Author's note: Holy crap I'm actually writing a multi chapter fic! This will get M rated for smut eventually I promise. I always write smut. XD If you like it I'll continue, if not *shrugs* who knows.

Thanks- Shinonomisensei

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or the characters, or the countries, and bad things happen in this fic...so yup not for kids.

A soft sigh was heard through the still room. A long pale arm stretched skyward as the bed's occupant grumbled gently. It was time to get up, but Matthew Williams had absolutely no desire to do so.

Long naked legs slid from beneath warm plush covers and toes gingerly met the chilly floor. A wince was visible on his face. No one really liked to leave the warmth and comfort of their bed in the morning and he was no exception.

Toes eventually met slippers and jammed in, searching for warmth. Matthew reluctantly stood stretching again. Blinking slowly and stifling a yawn the Canadian began to revisit conscious thought. It was at this moment that he discovered….he had absolutely no clue where he was.

Obnoxious laughter could be heard down the hall. Great, Matthew thought, my brother's already here. I love him, but man is he annoying. Chuckling lightly to himself about the idea of his brother being unable to make a sound for a day, the young blond made his way down the hall and into the room where several nations were already convened for the start of this meeting. The strangest part was that it had absolutely nothing to do with national affairs. That should have been a tip off to Matthew, but he went out of a sense of duty anyway.

Upon entering the room he noted the typical surroundings. Alfred was loudly chattering away at anyone and everyone, but he was perched on Ivan's lap much to the pleasure of the Russian. It was rare to see a REAL smile on his face, but boy was he sporting one right now. It looked as though it was taking all of the Russian's efforts not to throw the American down and…..Ugh…no! I don't want to think about my brother's sex life….again.

Arthur was sitting primly in a chair by the window reading something that Matthew couldn't see from his position by the door. Francis was trying his best to get the Englishman's attention. If you looked carefully you could see the slight twitch of Arthur's eye.

Lovino was being hugged to Antonio's chest, much to the dismay of the violent Italian. Feliciano was snuggling up to Ludwig who, for once, was sitting comfortably with his arm around him and acting as though it didn't bother him.

Roderich was sitting next to Vash. Both wore a pale blush on their faces as they spoke quiet words of what Matthew could only assume was love.

Yao and Kiku were sitting in a corner of the room chatting about something that Matthew couldn't understand. He was never talented with Asian languages. He only knew enough to get by.

As Matthew scanned the room's occupants, he began to notice a huge trend; All those present were in a relationship, excluding himself of course, and all of them were male.

Before he had any more time to ponder this, Ludwig stood up.

"Now, I'm sorry that I had to call you all here today for something that was not related to work." The German began. "It seems that we have a problem on our hands."

Matthew looked around the room at the other nations, but returned his gaze as the German continued.

"Recently our 'bosses' have decided to interfere with our personal business. They are concerned about the well being of our countries, but they are now trying to ban us from being in a relationship with another one of….'us'."

Matthew blinked a bit. This really didn't concern him, did it? He wasn't involved with anyone despite a crush or two through the years. All of which proved unfruitful. The worst was Ivan. The Canadian boy had fallen hard for the tall pale Russian. It made things so much worse when his idiot brother started dating him. It did absolutely nothing for his self esteem, but Matthew still hoped that there would be someone for him too.

"This is why we have joined here today to discuss something very important: marriage."

Matthew's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Marriage? What the hell? No everyone would be bound together even more and he would still be left out of the majority.

There was some murmuring at the comment and several nations seemed to be quite pleased by this idea. Some even asked, poorly and not romantically in the least, if their partners would do them the honor of joining in marriage. The worst was when Ivan stood up sliding Alfred off his lap and into his seat. Ivan bent down on one knee as the others looked on and pulled a small box out of his pocket.

Matthew was ready to hyperventilate. The man that he was madly in love with for a horrible amount of time was proposing to his brother. Tears began to cloud his eyes as he watched the exchange between the two.

"Alfred. I know we have had our differences and we will likely continue to, but I know that I can not live without you. I need you in my life. I love you. Will you do me the honor of being my husband."

Alfred looked at Ivan with huge eyes as he nodded his head without words.

That was it. Matthew jumped from his seat and took off down the hallway without a backward glance. Manners be damned, he was dying a little inside from that loving exchange. It could have been him. His heart ached as he ran entirely unable to see where he was headed. Now what he needed was to forget.

Although it seems a bit out of character, Matthew was known to attend a rave or two from time to time. This was one of those times. Being a nation, he knew just who to get in touch with so that he could at least drown his sorrows for a little while.

A short few hours later the Canadian was twirling around under glow stick lighting. It was great to move and dance, but it just wasn't quite doing the trick. He made a point to go off in search of "the doc." He always knew what would fix him up. A little "medicine" to ease the pain and relax the mind was what he needed, and it was working well. He even found himself dancing with new people…although they were human and had no idea what he really was. A few of them even bought him a drink. Things were going well until a rather tipsy Russian man entered the fray and began hitting on him. He was certainly no Ivan. Tall and broad yes, but he lacked that something that was purely Braginsky. The Canadian's mind rewound to the afternoon and tears began streaming down his face. Damn. I thought a little pot and some alcohol would help kill the edge. He thought angrily. Well…if I'm going to drown my sorrows, then I'm going to really drown them.

It was soon after that Matthew decided to leave the rave. A large bottle of alcohol sounded really appealing. His recent beverage of choice had become vodka. He began wondering if that's what Ivan's kisses tasted like, so it became a comfort to him.

Some time later, Matthew was wandering around entirely drunk still toting the empty vodka bottle in his arms lovingly. His only thoughts revolved around his aching heart and his lucky brother. He sat down on a bench near the point of passing out. He only just heard a voice ask the question: "Mattie, is that you?"

The man looked at the inebriated blond on the park bench in surprise. What the hell happened? He had gotten a call to go look for Matthew if he was able to, but by the looks of it things were much worse than they had let on. Scooping the Canadian up gently he began to trudge home.