A/N: Hey guys! I'm so happy you are reading this! It will hopefully be multi-chapter, and I'm sorry if the future chapters suck, because I'm really bad at writing emotion fics like this…I'll try my best! Also, I would really appreciate it if you reviewed because I am really insecure about my writing! Thank you for reading! Now onto the story!
Alfred was once again blabbering on. But this time, Alfred really wanted people to listen to him. The 5 allied-powers(6 including Mattie) sat at a long, extended, table infront of him. Al had once again taken the "leader" position of the gang just because no one else felt like it. America put everything into his speeches, only to have them written off with scorn at the allied meetings. This time he was going to make sure they heard him. He took a deep breath an looked out at his comrades, how would they react to this? Arthur had his head held up feebly with one hand, his eyes almost shut with tiredness and probably boredom, but Alfred was to proud to admit to that. Beside Iggy, Francis was sitting with a mirror, brushing his to-long hair. Alfred rolled his eyes at the French man and thought, "Why am I allied to that pervert, again?" Even if he had said that out loud, France was probably to absorbed in his own reflection to have even have noticed. Across the table China really was asleep, his head in his hands and a small bit of drool peeking out of his mouth. Ivan seemed to be enjoying himself though. The Russian had that same, "I'm going to kill you in your sleep." smile he always wore and he kept poking poor Yao, who would probably have a sore arm when he woke up. And finally at the end of the table, practically invisible to everyone but his twin brother, sat Matthew. He had his little polar bear cub wrapped up in his arms and with a jolt of pride, America realized that Mattie was actually listening to him intently. They made eye contact and Canada cocked his head to the side as if to ask, "Why did you stop talking?" Al gave his twin a small nod, and clapped his hands as loudly as he could, "HEY!" Nobody moved, although England did open one eye to give his little brother a glare. America sighed, he had prepared an oscar winning long speech to introduce this topic, but it obviously wouldn't be heard, he would just have to get straight to the point. "Guys," he said bluntly, "We need a spy."