Here's the second chapter everyone! I hope you like it. Please R&R

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Matthew walked back into the empty meeting room and over to where he had been sitting during the meeting. He looked down at the table and frowned. "Where'd it go?" He mumbled, confused. "Did Arthur pick it up and move it?" The Canadian paused for a moment then shook his head, shuddering slightly. "No . . . he wouldn't have time to since Alfred is here." He set down his polar bear and frowned, hands on his hips. "Where is it?"

"Looking for something Comrade Matvy?" A voice asked, speaking directly into his ear.

Matthew jumped and gave a shout of surprise as he spun around to find Ivan looking down at him. "O-oh, R-Russia, you surprised me." He stuttered, willing his frightened heart to slow down.

After a moment of silence, he turned back around and crouched down, looking under the table for his notebook. "Yes," He said after a while, finally answering the Russian's question. "I left my notebook here earlier by mistake and now I can't find it."

A childish smile played across Ivan's lips. "Ah~? You mean this?" He asked holding up the missing notebook.

Matthew looked up sharply and hit his head on the table. "Ow! Yes . . . that's it." He grumbled, rubbing his head as he stood up and took the notebook from the Russian.

Ivan bit back a giggle and smiled at the Canadian, amused. Matthew eyed him warily. "Hey . . . what were you doing with my notebook anyway?" He asked with a slight frown.

"Bringing it to Comrade Matvy." Ivan stated simply, like it should have been obvious. He looked at Matthew like a small child that expected to be praised for his attempt at a good deed.

Blinking in surprise, Matthew pocketed the notebook and picked his polar bear back up. "Oh. Well, um . . . thank you then, Russia."

Ivan had his childish smile in place as he replied. "You are welcome Comrade Matvy."

Somehow, it seemed like his smile was more sincere than it normally was.

Matthew looked at him oddly for a moment before shaking his head, dismissing the thought and turning to walk out the door. "Well, I'll see you at the next meeting I guess . . ." He said slowly. "Um, thanks again."

Ivan smiled. "Not a problem Comrade, I shall see you at the next meeting."

Nodding slowly, Matthew turned around and walked out the door, heading home.

The whole way home he puzzled over why Russia would have even remembered him, let alone thought to bring him his notebook. Although he was secretly pleased that he had been remembered by someone, he wasn't quite sure whether he felt safe or not knowing that Russia, of all people, could remember him.

Sighing, he squeezed Kumajirou tightly in worry as the car reached his home. "It was probably just a one time thing." He thought to himself as he walked inside. "He probably won't remember me at the next meeting. No one ever does . . ."

Sensing his master's growing depression at the thought, his polar bear looked up at him. "Pancakes?" It asked curiously.

Matthew looked down at his bear with a slight smile. "That sounds nice. Let's have some now!" He exclaimed cheerily, walking into the kitchen. He smiled as he made the pancakes, already in a considerably better mood. His polar bear companion watched him lazily from it's spot on the table, somewhat pleased that it's master was in a better mood.

When they were finished, Matthew sat down at the table and ate his pancakes with a considerable amount of maple syrup on the, and he smiled, all but forgetting the earlier encounter. None of it seemed like that big of a deal at the moment, but then again, the pancakes were really just way too good not to focus on fully.


AN: Well, there's the second chapter! The third one is already part way done so it'll be posted soon. R&R I love reading your reviews! ^_^

Au revoir!

JWR