Who?

Matthew Williams.

Who?

Canada.

Who?

Matthew Williams.

Who?

Canada.

It was an ongoing mantra in his head. Whenever asked the question, Matthew would respond without missing a beat. He didn't understand how he could get forgotten so easily; he was the second biggest country. Maybe it was his small stature? His quiet voice? Or maybe he wasn't a country at all. Maybe he was dead, or a ghost. Though that isn't a realistic concept. If he wasn't real, dead, or a ghost, then why would he have to meet up with Prime Minister Harper, and how would he be alive for over 146 years? Maybe it was some sick joke. A sick, twisted joke played on him by all the other countries.

The country idly twirled one of his rolling locks of blonde hair around his pencil. He had been late to this world meeting- though, of course, no one noticed him quietly slip in and take a seat next to the sleeping Greece. His favourite bear, Kumakiji, was seated obediently on his owner's lap. Even the ice bear forgot who is owner was, and they have been together for as long as Matthew could remember! He pushed his golden hair back and pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead. Thinking about his was making his head throb.

Matthew didn't notice when a break was called and the other countries stood. He only snapped back into reality when a rough hand patted his shoulder.

"Hey, Canada!" The loud voice of his brother spoke, sounding to be right next to his ear. Matthew glanced up, staring at Alfred past the frame of his glasses.

"Do you have to be so lou-" "Do you have to be so quiet?" Alfred laughed, not even letting the poor man finish his sentence.

Matthew chewed on his lip and gradually stood from the plush chair.

"I was wondering if you want to come to lunch with me." Alfred grinned all too happily and followed his younger brother out of the conference room. Italy was complaining to Germany by the door on how his speech needed more 'pazazz' and 'pasta' and 'pretty ladies'.

"I don't know, Alfred. I'm not one for fast food." Matthew shrugged half-heartedly and fixed his grip on Kumakichi, locking his arms just under the bear's arms. Kimijoro was staring at Alfred like he was some beast. Which is half true.

Before Alfred could complain and beg further, someone whacked him upside the head. "Ow, what the Hell?" He snapped, turning his head to see a un-amused Arthur and a jolly looking Francis.

"You git, don't poison-" There was a small glance in his direction. "Matthew... with your greasy food!" For some reason, though this time wasn't that different from others, Matthew's chest hurt from the obvious forgetfulness of his former guardian. He didn't know why it mattered to him this time.

With that, an argument broke out between the two irritable countries, and somehow Francis got involved. Matthew took this as his sign to book it. He wandered down the halls of the building, unsure of where he was going. Every step further from the other countries he took, the worse the pain in his chest grew. There was a arrogant pressure behind his eyes and a building lump in his throat, both threatening to bring Matthew to tears. Like a bat out of Hell, Matthew ran down the hallways of the conference building until he knew it was safe to slide down the wall and break into a fit of unwanted tears.

Kumakiki stared up at his owner, beady eyes wide with worry. He nudged his head into Matthew's lap and nuzzled against him in a comforting matter.

"Please." He mumbled. Matthew knew how limited his bears vocabulary was, though he was able to understand what he meant.

Rubbing his eyes, Matthew uncurled from his position and took a few solid breaths. "I'm sorry, Kuma..." He whispered and calmly stroked his companion. "I'm getting sick of it. The other countries ignoring me, I mean... I'm the second biggest country! I have a stable economy, right? My population might be small, but we do lots... r-right?" His voice wavered at the end and he pressed his hands to his eyes, trying to calm down. "I just want to be involved- I want to be noticed."

Matthew felt a pressure on his lap as Kumajirou- that's it, that's his name- climbed onto his lap. Canada smoothed his fingers through Kumajirou's soft fur. All he needed was an idea. Anything to make the countries notice him.

So there he sat, for at most two hours, thinking up a plan.

And a plan he came up with. It wasn't a good plan- it was downright terrible. He would have never brought himself that low.

Time's have changed, though, and Matthew's crave for attention and affection has grown, and will keep growing if things continued going as they were. With a shaky sigh, he stood up. Francis would be the first he would approach, and the easiest. The world meeting would last for at least another week and a half, and even after that he could hopefully contact other countries.

Matthew, without checking back at the conference room, left the building with Kumajiko in his hands, called a cab, and left to his hotel room in the midst of New York city. The meeting might not be over (knowing the other countries, it probably was), but Matthew missed enough to not care.

