A.N.

I just came up with this and wrote it as quickly as I could so I wouldn't forget. Please, please, please tell me if there are any mistakes or something of the sort. This is the first fanfic I write by myself so I'm a bit nervous :S Tell me if I should continue this! I'm not too sure about it... I do have a few plans for it though.

Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia [I am planning to do something about it though... :) ]

Canadian Frustrations

Chapter 1

As Canada entered the building, he couldn't help but think about how he would honestly prefer heading back up in his great country to just relax and enjoy this beautiful spring day. How wonderful it would be to go visit one of the several lands he owned throughout the vast country.

Today, his mind was set on one particular cottage he had in the province of Québec, about an hour away from his home in Ottawa, where he would be surrounded by maple trees. He had bought this place in hopes of making his own maple syrup instead of buying it from the store. Being the personification of where this (oh so lovely) product came from, he thought it was about time he made his own maple syrup. Home made is always better than store bought, isn't it?

And of course, just when the middle of March came up, the only time throughout the entire year in which one could actually make maple syrup, he had to be sent to New York for a World Summit. How frustrating! Doesn't anyone know that Canadians only have about three to four weeks to produce the stuff before the tree sap can't be used anymore? You need cold nights and (relatively) warm days! It's precious time completely wasted! He would only be gone for one week, but still...

Of course, he was rather angry when he reached the room in which the meeting would be held. As usual, he could already hear some arguing before opening the doors. Why do I even come here? he thought bitterly as he took his seat next to his brother. No one listens to me anyway. Well...I guess it isn't really their fault if I'm pretty much invisible. Maybe if Alfred wasn't so obnoxious and loud they would-

"Hey, Mattie!"

Matthew barely had time to register what was going on before being lifted off his seat and crushed by a killer 'hero' hug. It took him a few moments to catch his breath after being released before answering his energetic brother. Well at least he remembered to say hi to me this time... Good job, bro.

"H-hey Alfred. So, how are..." he began, before realizing his brother was already off to go bother 'Iggy'.

"Oh, don't worry about me. Just crush my entire body and ignore me. That's cool," Matthew muttered as he returned to his seat. "Fucking hoser..."

He calmly watched as the other nations made their way to their seats. Most of them were actually on time for once. Even the Italies, who seemed to have been dragged by a rather angry looking German.

One of them looked like a child who just woke up to find a bunch of exciting people in his living room and kept chanting a steady pace of 'Ve, ve, ve~'s as he followed Germany to his seat. The other, his face already redder than Matthew's when he gets embarrassed (he is pretty much the only country who can manage that), made his way towards an oblivious Spain standing in a corner of the room talking to France. As he walked behind him, Matthew caught a few mumbles about "god damn potato bastards waking me up", "stupid fratellos", "french perverts", and "stupid tomato bastards".

As Matthew returned to his thoughts about his cottage, he vaguely heard a muffled "Ah Lovi~ ! You look just like a tomato! How cute!" and someone yelling "Can't you see that French pervert molesting you, bastard?".

Why do I have to be surrounded by such...such...Ugh. I'm too tired for this, Matthew thought as he slowly took out his notes for the upcoming meeting. Germany stood as the remaining nations took their seats and began reviewing the topics for today before starting with the actual meeting.

Matthew had already started zoning out. He always read the memos (unlike most people) so he knew what the whole meeting would be about. On top of that, after years of attending those meetings and knowing the other nations, he can basically predict the outcome of the whole thing: absolutely no progress whatsoever.

But, of course, because the meetings are considered necessary and important (mostly by Germany), he still attended, and read the memos, and payed attention (most of the time) to the topics (yes, even when it was Alfred talking about global warming), and even tried to give his opinion. Tried...yes. Of course, no one actually paid attention to him. God damn hosers...

Like any other person would, Matthew was getting rather annoyed by all the others ignoring and forgetting him all the time. He would spend so much time just thinking about it and getting more and more frustrated. However, like the good little gentleman he was raised as, he never expressed those (perhaps a bit childish, he thought) frustrations and kept them all in.

It worked for centuries. Worked. It hasn't been going too well lately. He already exploded and went on a rant against America and made him cry. It felt sooooo good but right after he felt sooooo guilty. He knew he had to do something about it. He didn't want to have to spend hours in a McDonald and waste all his money to get the 'Hero' to man-up and stop crying.

He thought about it for a while and decided that the best thing to do was to write down all the things that frustrated him. That way, he could vent and express all his frustrations AND no one would know! No one. That was very important... It was perfect!

That's why, about four months ago, he purchased a simple red (duh) notebook in which he decided to write down everything that ticked him off. As he had predicted, most of it was about being invisible and ignored, about being mistaken for America, and about how he hated being so shy and socially awkward. There were a lot of things about his brother being a selfish and obnoxious ass and England only caring about America. He also wrote down things about how stupid it is that even his bear (Kumakuma? Kumakita? Kuma...Kumasomething. Whatever, who cares.) couldn't remember who he was.

In the last month, however, Matthew noticed that his 'frustrations' weren't only about his personal little problems. Actually, most of the things he wrote now were about other nations. It all started, obviously, with America. Then it went to England...France...Italy (he surprised himself with that one)...South Korea (who the fuck claims breasts?)...Russia...China...Germany...

He started writing down pretty much everything they did that was rather...unpleasant. Or just a bit frustrating. Like how Italy always says "ve~", and how America thinks he's a hero, and how Russia acts all scary and goes "kolkolkol", and how Germany yells for no god damn reason, and how Spain thinks that fucked up and vulgar Italian guy is cute and looks like a tomato and why the fuck does the Spaniard feel the need to end every sentence with "~"? What the hell!

Okay...so maybe it started with "a bit frustrating" but it developed into something that would be better described as "holy fuck they are so fucking annoying. Fuck". Basically, by writing everything down, Canada realized how he pretty much hated every god damn nation that exists.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up... he repeated in his head as Germany was edging towards the end of his little speech. Fuckiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg...

"America," continued Germany, "you may now begin with today's first topic."

A few groans were heard throughout the room, as they all knew what was coming up. Canada just sighed and took out his precious notebook (which he always sneaks into meetings...he writes most of his rants during those times. Being surrounded by the nations provided better writing and ranting material). Time to get this shit started.

America beamed and walked to the front. He took a dramatic pause and scanned the room before starting.

"Being the hero, it's my job to find the solutions to all the world's problems," he stated, still smiling obnoxiously.

Matthew rolled his eyes as England said something about a git, and proceeded to turn the pages of his notebook until he found the section dedicated to America. Out of all the nations, he had the largest number of pages dedicated solely to him. That's right. Every nation had a specific section. Matthew can be pretty organized when he feels like it. Thank god he bought a pretty big notebook.

"And so," continued America, "I will begin by explaining to you all my new, brilliant plan to solve the current issue."

Matthew raised his pencil and got ready to write down all the stupid things his brother would do and say...again. He didn't even bother to check if anyone was looking at him as he did so. He knew his invisibility had him covered. He thought about it for a moment and shot a quick glance around the room. He liked to look around sometimes and just laugh quietly at all the unsuspecting nations who had absolutely no idea that they were being so cruelly judged by a 'nice, shy, and really polite' Canadian.

Oh, right. Alfred is talking. I can't get distracted, Matthew remembered. He looked at Alfred, feeling the anticipation and rush he always felt when he was about to write in his notebook.

"Here is how I plan to stop Global Warming."

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