The day was relaxing and warm. Autumn was a beautiful season. Tokyo and Canada were taking an afternoon walk. On their walk they chatted little things, but Canada was actually happy about that. Canada really liked the small nation, how her beautiful amber-brown eyes looked like the color of a maple leaf. How kind she was to him and how she would listen to him no matter what. How she would smile and giggle, he was head over heels for her. He thought of asking her out, only to be too shy to ask. "Canada-kun?" He had finally got back to reality looking at the troubled asian.

"I-I'm sorry. I was lost in thought." He scratched the back of his head from the embarrasment, she giggled. Her giggle made him smile.

"Thats okay. U-um..." Her stuttering caught his attention, but she then smiled at him. "Would you like to go back and make hot chocolate?" He gave a nod and they turned heading back to the house. The wind blew softly, but the wind started to pick up a little, making the breeze colder. He looked back at Tokyo, she was shivering. He then noticed she didn't have gloves.

"T-tokyo? Are your hands cold?" She looked back at the canadian with a guilty look. She nodded her head with her face blushing a soft red. He smiled and decided to take a drastic move. He held her hand and they started to walk again. She didn't pull away though, she held his hand back. She fastened her pace a little bit and gave him a small smile.

"Arigato, Canada-kun." He smiled back with a nod. Sadly their walked had ended. Going inside the house and taking off their scarves, hats, and sweaters, they met France in the kitchen. France was cooking something and saw the two coming inside the kitchen.

"Ah~now what do my two lovely ange's want?" Canada chuckled along with Tokyo.

"France-san, can we please make hot chocolate? It was really cold outside today, but the walk was fun." Canada had thought about France and Tokyo's relationship. France was almost like a father to Tokyo, and they both get along pretty well. Despite him sexual harrassing her at times they intend to get along very well. Canada smiled at this thought.

"Matthew~?" Canada got hit back into reality again, only to hear France say his name all musical-like.

"I-I'm sorry. I was lost in thought again." He gave out a small nervous laugh.

"Its okay, now-" A door slammed open, America was here. His loud, obnoxious voice filled the room with remarks that annoyed others pretty well, but for some reason not Tokyo.

"Hey guys!" Americe fled into the kitchen and hugged the small asian from behind. She let out a squeaky yelp and blushed a bright red. "Hey Tokyo, hey Mattie!" He smiled big, spreading from ear to ear.

"A-america-san! P-please, get out of my personal space!" She pushed America away and turned not facing him, blushing a brighter red. "P-please take responsibility for your actions." She didn't yell it out though, it sounded more like a normal talking voice.

"Sorry, hey can I talk to ya real quick Tokyo?" Tokyo turned, confused of why the american wanted with her. Canada started to get jealous. His brother America was always seen no matter what. Canada was curious of why did America wanted to talk to Tokyo. She nodded her head and followed America into the living room. Canada felt something snapped in him. He blinked several times to understand the feeling. He started to feel a pain in his chest. Did his heart break? The canadian clunched his shirt where his heart was at. What was this? He felt little tears coming up his eyes.

"Matthieu?" Canada turned and faced the worried french man. "Are you feeling okay?" The tears somehow went away, and so did the pain.

"Y-yes. Je suis désolé." France raised an eyebrow but pulled off a smile. A fake smile, Canada had suddenly thought. He stopped to think, what was that?

"Matthieu, do you mind helping me make dinner?" Canada agreed and France handed him a knife with a few ingredients. Carrots, potatoes, and lettuce. "Can you please cut these up? I'm making a type of stew. It should warm you up from that cold walk, no?" Canada chuckled and decided to cut the potatoes first. While cutting the potatoes he started to think about why America was here. Why was he here? His day was going so perfectly until he came in and ruin it. America is always in the way of things. He was always dragging me down. I want to be seen too! Why does he take it all?! Why can't he let me be happy for once? Everytime he gets half of the world angry, why do I have to take the hits and bruises? The broken bones and pain? Why can't I- "Matthieu!" Canada was back to reality once more. Finding that his finger was bleeding from a cut. The pain hit him and he little tears started to come. France had got a band-aid from the cabinet, placing it on his cut finger. "Matthieu, are you sure there's nothing wrong?" He shook his head.

"O-Oui, je pense que je suis juste fatigué." Canada gave a half smile.

"S'il vous plaît faire attention à ce que vous faites." He obeyed. Canada put down the knife and started to head for the living room. Only to stop, seeing something that did break his heart. America was down on one knee, holding a small box with a ring. He couldn't see Tokyo's expression, but couldn't bare to even wanting to see. Is he proposing? Is he...going to marry Tokyo? Canada walked quickly to his room. He closed the door and slid down, crying to his knees. He couldn't bare the pain in his chest anymore, it was his heart breaking. The one he loved the most was taken away from him. His world was falling once more, now he doesn't know if he wanted to bring it back up again. His head started to hurt. Heavy tears were falling from his red and tired eyes. He hugged his knees tight, coming into a ball. Why America! You knew I liked her didn't you! Your just like everybody else, you either ignore me, hurt me, or forget me!

"But I won't." Canada froze and slowly picked up his head. He saw a clone version of him. He gasped as himself went down on one knee. "I will never forget you." He caressed Canada's cheek making him flinch. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"Wh-who are you?" Canada was terrified, he was real. But how is he here?

"I'm Manada, or Nathan Williams if you prefer." Manada?

"Wh-where did you come from?" Have I gone insane? What is this? What the heck is going on!

"I was created by you." Manada hugged Canada by suprise, and held him tight. Canada hesitated to hug him back. "I'll help you get revenge on America, even everyone else. I'm strong and powerful. Say those pretty little words and I'll make it happen." Canada's eyes went wide. Inside his head he was at war with himself. He didn't know what to say. The heavy tears came back. Manada held him in his arms. Stroking his hair, comforting him. "So what will it be, Canada?" His voice was soothing, somehow comforting.

"H-help me..."

"Hm? What was that Canada?" Manada teased the canadian a little bit. Wanting to hear him plead more. Wanting to hear that sweet innocent voice. Manada was the insane part of him, to make sure he would break the canadian's sweet innocence for good.

"Help me! Please!" Canada buried his face in Manada's chest.

"Just let me handle everything, Canada. I will make you very happy, I promise."

I hope you liked it. Should I make more chapters for this? And thank you MeiMeiaru! Thank you for your advice, it really helped. Also I kind of feel like this sounds cheesy...Oh well, I'm still learning. I hope to recieve more reviews, until next time :)