Back in the safe confinement of his room, Matthew plopped Kumari on a small chair and fell back onto the bed, not bothering with removing his clothes or performing any other before bed essentials. His thoughts began racing as he stared intently up at the textured ceiling.

Should he call Francis now?

What would he do?

What if it didn't work?

He pushed all anxieties out and focused on preparing a proper, formal plan.

First, call up Francis.

Matthew leaned onto his side and grabbed his cell phone that was hardly ever touched. He never found a need to use it for anything other than business matters. He searched through his list of numbers until he found the one filed 'Filthy pervert'. A small grin crossed his features. Oh, he would take that back after his plan was in formation. He pressed the number and put the phone to his ear, waiting for his Papa to pick up.

A few beeps later and the line on the other end picked up.

"Oui? Matthieu?"

Oh. He remembered. "Hello, Francis?" Matthew nearly purred into his phone. "I was wondering, if, um, you would like to come to my room, for a drink or something...?" He worried down on his bottom lip as he waited for a response.

There was slight ruffling on the other side before Francis, sounding a bit more excited, answered, "Oui, oui, that would be wonderful, mon chérie. I'll be over in a moment."

"Alright." Matthew said, his lips twitching upwards. They both bid each other farewell and hung up. Matthew rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. He would need to make himself look half-decent for this. Francis would be here any moment, so he would have to hurry. All the countries had the privilege of having rooms in the same hotel booked for all of them. It was a surprise Alfred remembered to get Matthew a room.

Matthew fixed himself up in the mirror, though he mostly only just combed his hair. He was tempted to try some cover up, his eyes had slight bruises under them from having to wake up 'early' for the world meetings, but a knock at the door stopped him. He hesitantly walked to the door, and, taking a few deep breaths to pump himself up for this, he pried open the door and stared up at his previous guardian.

The sudden realization of how stupid his plan was hit him like a wave, and his face turned bright red. Francis cocked a brow at him but didn't say anything.

"B-Bonjour, Francis." Matthew stuttered nervously and held the door open for the other to enter. Francis returned the greeting and walking inside, sitting down on the bed across from where Kumakino still sat. Matthew pushed Kumaji off the chair and took his place.

Francis smirked at him and leaned forward. "I know you're not a drinker, Matthieu. What is the real reason you asked me to come here?"

Matthew's face turned an impressive shade of red and he lowered his head, silky hair covering his face. He should just be honest. He didn't know if he could, but he somehow managed squeaked out, "I want to have sex with you!"

There was a heavy silence in the room. Matthew knew his plan would fail, and now the embarrassment was bearing down on him. This was the worst thing he could've done. He was about to apologize when a gentle touch forced his head up.

"Have you ever had sex before?" Francis murmured, staring into Matthew's widening violet eyes. He stared at Matthew with a serious expression, their faces breaking into each others personal bubble.

"Yes." Matthew gave the honest reply, his blush deepening. Of course he had had sex before. Countries are still relatively human, they have urges. That was Matthew's explanation for this. An urge.

"I'll have sex with you, mon petit ours."

Francis gave one of his infamous smiles, and Matthew couldn't help but return it. He opened his mouth, set on putting his good Canadian manners to use, but Francis stopped him from saying anymore with his own lips.

The kiss surprised Matthew at first, but in all good time he returned it. When Francis felt his gesture being repeated he added passion to the kiss, his head tilting for better access to the younger blonde and his tongue darting out to wet Matthew's bottom lip. Everything his Papa did surprised Matthew, but nonetheless he opened his mouth to let Francis' tongue roam.

Coming from Francis it was neat and perfect, and Matthew was having a hard time keeping up with the perfection. He was so into the kiss he didn't notice when Francis let his hands slide down Matthew's body to rest on his hips. He was pulled out of the chair and led to the bed. Only when the back of his knees hit the bed did he pull back with a small squeak.

He fell back onto the bed and Francis climbed on top of him, pulling him into another kiss immediately. One hand was holding was beside Matthew's head and holding up Francis' body, while the other crept up Matthew's shirt. He shivered at the cold touch.

Slender fingers brushed against his nipples, already set to perk them up.

Matthew moaned to the touch.

Matthew didn't pay attention to what happened next.

Wow okay uh first chapter is short, forgive me for that.

When I was making this I just wanted a bunch of smut and whore Canada, but I couldn't do that to my poor baby! So I developed a 'plot' and this happened.

I'm so sorry.

This might be triggering to some people so if you don't like Canada having sex with lots of people then becoming depressed then please don't read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia