Canada, Alfred. It would be best if you could remember that, aru."

His dark eyes narrowed slightly at the American, who looked confused before looking away, embarrassed. "That is what I thought, aru."

Airport, several hours later

"So, now what, Yao? We just supposed to stand around here for the whole trip?" Romano asked, nose scrunched up in irritation as he scowled at the Asian nation. "Because I sure as hell don't know how to get to...Wherever we're supposed to go. Do you even know where the big ol' government building is?"

"No, aru, I do not." Yao snapped. Why did they all think that he would know everything about the country they were in? Just because he happened to be able to remember the embodiment of Canada more often then the others, didn't mean that he would remember everything about him.

Besides, Yao told himself, forcing himself not to frown and instead to merely turn away from the muttering nations behind him, it had been centuries since he last visited the True North. "And I am sure that...Our guide...will be here soon."

Drats. What was his name again? He was sure that he'd just said it a few moments ago. Didn't it start with an 'M'? Yes. Yao was almost positive that it had.

"I am here, already." Mathew frowned slightly at the group of assembled nations before him. More than a few of them jumped at the 'sudden' voice, despite the fact that the Canadian hadn't spoken any louder than his normal soft tone.

For a moment, all of the nations just stared at Mathew, uncomprehending looks on their faces. Then Alfred was grinning and throwing his arms out, nearly whacking Yong Su in the head as he did so. "Mattie! Man, we've been waiting here for like ages! What took you so long?"

Yao was half-expecting some sort of mild mannered protest about 'having been there the whole time', because he thought that Mathew said that quite often, but instead the tawny haired man just shrugged.

"Sorry, Al. I got...Caught up...With things at home." Mathew gave a smile, fakefakefake, before motioning towards the part of the airport behind him. "But everything's settled now. I have cars waiting for all of you out in the parking lot."

"Sweet! What hotel'd ya book for us? A cool one right?" Alfred asked, swinging an arm around his Canadian brother. "One near a McDonald would be awesome!"

Carefully moving away from Alfred, Mathew shook his head. "Actually, that's one of the reasons that I'm here so late. There was a...problem...With the hotel."

"What sort of a problem?" Ludwig questioned. One thin eyebrow arched, a displeased look on his face.

Mathew just shrugged again. "A problem. I'm very sorry, everyone, but I have set rooms up for you at my home until I can get rooms for you all at the hotel." It would probably last the whole trip before someone believed Mathew and let him re-book all of the rooms. Until then, he would have a fuller house than normal; and such a joy it would be, to have everyone meet his children.

Great. Even his thoughts had gotten sarcastic sounding.

The Canadian gave another smile and tilted his head slightly. "But I'm sure that you're all tired right now. Why don't we get going and clear out of the airport, eh? I'm sure the staff are tired of trying to work around all of us."

Mathew made a waving motion with his hand as he turned away from the group, easily slipping through the crowd. A few of the nations, such as Alfred and Arthur, followed him, but most just sort of stood around and looked at each other.

Like it was such a hard decision to follow Mathew into the parking lot. Yao snorted and turned a rather dissaproving frown on Ludwig; it was mostly his fault, Yao figured, that no one was following Mathew. They all figured that Ludwig would still be in charge of the meeting no doubt, a ridiculous thought since they were in Mathew's home country. "Well, Ludwig? Are you coming, aru?"

He tilted his head to the side, dark brown bangs falling into his face, before turning and walking in the direction that their Canadian-host had dissapeared in.

Really, Yao, and subsequintly the others, never would have found the parking lot is it wasn't for the fact that Alfred's voice was loud enough to be coming from a megaphone. His shouting about 'Fords' gave way their position brilliantly.

It was hard not to blame the shouting, once he actually saw the beat-up red pick-up truck parked next to Mathew. The vehicle had obviously seen better days. Cleaner ones too, considering the dried clumps of dirt all over it and the spots where the paint had been scraped off. The front fender was bent inwards in the middle and both it and the rims, what could be seen of them through the mud, was rusted.

It seemed like it was the cause of the commotion, as Alfred was jabbing one finger angrily at the truck while he shouted. "Seriously? You're still driving that? I thought you were gonna get rid of it after it got crashed!"

"That is what you said, lad." Arthur agreed, casting the peeling paint an almost disgusted look.

Mathew snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, that's what Alfred said. I told you both that I could fix her up just fine."

Niether of the blonds in front of him so much as registered the fact that he had spoken. Both Alfred and Arthur were suddenly engaged in an arguement with each other over what the accident had entailed.

"I'm telling you, Iggy, he hit a tree!"

"Don't call me that, you git! And he didn't hit a tree! It was an accident last winter when his roads froze over!"

"How immature. Why did the two of you not claim cars yet? It would have been easier for us to figure out where we were sitting if you had already taken your seats." Yao raised an eyebrow at the two bickering nations. It would have made more sense if they did. That way, there would be less seats for every one else to argue over.

Alfred laughed. "I didn't have ta! I'm going to ride with Mattie!" The American patted the truck that he was standing next to, oblivous to the soft sigh that escaped his northern brother.

"Actually, Al..." Mathew started, voice almost apologetic. He didn't get much anything else out though, because Ludwig had joined them by then and was barking out seating arrangements for everyone.

Yao wouldn't have allowed it if they were in his country, nor would many of the other nations, so it was interesting when Mathew just stepped back towards his car and let the German take charge. Right up until Ludwig stated that Francis would be in the pick-up.

It took a few times of Mathew clearing his throat for Ludwig to stop talking and look at him. "Actually, Francis is riding in the car with Antonio and Gilbert. I was thinking, maybe, that you would ride with me so I could explain what would be happening when we got to my house?"

A clouded sort of look crossed Ludwig's face as he stared at Mathew, eyes glazing over slightly and words trailing off into nothing, before he gave a faint nod. "A-alright. Alright. That will work, uh..."

Mathew didn't miss a beat, soft smile that was so very fake kind still on his face. "Mathew. Canada."

The haze seemed to lift from Ludwig as he gave a sharper nod. "Ja, Canada. That sounds fine." And then he turned around and went right back to giving out orders.

Yao felt his brows furrow and tilted his head at Mathew, who was already sliding into the drivers seat of the rather beat up truck.

Later, inside of Mathew's house

The room that Yao and Yong su had been given to share was impeccable.

Two large beds, with plush quilts of red and white, were set up along the wall furthest from the door. There was just one dresser between the two but, as they were only there for the week, it didn't pose too much of a problem. A small tv had even been hung on the wall; which was good, because the older nation had no intention of entertaining Yong Su the entire time that they were there.

It had even come with a large desk, big enough for two people to work at with out rubbing elbows, which Yao was currently sitting at. Somehow, during the ride to Mathew's house, all of his papers had gotten mixed up. The report on how Kiku was doing was mixed in with the list of questions that Kaoru had for Arthur.

A good thing that the meeting didn't actually start until the next day.

Mathew, if Yao remembered correctly, had explained to them all down in the foyer that they would all just be resting today. The next day, he would drive them all to his Parliament and they would the World Meeting there. Then the blond had ushered everyone up to bedrooms, two to three per room, and stated that they could relax until dinner.

Not that paperwork was very relaxing. Yao sighed and placed the paper he'd just scanned into the pile dedicated to Japan's papers, picking up the next one and starting to look over it as well. At least Yong Su had left a few hours ago to bother Alfred, who had recently become his best friend and not so secret crush, and wasn't reading everything over his shoulder.

Yao detested it when people did that. If it was something they were supposed to read then, darn it, he would show it to them when he was finished with it!

A loud knock on his door pulled him away from his work and his thoughts. With a slightly irritated sigh, Yao put down the paper he'd been reading and swept over to the door. "I already told you, Felciano, I am not interested in joining whatever game that you and Francis have started up..."

Except it wasn't the bubbly Italian standing on the other side of the door, but a rather amused looking brown-haired boy.

The boy was almost as tall as Ivan was, with the same large build. The outfit he wore was almsot ridiculously cowboy-esque, with a rumpled blue plaid shirt and work-faded jeans. Large blue eyes stared out at Yao from beneath tousled bangs.

"Erm..." Yao blinked. Oh. It wasn't Feliciano. Well, wasn't that embarrasing?

The boy grinned at him, showing a mouth full of even teeth, and raised an eyebrow. "He's only been here for a coupl'a hours and he's already making a mess of things. I even want to know what he's doing?"

Yao just stared, not quite gaping but close to it. "Uhm."

"Oh, never mind." The boy, with what sounded distinctly like a southern twang to his voice, waved a hand at Yao. "I'll just tell Brother that he needs ta go break something up. I jus' came up to let ya know that dinner'll be ready in a coupl'a minutes."

"Oh. Well, thank you, aru." It was hard not to be impolite and just ask the boy who he was. Instead, Yao gave a slight head-nod and watched as the mystery boy loped down the hall; he stopped a few doors down, repeating the process and letting one of the other nations know as well.

That was rather...Odd. Yao wasn't quite sure who the boy was but he dissapeared back into his bedroom to get changed for dinner anyways; he could always aks his host about it later.