He sighed softly, staring up into the rain. Matthew felt lonely again, sitting there all alone under a single lonely maple tree in his yard. He clenched his fist, grabbing at the grass and fighting back tears. When his efforts ended in failure, he slammed the ground, but he wasn't even sure if it noticed, because, hey, who was he? Who was to know? He was never noticed by his father, forgotten by his brother, and just about everyone else didn't know who in the world he was. Even worse than that, he was mistaken for his annoying brother. It was always Alfred. Stupid, stupid Alfred. Why was he, Matthew Williams, the good child, mistaken for his rebellious idiot brother? It was a question he didn't commonly ask himself, but the thought always stuck with him, even in his dreams and nightmares. It was all his fault he never got to know Arthur, and even when he could talk to the Britt, Alfred always made sure he was ignored immediately.

Immediately.

Matthew decided to go for a long walk in the rain with only a sweater, because he was totally right in thinking it was impossible to get sick in below-freezing rain. Yes, he'd be fine, and if not, who'd notice? He had his polar bear, Kuma-something, but the little bear was used to the Canadian's angsting by now. Kuma sighed, wondering when owner would go back to the safety of their home. Matthew tilted his head back, noting the rain had turned to snow. Checking the time, he hit his head on his palm, wondering silently to himself where the time had gone. He fell down after running into something. He never looked where he was going, that was the problem. He'd run into trees, walls, his brother, Russians…

Wait…Russians?

"Privet Matvey! ~" He said with that usual sing-song, innocent voice. "You shouldn't be out in the snow with no coat, da?"

"Um…" Matthew looked around for signs of Lithuania or maybe Ukraine. Nope. He'd have to handle this on his own. "I-I don't know…I guess…" he looked away, staring at the frozen puddles surrounding the two northern nations. "I've never…I mean, I didn't realize th-that…um…" he looked back up, his face meeting directly with the other's. "EEP!" the Canadian flinched away. "MAPLE!" Ivan blinked at him blankly. "Wh-Why are you here a-anyway?"

"I was going to your brother's house, but I noticed Matvey walking in the cold." He answered. "Doesn't the cold bother you?" Ivan's smile faded, causing Matthew to scoot away a bit more. "Hm?" he neared Matthew again, this time standing and holding his hand out. "You shouldn't be sitting in the snow, da?" he could only take his hand, nodding. He fixed his blond, trying to keep a good distance between he and the northern invader. "I don't like the cold." Ivan stated matter-of-factly, and the innocent, playful shimmer in his eyes faded away. "It's sad. You can't do anything without your hands and ears going numb. Then they start burning…like blood dripping down…in the cold…" Matthew noticed his voice getting quieter with each pause, and now could hear Ivan murmuring something to 'General Winter'. He wasn't so sure even existed, or ever did. Taking in a shuddering breath, Matthew did something stupid for once.

"Um…I-Ivan? D-Do you want to come back to my house? I'm n-not so sure that m-my…brother…is even h-home…" He felt even colder now that the wind was blowing, but he wasn't sure why his heart warmed up when he saw Ivan smile in response to his question.

"Da!" he took the Canadian's hand, somehow knowing how to get to his house, which (to Matthew) was a little more than unsettling. "We make pancakes there, da?"

"O-Oui!" with the promise of pancakes, Matthew let his angst and suspicion loose, walking home with Kumajiro (he now remembered his name) and Ivan.

I don't need stupid Alfred, he thought, unknowing of the rebellion this one meeting would cause for him. Matthew Williams The Good Child, would slowly let that sweet, obedient characteristic float away, just like a balloon from the top of a radio tower. Oh yes, soon, they would all have to say good-bye to the good child.

Then they would notice him

Not yet though, something told the universe, just you wait though. Just keep watching for now. Just watch...

A/N

So...

Yeah. I was working on a different story, but this punk, raving, rebellious Canada came into my mind while listening to Basshunter. I'll try to keep this alive, so pleeeeeease review or whatever else you feel is necessary. Thanks and have a nice day/night/whatever time it is!~