Canada stood there in the corner of the room as the others fought over who's movies are better, of course America's voice carried over everyone. With a tired smile Canada went over to his spot and sat back in down in the middle of the chaos, no one asked his opinion on anything but really that will be okay because he did not want to be in the middle of their fighting. The reason why Canada was so invisible in the world meetings were because of one of two reasons: 1)He was never really a part of any major wars or butted into other countries businesses, unlike America, Canada would happily just keep to himself. 2)After the American Revolution Britain was too busy to pay attention to his colony, plus the other countries were trying to keep their places under control. Before the revolution it was not like Britain was paying much attention to the other colony, America was the centre of attention, even France ignored the Canadian more often now.

Sighing softly as his polar bear looked up at the Canadian and asked the same old question "Who are you?" to which the Canadian ignored, this little game was getting annoying but they always forgot each others name so nothing was new there.

Canada was not always this ignored, in his childhood he had a papa who adored him, which always made Canada very happy. France used to own the little one, or found and raised the little colony. Until Britain came along and fought France and beat the poor man to a bloody pulp, taking the child away as a reward. Unlike France who adored the child and raised him as a good parent/older brother should raise a child, Britain only took Canada for the sake of having more land. America was the apple of Britain's eye, nothing will change that, Canada seemed to just be a burden on the elder nation, of course America being the lovable idiot always dragged Canada around and blamed him for his misdeeds. Growing up was difficult under the British rule, the Canadian had to learn a new language, his people were forced to adopt a new system and well the British were horrible to the First Nations people and to the French. Canada did not like it but he was not able to do anything to stop the older nation, he was not allowed to fight against the others in this state.

Meeting Britain

Canada was sitting at the breakfast table as his papa laid out some delicious food for breakfast, the older man had a grim expression on his handsome face, the child peered at the man but said nothing. It was one of the rules at the house, not to talk during a the first parts of the meal until everyone has woken up and ready to talk. Eating in silence the French man sat there staring at the young boy as he ate the food, a glass of wine clutched in the older nations shaking hand. Canada looked worried and decided to just break the rule, just this once and ask what was wrong with his papa.

"Papa are you okay? You seem very upset about something." The boy asked, looking the adult in the eyes and started to fiddle around with the plastic fork clutched in his chubby hands. The adult in question looked the boy back in the eyes and smiled sadly, shaking his head a little before getting up and walking to the boys chair.

"Non, I have some bad news little one, I am no longer your papa. Britain has one the battle and he is going to be your big brother from now on." France picked the child up and held him close to his chest, the smell of blood was strong on the older mans clothes, the child sat there in silence as the words sunk in. It was not true, it could not be true, his papa was lying to him. It had to be a lie, his papa was strong, he could not have lost the war..

"I don't understand papa, why is Britain going to be my older brother?" Canada asked with tears in his eyes, his hands shaking more as he clung to the older one.

"I am so sorry Matthew, but I have to leave soon, Britain said he was going to be around in a couple hours.." France set the child back on the chair, with a final kiss to the forehead he left the room without a final glance back to the torn child.

Matthew sat in shock as his papa left the room without a backwards glance. The child couldn't move as his mind could not fully comprehend what was happening. Francis left the house, everything seemed bigger and emptier without the elder nation around. Words of comfort were not spoken as the child made himself smaller, every noise sent fear into the little one. Even the maids were not around, which was very confusing, did papa fire them? Slowly dropping his legs over the edge Matthew slid down onto the ground and walked to the hallway. Eyes scanning the area Matthew walked towards the stairs and climbed them slowly. His emotions seemed to hit him like a bag of bricks, tears welled up in his eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as sobs escaped his closed mouth.

This was it, he was no longer a French colony, he belonged to the English people. Matthew did not know a single English word, how will the other nation react to Matthew? From what his papa said the English man sounds like a real jerk. But papa seemed to love him none the less so maybe the other man can't be that bad. Right?

Sighing Matthew entered his papas room, one last goodbye before he was whisked away. Climbing onto the bed Matthew curled up under the blanket and breathed in the reassuring scent of his papa. Wishing he could be held again, hating being left alone in this scary mansion. Tears never ceasing Matthew fell asleep from pure exhaustion, clinging to the sheets below him. Dreaming a happy dream where his papa never left him alone, where he did not have to live with the scary English man.

Below in the main entrance Arthur walked in the mansion, annoyed and tired. Nose wrinkled in disgusted as he surveyed the French mans possessions, wondering where the frog is. Scoffing he just walked along looking in each room on the bottom floor for the frog or the colony. Finding nothing but empty rooms the older nation started walking up the stairs, anger rising with each step. Looking in each room Arthur started growing impatient, cuss words escaped his lips as he approached the final door. Walking in he was ready to give the frog a lecture on respect but he found nothing but a tiny lump on the mattress. This was the colony Francis was bragging about, why he wasn't awake and ready was curious. Arthur approached the sleeping child and cleared his throat loudly as his eyes narrowed.

"Wake up this instant!" Arthur spoke as he leaned forward, his mouth near the child's ear.

Matthew flinched and jumped up as someone yelled in a foreign language in his ear. More tears filled the child's eye as they met with a stern older nations eye.

"My name is Arthur and from now on you will be an English colony. Do you understand?" Arthur spoke in the same stern tone, standing up straighter and glaring at the child below.

Matthews eyes widened more as he tried to understand the words coming from the older nations mouth. But he could only focus on the bushy eyebrows the man has above the forest green eyes. Matthew slid back until it was only the pillow separating him and the stranger, fear coursed through his veins. Arthur sighed in annoyance and picked Matthew up, holding the child close. This time he repeated his introduction in broken French, which elicited a small smile from Matthew. Arthur sighed in relief and told the child to go pack his clothes, the words came out wrong. To Matthew it sounded like Arthur wanted him to go pick up his nose. Without needing to be told twice Matthew went to his room and started packing. Arthur went downstairs and admired the little trinkets Francis owned. Admiring a picture of Francis and Matthew, they both looked positively happy. Francis had the same proud look Arthur had whenever he was around Alfred, which made Arthur feel guilty. Almost guilty he should correct, but war is war and he won fair and square. Upstairs Matthew looked around at his toys, he couldn't take all of them, which made the child cry. This was really happening, he was really leaving papa behind to go live with Arthur and Alfred. Looking at his bed he went over to go pick up his polar bear cub, slinging his back pack over his shoulder Matthew took off. Walking down the stairs slowly he met up with Arthur who smiled softly and lead Matthew to a carriage.

Stealing a glance back at the mansion Matthew waved goodbye. Tears slid down his cheeks as the carriage pulled away from his home towards his doom.

"Goodbye mon petit Matthieu." Francis mumbled from behind a wine glass as he peered out the pub window. The carriage holding his former colony rode by lazily.

"Hope we can meet again some day, don't forget what I taught you."