A/N: Hey all, so while I was doing some research for this story I ran across something that made me giggle(could've also been because I was writing at one in the morning, but that's beside the point.). Someone had written an article about how they were banned from Canada(which I didn't know could happen) and when they got back to New York they called Canada. Didn't use a name, or business. They called Canada. I instantly thought of Matthew being on the other end of the phone talking to this guy. (For anyone interested, the article can be found at trebuchet-magazine .com (add backslash got-banned-canada backslash to go directly to the article. And take away the space.). Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Arthur steps onto the porch of Matthew's house and rings the bell. After waiting a few moments, he rings again. With still no response, he begins to wonder if he'd had the date wrong. He needed to meet with the Canadian to discuss some business and he was also hoping that they'd maybe be able to just have a good chat too. Goodness knows it's been forever since he's seen the lad. Arthur huffs and is about to leave when he hears a noise from the other side of the house. Curiosity gets the better of the Brit and he maneuvers around the building. What he sees on the other side of the building is definitely not something that he'd expect.

In the back yard is a giant trebuchet. Unlike the ones he often saw during the middle ages, this one is completely metal. Arthur stands and stares at the giant machine with wide eyes, his mouth agape.

"Hey! Artie! You're gonna catch flies that way!"

Arthur scowls at the blond nation that spoke. "Stop calling me Artie, Alfred!"

Alfred just chuckles before looking toward the top of the machine. "Hey Mattie! Arthur's here!"

Arthur's eyes travel to the top of the trebuchet and feels himself wonder what Matthew's doing at the top of the thing. Still, the nation begins a quick descent, scaring Arthur into thinking that he was going to fall and break open his head. Once his feet touch the ground, Matthew runs over to the island nation.

"Arthur, sorry, I thought it was earlier than it is," Matthew says as he approaches. He slows and gives the Brit a small grin. "Would you like to go inside?"

"After you tell me why you have a trebuchet in your back yard," Arthur says. He wants to go and look closer at it, but waits. "I assume Alfred coerced you into this."

Matthew chuckles. "Other way around actually."

"Wait, what?" Arthur looks at the violet eyed man with surprise.

"Yeah, there's an event coming up and I wanted help building and testing it," Matthew says, he then motions for Arthur to follow him. "Actually, it's probably a good thing you've come. You can tell us what you think might be wrong with it, if anything."

Alfred apparently hears this and pouts. "You doubt my abilities at building a trebuchet? You wound me Mattie."

"Ha! As if that would hurt your ego at all when it comes to building things," Matthew says.

Alfred pauses before shrugging. "Good point. Alright Artie, what do you think?"

Arthur twitches at the name, but still looks over the machine. "It looks fine to me. Bit odd seeing it in all metal instead of wood like I'm used to. Wouldn't the forces of the trebuchet twist and bend the metal?"

"Nope. Or, at least it shouldn't," Alfred says. "We've reinforced any weak points. Plus we're using high grade steel. And we've used cylindrical parts instead of square."

"Wouldn't that weaken it?" Arthur asks.

Alfred shakes his head. "Cylinders are the most structurally sound shape." He pauses. "Actually, a sphere would probably be more structurally sound, but given that there's very few practical ways of being able to make a perfect sphere out of anything for building then the cylinder takes that spot. Although I'm sure that if given enough time, there would be a way to create spherical building materials that can be mass produced."

Matthew grins. "And that's why I brought him in on the project."

"I'm just surprised that you know more than where the nearest McDonald's is," Arthur says.

"Oddly enough, I know just a little more than that," Alfred says, voice dripping sarcasm.

"Alright you two," Matthew says, cutting off Arthur's retort. "I say we try this thing."

Arthur tilts his head. "What do you plan on firing?"

The twins look at each other.

"Do you have somethin' to fire?"

"Nope. You?"

"Not my house dude."

"So? You're here often enough."

"And that means I automatically have things to fire from a trebuchet?"

"Considering it's you, I wouldn't doubt it."

"...Good point, but I don't have anything."

Arthur watches as the twins go silent for a moment before their eyes light up.

"What if we—"

"It's possible—"

"Suits?"

"Upstairs."

"So, are we gonna do it?" Alfred asks, an excited grin on his face and his eyes twinkling.

"Definitely," Matthew replies, that same look on his face. "Hold on a moment Arthur, we'll be back in a few minutes."

Arthur watches as the two run into the house. He feels like he was listening in on only one half of a conversation. Rolling his eyes, the green eyed man sits in the grass and listens to the quiet of the woods. Within a couple of minutes, the back door opens again and Arthur turns his head. Matthew and Alfred are now wearing jumpsuits with excess fabric connecting the legs with each other and the arms with the torso. Matthew's is predominantly red with white connecting fabric. There's also a white maple leaf on the left side of his chest. Alfred's suit is mainly blue with red connecting fabric. He has a white star on the left side of his chest. Both are also holding matte black helmets.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asks as he stands, a bad feeling settling into his chest.

"Testing out the trebuchet," Matthew says. He then turns to Alfred. "Who goes first?"

Alfred pauses. "I really want to say me, because let's face it this is completely awesome, but it is your trebuchet. Plus, I can watch it the first time round and see if any adjustments need to be made."

Matthew nods. "Alright, sounds good to me."

Arthur notices a back pack on Matthew's back as the Canadian walks over to the sling of the trebuchet. When the younger nation climbs into the sling Arthur's eyes widen.

"What in bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Arthur snaps.

"We told you, we're testing it," Alfred says, checking to make sure that everything is set.

"We're both about the right weight for what's going to be fired at the event, so it works out perfectly," Matthew says, checking the straps of his back pack. Arthur realizes that it must be a parachute.

Arthur looks between the twins. "You're mad."

"Thank goodness. If I wasn't this'd probably never work," Matthew and Alfred say simultaneously. The twins grin at each other before Matthew puts on his helmet. Alfred checks over the trebuchet again before nodding to Matthew.

"Alright, it's all set. You ready?" Alfred asks, raising his voice a bit.

Matthew curls up a little tighter before giving a thumbs up.

Alfred grins and grabs the rope that will release the weight. Arthur stands there, wondering if he should stop this madness, knowing that he probably should, but finds himself both frozen and highly intrigued as to if this would actually work. After a moment, Alfred pulls the release. The giant metal arm swings, throwing Matthew up into the air before the sling releases him. The two grounded nations watch as he flies as a ball for a bit before flattening out. Just before he is out of sight, they see him extend his arms and legs, catching the wind in his wings and drifting off.

"How do you know that he has enough height so that he doesn't crash?" Arthur asks.

"One, there's a deep valley over there, so he should have plenty of room to deploy his parachute if he wishes. Plus, the nature of the suits allows for someone to make a...rough landing if they're close enough to the ground," Alfred says. He then begins setting up the arm again. "Hey Artie, will you launch me?"

Arthur blusters. "I am not going to partake in this insane plot."

Alfred laughs. "Alright, suit yourself."

Arthur watches as the only world's superpower settles himself in, putting on his helmet and gaining a firm grasp of the rip cord. Arthur begins to seriously debate his sanity for allowing Alfred to do this, especially after he was foolish enough to allow Matthew to do it, but before he can stop the blue eyed man, Alfred has already pulled the cord and is flying through the air. Arthur swears that he can hear a 'whoop!' of excitement during takeoff and shakes his head. The world can say what they want about the North American twins, but Arthur is well aware of the fact that their insanity knows no bounds.