Matthew's hand slid against the white wash door his hands shaking, covered in thick red blood that smeared freely across the stucco walls of the hallway.

Freedom, his brother had always told him, was Red, White, and Blue. The Blue was for the Justice that provided freedom for all. The White was of purity and innocence. And the Red for bloodshed, for valor.

He looked down at the blood smeared against the door. The blood looked like an outsider in the halls covered in thick white stucco, but it belonged more to this land than Matthew did. He flinched at the thought covering his eyes and ran blindly out of the building. The deed was done.

**

Long blonde hair hung like maple leaf's in Matthew's face. He was leaned back against a red upholstered chair with his bear, Kumajirou, who was sitting on his tan parka looking up at him with questioning eyes. He could almost guess the bears thoughts "Who are you?" was probably at the top of the list. Looking down he closed his eyes trying not to scream "I'm Canada!" although screaming for him was just a mere whisper.

"Hello Canada" A fairly average man said rather uncomfortably as he entered the room, briskly strolling over to the brown wooden desk that Matthew was seated in front of "I'm glad you decided to come."

Canada sat up a bit straighter and brushed his blonde locks out of his soft blue-purple eyes "I didn't have much of a choice, did I, Sir." Mathew said it seemed that the man didn't hear him until Mathew saw a troubled expression befall his fairly average face. The shy country smiled.

Served his boss right to feel a bit uncomfortable around his nation, ever since his new boss's inauguration several months previously they had been at ends, but the way Matthew saw it the tense mood wasn't his fault. After all it had been his boss that wanted him shot, calling him an "abomination" and "a defiance to god" just as he took office. Since then their relationship had been nothing close to pristine.

"Yes, I guess you are right Canada" His boss replied, adjusting the red and white neck tine around his neck. "Do you know why you're here?"

No, and I don't particularly care. "No sir, your message only said to meet in your office, something about dealing with trouble to the south." Matthew wished he could have been impulsive like his brother, Alfred, and tell his boss bluntly what he thought but his better judgment constantly took over, steering him down a calm and polite path.

His boss let out a concerned sigh placing one hand on his head; he didn't dare my eye contact with the young nation. The man closed his eyes as though he was in pain and shook his head; almost like he was disappointed that Matthew didn't know every detail and small issue about his country. "Matthew…."

Canada looked at his boss in shock. He couldn't remember the last time his boss had called him by his human name, if he ever had. "Yes sir?" His voice shook slightly as though the use of his real name caused him to realize the severity of the situation, almost to the level of it being life or death.

"I'm sure you are aware that many of our, no your, citizens living on the border are being employed in the Untied States" Matthew nodded his head. He had been aware of this for some time. Each day during rush hour thousands of Canadians crossed the border to go to work stimulating his brother's economy instead of his own. Nothing made his blood boil more than his brother besting him.

It seemed like every time Matthew attempted to excel at something his brother would step on him. Every time he would almost make a mark on society America would step in and replace that small scratch with the indent of a stupid idea. He strived to be known and for others to care about his country, not matter how shy its personality was. The fact that no one knew who he was made his temper no better. Constantly he was beaten in alley ways or even out in public with no intervention because "America could handle himself." His body ached for days each time Cuba beat him up or whenever Russia felt like having a dispute. Each memory made his hands clench the chair harder and harder. His knuckles growing whiter in tune to his boss's hidden smile filled with pleasure.

"Well in the current economy, this has caused our labor force to decrease. Even though America is weakened we fear that the neighboring nation may grow stronger." The boss slid his chair out from the desk, then which he got up and began to pace around the room, looking up at the picture of Canadian landscapes that bordered the wall with a concerned guise written on his face.

"Yes. I was aware of that." Matthew whispered just as Kumajirou asked in a sweet voice

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canada gosh dang'it!" Matthew yelled throwing the bear on the floor. It let out a desperate cry. Matthew got down on the ground, he raised his fist back to punch the bear, his hand shook. Teeth clenched to keep from screaming, his right hand with knuckles white, gripped the chair leg. He began to throw a left hand forward when it collided with his boss's. He looked up into the bosses face, blue-purple eyes brimming with desperate tears. "What...what just happened?" Canada's voice was barely audible still shook with his previous furry.

"What happened was precisely the reason I called you here. All though I can't believe that is has already started so quickly…" He let go of the young nations hand and turned his back to him facing the large windows that looked out on a once blooming garden, now dead because of an early frost. "Well I supposed I should explain myself…"

"Yes explain away." The young nation sneered What is wrong with me? He thought, more hot tears flow over his flushed cheeks.

"Matthew, your brother is trying to take us over."

"What?" Matthew asked, he pulled himself smoothly back onto the chair, Kumajirou carefully crawling back onto his owners lap. "I can't believe Alfred would attempt something so rash." Yes I can, he added to himself.

"The Nation's reasons are unknown, maybe to take back the jobs that he lost during the economic crisis. Either way I can find only one solution." Canada's boss turned around slowly and looked at the nation with somber eyes.

"I'm sorry to ask this of you Canada, but I need to you to kill America."