S: I don't own Justin Bieber (who would really want to? :P) or Hetalia (Okay...I do wanna own that. But I don't.), or even the water bottle incident (even though it happened to be a packet of sour patch kids wrapped up in a t-shirt, lol)

BWAHAHAHA! BIEBER-BASHING! Lol, it sounds like a sport. If it were, I'd play. ^^ I am not ashamed to say I have not been tainted by the Bieber-craze. (I would also say I haven't been tainted by Twilight, but I would probably get killed by the bieber-hating, twilight fans out there reading this fanfiction... *shifty-eyes*)

And his youtube account (kidrauhl if anybody wanted to know...really, did they? I don't think so.) has less subscriptions than Nigahiga (Wanna be Emo, I'm a Chingstah, Movies in Minutes, etc.). THANK YOU THERE ARE SANE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD.

Rant done. Fanfict starts now.

"MATTIE!" A shout came from behind the Canadian, and America came running down the hallway, just to grab the poor nation's wrist and keep running.

"H-Hey!" Matthew said quietly, for there was really no way for him to raise his voice, lest he wanted to rant. "Where are you taking me?"

"A Justin Bieber concert," Alfred replied, albeit a bit loudly, "I heard he's Canadian!" Still being dragged around, Canada contemplated his brother's offer...or not-so-offer, as he had no choice anyways. The last time Alfred had done something like this, his human name had been in the tabloids the next day, alond with some "Lady GaGa". But he really hadn't been to any concerts from any of his citizens since Celine Dion...and he had planned to go see the Nickelback tour, but there was the UN meeting...Matthew sighed and allowed himself to be dragged along.

"Wow." Nobody heard the Canadian amidst the screaming fangirls, who in his opinion were rather tonedeaf. He probably went through maybe two "baby, baby, baby oh"s before accepting an ipod plug from the also-dragged-along Japan. Even foreign music would be a lifesaver.

America was jumping and screaming, but both other nations knew it was because of his citizens. Currently, he was mouthing to Matthew and Kiku, "I think my ears are bleeding..."

Finally, it seemed that the prepubescent teen was done singing. Canada politely took the earplug from his ear, and waited for everybody to file out.

Then he was struck be an impulse. Not a very good one, one that only a fool like his twin would follow. But he followed it anyways. Shuffling through his backpack, he gave an innocently evil smile.

"-cause I love you guys, but-" An incoming projectile caused his hand to shield his face. It hit him, and fell to the ground. "Ow, that didn't feel good!" Everybody looked over to where the aforementioned projectile had come from, but nobody saw anything, but they would have if they were actually looking for a certain Canadian, who was glad for his invisibility for once. They would have seen a red-faced Matthew, feeling embarrassed and not very patriotic, but at the same time, very, very content.

The next day, Alfred came bursting into Matthew's room uninvited. "Hey, Mattie, have you seen the Sour Patch Kids and T-shirt I had stuffed in your backpack?"

"Er...no?"

S: Short and to the point. And I was feeling very, very proud of Canada when I wrote this.