Chapter numero uno il la storia di il nuovo... Ah, screw this :p Mrs. Lee would kill me if she saw this pitiful attempt to practice my Italian by sticking all these words together at random . Well anyways... Basically I'm saying chapter one, right here.

Oh, yes, and I;mgoing to warn you all now, so I don't get flames for it later! There WILL be Russia x Canada in teh later chaopters, so if you HATE it, and start reading anyways, I will enjoy laughing at you for failing to read properly.

I want to try and make this historically accurate, though it takes place in 2174, so I have to make a lot of stuff up.

He still wasn't sure why this was happening hours after the assault ion his home. For the better part of those hours, the Canadian representative sat shaking where he'd initially fell, shaking, behind the bathroom door.

After that, he slowly climbed to his feet, cringing. He could see his face in the mirror, and with every step he took, he feet tingled, threatening to bring him down, crashing hard into the ground. He eventually made it to the sink, clutching the sides to tightly his knuckles turned white.

He could feel... Each... Blow... Every time a life was shortened, his felt it, like a stab in his heart, His people... Were dieing. And he was here, unable to help. The pain... It was so great. Everywhere across his country, attacks were coming in. Bombs, gunfire... Each leaving a crater in his heart, and land.

His eyes were glued to the mirror during all this. The more he starred at his reflection, the weaker his legs felt. Eventually, a cruel realization set in. He'd been... Attacked. His land violated. He felt the pain, the betrayal, the sense of fear now spread through his country. There had been no warning. He hadn't sensed anything wrong until it was too late. And even now, it was hard to accept the fact. And what made it sting more was his attacker. The invader who dared attack the second largest nation over night. It brought tears to Matthews eyes, thinking of how... Naive he'd been!

As the first tear finally slid down his pale cheek, his legs gave way, sending him to the unforgiving cold of the blue-tiled bathroom floor. On impact, a steady stream of water flowed down his face.

"Why?" He asked no one. His voiced was but a dry whisper, voiced cracked and broken. "Why, why, WHY?" So many were dead...

He was vaguely aware of his bathroom door swinging open quietly. "Who," a soft voice called out, laced with worry. A stunningly white paw settled on his hand.

"C-Canada." Matthew replied in a choked whisper. "I'm Canada."

"What's wrong?" The owner of the voice and the white paw, Kumajirou, asked. Though they'd known each other for all their lives, they still had trouble remembering their names.

"K-Kumo..." Matthew sniffed. "I-I can't..." He pulled the white bear into a hug. He tried to to speak, but just attempting to say the name of his attacker forced more tears to leak from his eyes. "It's A-" He swallowed thickly, and sniffed again. "Alf-f-fred."

That did it. He'd been crying before, but now, he couldn't even think straight anymore, as sobs were wrenched from his body. Not even the comforting hug his dear friend gave him could help to calm him down. So, there they were, Matthew, curled up on the tile floor, sobbing, and shaking with each blow, and his companion, Kumajirou, hugging him in silence.

"S-so many p-peop-le, Kumo..." He managed to choke out. "A-all dead. It hurts so much..." He could feel each attack on his land as if someone were cutting him with a knife. His people were so unprepared for this... There had been no warning! Nothing! He could barely register in his mind when his armies finally were able to retaliate.

After nearly half an hour, the attacks finally stopped. He had a throbbing headache and his throat was dry, but he had to make as much use of his time as he copuld. The Canadian weekly grabbed hold of the sink and pulled himself to his feet. His legs shook unsteadily, threatening to give out again with each step he made towards the door. He managed to make it to the door, and down the soft carpeted hallway, to his bedroom. There, a simple cordless phone resided, the recharger blinking a calm blue light.

Oh, but how ignorant the Canadian phone was to the sudden attack on its home. It couldn't feel the terrible waves of pain each hit its land had taken. Being but a simple bit of wire and plastic, it couldn't feel the hurt and betrayal that traveled in waves through its owner's body. Nor could it hear the desperation in his voice when he dialed the first number that came to mind. His father... England.

The slightly smaller nation of the United Kingdom listened to Matthew in an almost shocked silence. He gasped as the name of his former colony, his son was behind such a brutal attack.

"So many people are dead Arthur..." Matthew said, his voice a quieted whisper.

"Worry not, my lad! I'll talk to him immediately." Arthur promised. "In the meantime, meet with your boss and inform him on the situation as best as you can."

"T-thank you Arthur." Matthew winced, a sharp pain stabbed of pain in his chest nearly caused him to drop the phone as they exchanged farewells. No sooner than had he hung the phone up, another call came through. Assuming it was his boss, he didn't wait to check the caller ID first. The voice on the other end of the phone startled him.

"Hello, Canada." Alfred's voice whispered through the receiver. There was a laugh, sounding oddly close.

"A-Alfred," Matthew squeaked in surprise. "What the heck do you think you're doing? I-invading my lands like this!"

"Oh Matt... You should know by now..." He replied. Matthew's eyes widened. He heard footsteps behind him. The next sentence came from directly behind him. "That all I want... Is to combine our lands..." A hand clamped down heavily on his shoulder. This time, Matthew dropped the phone. Shaking, he slowly turned his head. "And finally... I'll be the largest... Strongest nation in existence." His brother, his dear, dear brother Alfred had the grin of a madman plastered on his face. "I'll be greater than even Rome himself!" A high pitched laugh flew past his lips.

"Alfred." Matthew gulped. "What is the meaning of this?" His voice grew stronger. He pushed his brother away from him. Alfred stumbled back a step or two before tripping over something and falling heavily. "If you think you can come to MY country, in the dead of night, and attack... You're wrong." He took a step towards his brother. There was a flicker of emotion in Alfred's eyes. He blinked, confusion and alarm slowly crawling over his face.

"W-what?"

"You heard me iAmerica./i I won't let you attack my country and get away with it!" Matthew shook from anger now, pushing all other feelings away. His raised his hand and pointed accusingly at his older brother. He couldn't do much other than that, however. He wasn't known to be the bravest nation in the world, after all.

"M-matt!" Alfred hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm s-sorry! Ca-n't help it..." he gasped, his hand rested on his forehead. "My boss... Is mak-ing meeeee..." His voiced trailed off, as if finding the world he wanted was challenging him.

"What do you mean?" Matthew's voice was laced with all forms of suspicion.

"N-new boss... H-he's... Making me... F-fight..." He clutched his head, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "War... Declaration..." he reached into a pocket on his jacket and pulled out a folded up envelope. Matthew reached out to take it. It was stamped with the presidential seal. "I'm sorry..." He muttered again.

Thoughts raced through his mind as he tore open the envelope and read it. "Your... Congress makes this sort of decision, doesn't it? What reason would they have to listen to him?" He shook his head, folding the letter back up. His own boss would want to see this.

"Congress was dissolved. Several are hiding, the rest were... Arrested a week ago." Alfred shook his head slowly, hands falling to the ground again as he leaned back. He closed his eyes. "You should go... To your boss... Now." His eyes opened again. They seemed different. A smile returned to his face. He straightened his glasses and regained his footing, saluting with a laugh before turning and disapearing down the hall with a childish spin

This being the product of a bored mind in a math class of death. Heheh.

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I need a Beta reader xD I find it ironic how I signed myself up for such a role, yet here I am, in such doubt of my own writeing that I decided to go search for one.

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Also, remember., If you FLAME me, I will come to you house in the midle of the night, dressed like Russia, and watch you till I have to go to sleep :3