As the Last Tear Falls
He had been forgotten again but this time by his own brother Alfred F. Jones, or America. This fact almost ripped his heart in two. Matthew Williams, or Canada, could tolerate being forgotten by others but not by his own family. It always hurt more to be neglected by someone close to you. He was currently crying outside the building where the World Meeting was being held. What had happened was he had been knocked over by a ticked off England, or Arthur Kirkland, and helped back up by Alfred. After this, America asked Matthew who he was with a suddenly confused expression on his face. And when the Canadian said "...I'm your brother, Canada", America replied "I don't have a brother" and walked away. Then when Canada ran outside in tears, Cuba saw him, thought that he was America, and beat him up...again. This was why he was crying, and why he looked so bruised and battered. As he was crying his soul out, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Then, a Russian accented voice spoke to him. "Comrade Matvey...are you okay?" "What do you care...All you ever do is sit on me or something similar!" "I do care." Canada gave a sarcastic glare. "Of course you do, just as much as Greece hates cats." Russia, or Ivan Braginski, sighed. "Obviously you don't understand." Matthew looked confused. "Eh?" "Have you not noticed how some of the nations look at you?" Now the Canadian was utterly confused. "Wh-what do you mean?" Russia smiled in a way Matthew had never seen. "What I mean is that they want you. You are to beautiful to resist." Canada turned bright red and speachless. "Even I have fallen under your spell. Your eyes sparkle like amethysts in the sun, да. Your hair; the colour of hay but so soft. The way you pout when you've been fogotten." By this time, Matthew was crying rivers. No one had ever said anything so nice to him before. "The way your face flushes in anger if you are mistaken for your idiotic brother. How you always put others before yourself. How you diligently try to help others. The way your eyebrows furrow when your suggestions aren't heard. The way..." Ivan puts his forehead against the blond Canadian's own. "...you've captured my heart. I love you. You love me, да?" Canada smiled through his tears and nodded. "Je t'aime, Ivan. Je t'aime." Russia kissed the Canadian and was kissed back. When they broke for air, the Russian swooped Matthew up into his arms, causing him to squeak, and carried him back to the meeting room. Matthew didn't care if anyone else saw him. As long as the one he loves loves him back, he'll be pefectly fine.
Omake
America stormed after two figures in the distance. His brother and 'The Commie', or Russia, were walking hand in hand and the latter was about to kiss the Canadian. "MATTIE! NOOOOOOO!" As Alfred reached them, he pulled Matthew away from Ivan. Russia frowned while Matthew glared at his brother. "Stop trying to make a move on my li'l bro, ya damn commie!" Alfred yelled. The poor interupted Canadian felt something snap. Matthew, having finally escaped his brothers grip, punched him in the jaw. "LITTLE BROTHER!? I'M THE SECOND LARGEST COUNTRY IN THE FUCKING WORLD! I WAS A COUNTRY SIX FUCKING DAYS BEFORE YOU!" The shocked American and Russian both backed up slightly as the poor snapped passive aggressive northern country struggled to gain composure. "Now if you'll excuse me," he grabbed Ivan's hand, "I'd like to get back to my date." With that, Matthew started walking away, a very smug Russia in tow. Alfred just looked stunned. "...My brother...is dating...R-Russia..."
A/N Hi. It's me again. Insomnia sucks, eh? But it lets me publish more stories, yay. This fic was based on an rp that me and my friend did. *yawns* Hope you liked it. I own nothing except the story line. Maple out.