(Flashback)

It was raining for the fourth time that week as he walked through town. Matthew hated the rain. It would fall and fall, not caring that it was soaking him to the bone through his blue hoodie because he forgot his umbrella. He took shelter under a maple tree nearby even though he heard somewhere that it would be hit by lightning during a storm and crush you or something. He didn't really care because it was there and he was cold.

Canada was a little kid lost in the world. He lived in a cabin some townspeople built for him because they were tired of looking at his depressed face all the time, probably. He was a country but he had no idea what that meant. What he needed was a teacher or a guardian, someone to look out for him or show him the ropes of governing. Sensing something above him, he looked up to see a wavy-haired blonde man smiling at him and holding an umbrella over his drenched head.

"What are you doing out here all alone, *enfant? Where is your caretaker?" the man asked.

"I-I don't have one. I'm a-all alone." The curly haired boy hesitantly replied.

"*Mon Dieu! We'll have to fix zhat right away now won't we, *ma chérie."

France took Canada in and raised him like a little brother, in a creepy perverted-way. Yes, France even tainted innocent little how you're thinking! He'd bring in a pretty girl and sit her down to have tea with they shy boy. France helped him overcome his shyness and, before long, Canada had grown into a fine young man (that spoke flawless french might I add). France gave him cooking lessons daily and he could make a five star meal with only a handful of ingredients, although he preferred pancakes. He wasn't exactly a mini, cuter, sweeter, less perverted version of France, but he was pretty darn close.

The boy attended Tuesday and Thursday kissing lessons with his big brother... well he didn't want him to kiss like a wimp!

And trust me, Canada knew what it meant when Francis had his 'bedroom friends' over. It meant to stay in your room, blast music to drown out the sound, and read a book to block everything out.

I know, I know how did 'Manada' turn into the invisible syrup-lover? It all started with Kumajoshi.

*enfant is french for little boy

*Mon Dieu is my goodness

*ma chérie is my darling

Please R&R! I need help! I don't know where I want to go with this!

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I don't know, I just lost my inspiration. I need IDEAS!