ahlafkjlksjflkaj I was inspired by the song, "World's end dance" But the story is supremely based on that song. Okay I lied. It's nothing like the song at all, but bear with me. What a prologue. Potential UsUK PrusCan in the future. maybe. maybe not. human names and country names used. If the countries are close with each other, they use human names.

STORY BEGIN.

Violet eyes look forlornly over the figure that lay before him. The blond was propped up against the wall, his head slightly lolling to the side. His glasses were askew, and the hair that was once short had now grown to the length of his shoulders. The figured murmured something about burgers, which made Matthew smile, just slightly. He then focused his attention to his brother's legs, which were riddled with bullets. Nations couldn't die, but it wasn't like they couldn't feel physical pain. Alfred's injuries would heal, but he needed Alfred to move now. Matthew began working on slowly removing Alfred's bomber jacket, careful not to agitate any of his wounds. Matthew accidently brushed his hand against Alfred's leg, which caused the nation to stir.

"Mmmphh..."

Blue groggy eyes slowly open and begin to scan the area. Matthew turns to look at the monitors and sees multiple soldiers heading down towards the control room.

Matthew turns his attention back towards his brother, and kneels down so that they're facing eye to eye. "Do you know who you are?" He asks, as he starts taking off his tan winter coat. Alfred shakes his head, but for some odd reason, this makes Matthew sadly smile. Alfred begins to ask Matthew who he was but Matthew thrusts his winter coat into Alfred's arms before the question could come out of his mouth. "Put it on quickly. We don't have much time". Alfred hastily puts on the coat and looks back to see Matthew cutting his hair short with a knife.

"What are you doing?" Alfred asks, his voice slightly slurred. Matthew had withdrawn the two pistols that were hanging from his holsters, and was loading both of them with ammo.

"I'm going to go out there and distract the soldiers coming this way."

Alfred tries to stand, but finds himself unable to hold himself up. Matthew quickly catches him before he falls, and gently rests him against the wall.
"Don't move." Matthew says.

"You've got a concusion and you were shot a few times in the leg. You won't be able to walk for a while."

"Carry me then."

"Are you stupid? There's a whole army of soldiers heading here and you want me to carry you out?"

"I'll shoot them while you carry me."

Matthew could hear the thundering sound of boots coming from the floor above, and began to frantically search the room for more guns, ignoring Alfred's ideas of how they could escape together, especially the ones involving Matthew cross dressing and flashing the passing by soldiers. Even though the nation was suffering from amnesia, Alfred still managed to retain his extremely idiotic ideas.

"Wait here until England comes."

"Who's England?"

Matthew had to be quick in explanations. It sounded as if the soldiers were right down the hall.

"Eyebrows." Is the only thing he seems to come up with.

"Who am I?" Alfred asks. Matthew kneels down, and smiles at the irony of the question. He places his hands upon Alfred's shoulders, and whispers into his ear.

Matthew then rapidly stands up, and briskly walks toward the door. In his mind, he counts to three, and wrenches the door open, dashes through, and slams it shut. He hears a high pitched whizzing sound, and feels a hot burning sensation on his left cheek.

"It's just one man!" He hears one soldier shout. He looks to his left to see four soldiers coming at him. Matthew smiles, and does the most unexpected thing. With a tremendous battle cry, he sprints straight towards the soldiers, guns ablazing. The soldiers are temporarily stunned, and Matthew doesn't give them the time to recover. He promptly shoots each of them in the chest. But he doesn't stop. Still continuing to scream and sprint, he ran down the hallway, trying to attract as much attention away from the room where Alfred was. He spotted a cluster of soldiers on the corridor to his right.

"He's too far! There's no way he can take us out! Fire!" A brash soldier cries. Matthew grins and fires. With each shot, someone's head blew off. They obviously have never heard of how Matthew never misses.

Matthew quickly slips away into the corridor and waits as a troop of soldiers run past him. He chuckles to himself. Sometimes the power of invisibilty was such a blessing. He turns and rams himself against a wall that he was sure wasn't there before. He temporarily lay on the ground in a daze, until rough hands drag him and push him against the wall. Matthew finds that his face is just centimetres away from a red eyed albino. He also finds that his guns are empty.

"Who are you?"

Prussia asks.

Matthew smiles mischieviously.

"I'm the hero"

Judging from the commotion and the shouting, Arthur figured that Alfred had already escaped, and didn't require his help, and had yet again called Arthur out on either a whim or a booty call. Just for safe measure, Arthur checked the designated area. When Arthur opened the door, to his surprise he found a very familiar blonde sitting against the wall. He then noticed all of his wounds and he immediately dropped to his knees, and pulled out his sewing kit.

"Alfred - bloody hell, what happened to you?"

"You're... England?"

Arthur paused to look at the other nation, trying to hide the shock on his face. Alfred surely would have been able to recognize him. He then noticed that this nation had the face of Alfred, but his hair was much longer than Alfred's. Alfred also always wore a bomber jacket. This blond had on some sort of parka. Arthur cupped the other nations chin, and examined his eyes. They were definitely Alfred's blue eyes, but there was no recognition in them.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked.

"I'm Canada"

A/N

If you don't get it, America thinks he's Canada and Canada is pretending to be America. I imagine Matthew to be a badass and similar to Alfred but only when no one is looking. I'm trying to fix this problem with all this bolding because it hurts my eyes and my eyes dont like being hurt.