A/N: This is my first actual submission, so don't kill me if it's bad. :c

I own neither Hetalia nor Vocaloid—just my own story.

Although, no need to state that, really, because it's called "fan fiction" for a reason…

Yes, I know this has been done before, but I wanted to put in my own version and choice of characters that I saw fit.


Matthew cried at Kumajiro's grave. He cried alone.

His only friend—his only way to stay sane—gone.

He spent that night alone, curled up in fetal position on his bed, crying until he fell asleep.

The next morning, there was a world conference.

Everyone was there for the important meeting.

Everyone except Canada, that is. He was too caught up in grief that he completely forgot one of the most important meetings of the decade; yet no one noticed he was gone. When he burst through the entrance and begged for forgiveness for his lateness, no one really knew who he was. The meeting was halfway done, so the Canadian couldn't do much. On the way out, five fellow nations confused him for his brother, Alfred—even those who knew him well.

Matthew's anger bubbled up to the point where he couldn't hold it in much longer.

Since there was no one to hold him back, he stomped over to his "dear brother" and tapped him on the shoulder. Alfred, being naïve as he was, couldn't tell his brother was angry at all when he turned around, so as he opened his mouth to say "hey", he was punched square in the face, and he fell to the floor.

"Wh-What the fuck was that for?" America shouted, holding his now-bleeding nose.

Everyone turned to see the scene, and many were very confused, since the Canadian was notoriously calm. Ivan, though, was furious that his American lover was just hit.

Before Matthew could even begin to yell, he was struck on the head by the Russian's metal pipe.

Although he just showed some strength, the Canadian was still quite weak, so he blacked out and fell to the floor.

Russia was about to strike again when his lover told him even though he was hit, Matthew was still his brother.

After a few failed attempts at waking up the poor Canadian, Alfred decided to bring his brother to a hospital, where a doctor declared Matthew was in a coma.

Ivan, who accompanied Alfred to the hospital, suggested the latter should call Francis so he knew what happened.

Not half an hour later, Francis showed up, along with the two Italian brothers, who claimed to know something that might have affected Canada's behavior.

Veneziano, the cheery one, said to America, "Ve~ We were-a snooping—" "Investigating," Romano interrupted, "we were-a investigating around Canada's house and saw a grave in his-a backyard." "Sì! And when we read it, it had-a the name 'Kumajiro' on it! Isn't that-a the name of his bear or something?" Veneziano asked.

Alfred's eyes widened. "Shit," was all he could say.

Ivan had a puzzled look and commented, "Moy zaznobushka, I don't know what it has to do with—"

"It has everything to do with him," America began, "when we were kids, he was always off in his own world, and was monster when people didn't remember him or confused him for me—until he had Kumajiro. It's hard to explain, but that bear was his way of being calm, peaceful, and down to Earth, but now—"

Alfred was cut off by a childish voice similar to Matthew's that ominously flowed through the room seemingly without a source. It said, "You guys never remember me. I'm always forgotten or mistaken for him. Maybe I can teach you a lesson to remember, eh?"

The other nations were quite confused, but before any of them could say a word, they all suddenly became tired and knocked out, all while the child's voice giggled.


A/N: That's right! Cracked Canada! I'll try to improve in the next few chapters, okay? ;w;

I really do like the characters I chose for this story. Not commonly used in others, y'know?