Someone needed to remember him! So here you go!
Happy birthday Matthew(:

July first. To most other people, it's nothing to celebrate. However, to me and my three best friends, it's one of the best days of the year. Why, you ask? Well, because it's the birthday of Matthew Williams, representative of Canada.

Most of the time, his own brother Alfred forgets him. Hell, half the world seems to forget that he exists! It's always 'Canada? What's Canada?' or 'what is a Canada?'. To be honest, it annoyed me!

"Siggy, stop glaring at the mop, and clean!" My best friend, June, yelled from in the kitchen, where she was cleaning up. "We have to have this place cleaned up for when Mattie gets here!"

I popped my head into the kitchen doorway, to see my blond friend scrubbing angrily at a dirty spot on the counter. I held a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Whenever Matthew tried to teach Gilbert, his boyfriend, how to make pancakes, they always got the batter everywhere. Last time we were cleaning up, we found some on the ceiling!

"Don't kill the counter." I snickered, causing her to whip around to glare at me with angry green eyes. "Hey. If looks could kill, you could murder the entire world's population. Get to work, soldier!"

"You sound like Ludwig." June muttered, turning back around to continue working.

I shrugged, and went back out into the living room to finish mopping the wooden floors. I closed my eyes as I danced around with the mop, imagining it to be a certain Greek, who was upstairs cleaning a bedroom.

"Okay, all the upstairs are done." Alfred came running downstairs, pulling an agitated Greek behind him. "Heracles was sleeping in the guest room when I found him." He shot Hera an accusatory glare. "So much for helping me!"

"Don't worry, we got it." I replied, waving my hand dismisivly. "Here, Alfred. Come finish mopping."

"But Siggy~" He whined, starting the puppy eyes. I simply glared.

"Work." I commanded, and walked into the kitchen with Hera. "Ju~"

June threw a wash cloth over her shoulder, and pegged me in the face, all without looking. Hera chuckled, and took it off my face, while I glared at June with angry blue-green eyes.

"Was that necessary?" I snapped, wiping water from my eyes. "Seriously, why-"

"I hate that nickname." She interjected. I was too caught up in our little glare-fight that I almost didn't notice that Heracles hand was running through my long dark brown hair.

"Guys!" Alfred came running in, slipped in water, and face-planted into the ground. We laughed for a moment, until we saw the look of horror in his eyes. "We have to hurry! Matthew's on his way here now! Gilbert can't keep him away!"

Everyone suddenly jumped up, and started hanging the banners and such. I took that chance to hide Kumajirou, because everyone knew that the stupid polar bear couldn't keep his mouth shut when strangers were present in the house.

Once Kumaji-what's-his-name was put away in one of the upstairs bedrooms, I saw that everything was as it should be, and Hera was asleep on the couch.

"Silly Greek." I muttered, before dragging him—still sleeping—behind the couch to await Matthew and Gilbert's arrival.

"Why are the lights still on?" June hissed from where she hid in the kitchen. Before anyone could do anything else, I ran around and shut off all the lights. Just as I dived behind the couch again, the front door opened.

"Gilbert, why are my eyes closed?" Matthew asked, as the pair walked into the room.

"U-uh…" Gilbert paused, as though trying to come up with a good excuse.

June and I decided it was a good time to jump out, and we did.

"Surprise!" Gilbert pulled his hands away as the Canadian all but jumped six feet in the air with a loud squeak.

"W-what are you doing here?" Matthew stuttered.

"Happy birthday, Mattie!" We yelled.

The rest of the day was spent dedicated to Matthew Williams, because someone needed to remember the representative of Canada!