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A/N - This is my first Hetalia fic. I hope you all enjoy it. If not then I'll take it down because it'll be a waste of space. If you guys do like it, then I'll try to make the chapters longer. This hasn't been beta'd so please forgive any mistakes you see. If you would like to beta for me, then please send me a PM.
Chapter 1 – Death sentence
"Aw, man! Dude, bro'! You have got to have the worst luck in, like, the entire universe!"
Matthew could only listen as his brother, Alfred, went on and on about how the whole world was against his little brother and that he was going to be the hero and rescue...that person that was somehow related to him. It seemed Alfred couldn't even remember his brother's name long enough to say that he was going to save him from what was sure to be a horrible death.
"It's really not that bad, is it?" Matthew asked. But of course, Alfred didn't even hear him. No one ever did.
Looking around the room, he noticed that the other nations were talking to one another trying to make plans for the next meeting. Which was really just Germany going around the room telling people what time they had to be at the next meeting and what he expected from them. Of course, this was made more difficult for Germany as Northern Italy was hugging him around the waist, making it difficult for the strict man to walk.
Looking back at the small paper in his hands, Matthew noticed his small furry friend staring at him from underneath the conference table. "Mr. Kunijiro? What do you think?" he asked his small polar bear friend.
"Who are you?" the small bear asked.
"Ca-na-da. I'm your owner."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! You live with me in my home. I give you food."
"Oh, that's right. Can I have breakfast?"
"But, it's way past breakfast time."
"Who are you?"
With a small sigh, he picked up the small bear and left the conference room. Another meeting had passed and no one had listened to a single word he had said. Not even his Papa had paid attention to him when he asked him to pass the agenda for the meeting after Germany had accidentally walked right by him when the meeting had started. Not being noticed by anyone was starting to get depressing.
And now, the worst thing that could have happened, had. It was a month before Christmas and the G8 had decided on having a Secret Santa party. Somehow, with his amazing luck, he had drawn out Russia's name. He was so going to die.
"What exactly am I suppose to get him?" he said to himself. He didn't know much about the violet-eye nation. Well, except that he liked Vodka and for some reason was always sitting on him. Maybe he could get Russia a chair that had the Russian flag on it? Naw, he doubted it would work.
Walking through the halls, Matthew couldn't help but wonder who had gotten his name. He knew his name had been put in because all eight of the nations had gotten a piece of paper with the name of their "victim", as Alfred has so eloquently put it. Though, he wouldn't put it past his Papa to have sneak his name in twice just to get some "extra love" as he would say. He just hoped that whoever had gotten his name, wouldn't forget about him. Sometimes he would get presents from Alfred, but those had been few as the years passed by. His Papa and Dad hadn't given him anything in years, either. But they always remembered to give something to his brother, be it a bottle of the best French wine or a new tea set for when there was company to entertain.
Stopping outside the main doors of the Conference building, he leaned against the open door for a couple of minutes looking at the small clouds that were passing through the sky. There was so much work for him to do and he didn't know how he was going to get it all done, not to mention finding a present for Russia. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he walked out the doors letting Mr. Kumajiro run off ahead of him.
Oh, well, at least he had a month to figure out a present for Russia. Or at least a month to make sure a proper will is written.