Okay idk but I'm on a roll so let's enjoy it while it lasts okay?

This is my 5th upload/ update in a row don't you just love caffeine? Cause i do!

Just another story!

Matt pulled at the sleeves of his red sweatshirt trying to hide the discoloured scars that lay under them. Was is weird that he usually wore the sweatshirt? I mean Alfred wore that bombers' jacket of his all the time right? So how would there be a difference? It's not as if anyone really saw him in the first place unless they needed his help.

Whether it be in war or other problems occurring with their country. And who better to help than Canada? He did have the best economy and economical system at the time. And he couldn't possibly tell you no. Especially not to nations bigger, stronger, and older than him like; Russia. Or anyone for that matter even younger nations.

And hell Mattie was just to sweet a person to tell a nation or person in 'trouble' no. And with that everyone took advantage of him. Whether they were doing it intentionally or not.

Matthew sat in his place at the conference table between Alfred and Francis. He doodled on the extra space on his notes;extremely bored with the meeting. He never got called on to talk about the issues so what did it matter? His brother was standing yelling about global warming and how he as the hero would fix it. And Arthur the green eyed Brit was yelling back at him telling him to give it a rest and how it would never work; calling him a git and a wanker among other things.

Matt's papa Francis was trying to molest the green eyed Brit murmuring french followed by ohohoho's. A certain Italian was crying about something probably having to do with pasta;his German friend trying to calm him down as the Italian's twin brother yelled at the German for corrupting his brother. The Hungarian woman was protecting her Austrian 'husband' from the crimson eyed Prussian who she threatened violently with a frying pan.

A certain Belarusian girl tried to molest and 'become one' with her older Russian brother who was scared out of his wits. The Greek man slept in his chair. And everyone seemed to be in conflict with each other. Funny how you noticed a lot more when you were ignored. You noticed how much people hated each other. How much they secretly wanted each other. And how beautiful some of the nations were.

Matt's was at his wits end, he was tired of the yelling and arguing between everyone.

"Will all of you shut up!" Matt yelled his voice strained. "Alfred will you get over yourself and stop calling yourself the hero! Arthur stop acting like you hate Alfred when you secretly have the hots for him! Hungary stop protecting your so called "Husband" when you know you want to see him and Prussia together! Romano stop yelling at Germany because your jealous of what Italy has! Belarus stop trying to become one with you brother! He doesn't nor has he ever wanted to be with you! And you two aren't getting married ever! And Papa stop molesting everyone!"

The whole conference room got silent. All eyes in his direction.

"Oh my god guys did you hear something! It's a ghost! Isn't it? And it knows our names!" Alfred freaked out; hiding behind Iggy.

Matt had the right mind to go over being that he was apparently "invisible" and choke out his moron of a brother. But he didn't. Of course not he was to nice for that. Matt held back a growl that was deep in his throat. He was going to just let it go being the sweet person he was but his brother kept going.

"Seriously Iggy! This place is haunted!" Alfred Yelled.

That was the last straw.

Matt leaped over the table at his brother. Tackling his big brother to the ground and choking him. This got him noticed.

"Frog get your son off of Alfred! Right now you bloody git!" Arthur yelled.

Francis was over there in a matter of seconds. And his eyes filled with shock. This could not be his darling boy who was to sweet to hurt a fly? Could it? When did he get here in the first place? Francis had to think for a moment. Oh yea he walked in around the same time as him. But he had completely forgotten about the boy. Francis watched for a few moments as his son attacked Alfred as if he was a wild animal.

"Matthieu.." Francis called his son not hearing a word. As he was completely disconnected to the world around him. "Matthieu!" He raised his voice; Matt's head turning towards him. Francis looked at him with soft eyes. Matt's hands slowly relaxed around Alfred's neck and he got up off the man beneath him.

"Désolé.." Matt apologized to his father. Not really caring if his brother was okay.

"Damn... Ghost..." Alfred sat up rubbing his neck.

Matt growled as if about to attack Alfred again. Within the second The Netherlands was at Matt's side.

"I got him.." He grabbed Matt by the arm as he basically dragged him out of the conference room. French curses spewing out of Matthew's mouth the entire time.

"Are you done?" He asked.

"No I'm not done! I'm going to kill that stupid Yankee!" Matt yelled.

With that Lars pinned Matt against the wall trying to calm him down. It didn't take long till he cooled off. "Are you done now?" Lars asked once more.

Matt nodded.

"Good," He released Matt. "I've never seen ya blow up like that."

"I'm sorry.." Matt's eyes went towards the ground.

"Don't be it was kind of hot." Lars admitted.

Matt eyes quickly looked up at Lars his cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"Your kind of cute ya know.."

Matt raised an eyebrow at the statement.

"Don't look at me like that you heard what i said..." A smile played on Matt's lips.

"Oh shut up," He pushed Matt's shoulder playfully. "Come on let's go back to the conference." Lars turned his back as he started to walk away.

"I think your kind of hot."

"What?" The Netherlands turned around.

'Oh Lord,' Matt thought. 'What have i just gotten myself into?'

"What did you just say?" Lars turned towards Matt.

"Nothing!" Matt said quickly.

"No i think i heard something." He approached the smaller nation.

"P-probably just the wind.." Matt said meekly.

"Uh-huh the wind.. Yea the wind so thinks I'm hot." Lars scoffed.

"You don't know what the wind thinks.."

"Really so what does the wind think?" Lars asked cornering Matt against the wall again.

"Um.." He blushed, trying to form words.

"What Mattie.. speak i know you're able to.." He got close to Matt.

His face just inches away from his face. And his body against his body. Just fabric between them.

OOOOHHHH CLIFFHANGER! What's gonna happen next? You wanna find out? Well review and favorite if you want to find out.

I don't know how long this will be probably a 3-4 shot.