A/N: Chapter 2! :D Enjoy the awkward Matthew/Arthur interactions.

Disclaimer: Me no own. D:

"Well... How about I start at the beginning?" Matthew said, righting himself on Arthur's couch and looking directly into the island nation's eyes.

Arthur stared at Matthew, more than a little confused at his words and sudden change in behaviour. However, he told himself that he would listen to Matthew, despite the complicated things listening would get him into (not that Arthur actually knew that).

"Sure," Arthur said, "I mean, that's what you came here to do, isn't it?" he smirked a little, seeing a faint blush appear on Matthew's cheeks.

"Oh! Hahaha...Y-Yeah..." said Matt, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath.

"Well..." he began, silently composing himself.

"It all started last night."

February 25th, 1997. 9:34pm.

Sighing, Matthew opened the door to his perfect little house in the Canadian countryside. Another G8 meeting ending without a resolution for anything. Another day going unnoticed by any of them. Another day being out shined by his elder twin. Another day he'd go home and jump right into bed so he could fall asleep and forget.

He closed the door behind him and leaned up against it, rubbing the aching bridge of his nose under his glasses. He pushed himself off of the wood and removed his glasses completely, placing them in the breast pocket of his suit coat. He loosened his tie and trudged upstairs to his bedroom so he could finally get the sleep he yearned for, ever since that stupid meeting started. Nothing ever got done, anyways. Why hold them when all they did was make people angrier at each other and stressed out? Germany had seemed especially tense and angry today. Not that he wasn't always stressed, but his shoulders seemed more hunched and he yelled even more (not that anyone noticed) than Matthew normally saw out of the icy German.

If there was one plus side to being invisible, it was being more perceptive than anybody could have guessed. He knew everything about everyone, and since no one paid attention to him, he even had extra time to ponder his daily findings. That made meetings much, much more interesting. He had always thought he'd make an awesome spy.

Matthew walked into the bathroom attached to his master bedroom and removed his coat and tie, throwing them onto his bed from his place at the doorframe. He then turned around and stared into the bathroom mirror. Vibrant, violet eyes framed by wavy, light blond bangs and thick lashes stared back at him as he sighed. Nothing ever changed. He looked away to unbutton his dress shirt and throw it in the hamper next to the sink and take his belt off. He started the shower and then undid the clasp on his slacks so he could let them slide to the floor. He picked them up and folded them, and then willed himself another look into the mirror. What he saw staring back at him, was certainly not himself.

The first shock was the messy silver hair framing the face in the mirror. The second was how pale the skin of the figure was. It looked like one of those ghosts from Alfred's horror movies. And the third shock was what caught Matthew off-guard in the first place. The eyes staring at him were not violet at all, but a sorrowful red colour. The eyes staring at him were deep and murky, and held a sadness he didn't think belonged in those bloody pools. The figure in the mirror disappeared within a second, and Matthew was left to stare into his own confused, and very frightened eyes.

Matthew remembered he had a shower running, and hastily removed his boxers and socks before jumping into the warm water. He stood there for a few moments, absorbing the feeling of the water cascading down his sore muscles. The water relaxed his body, but couldn't relax his mind. All he could think about was the pale man with eyes of blood, and why Matthew felt like he had seen him before.

Matthew stopped talking to glance up at Arthur, who looked stunned.

"Arthur?" Matthew asked. "Are you alright? There's more, but you don't have to listen to it! I can just-"

"No." Arthur interrupted him. "No. Keep going." he pushed, looking Matthew straight in the eyes.

Matthew gulped down his sudden nervousness and continued.

"Okay."

February 25th, 1997. 10:11pm.

Matthew stepped out of his shower and grabbed the towel hanging next to the tub. He shook the water out of his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist. A shower ended up being just what he needed, as he was nice and relaxed and very, very sleepy when he got out. He waddled over to his dresser and pulled out his favourite pair of maple leaf boxers, a matching maple leaf hoodie, and a white undershirt. He donned the sleepwear and dragged himself towards his bed, rolling under his covers and closing his eyes. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep.

11: 37pm.

Matthew was deeply asleep by now. His face certainly showed it; smoothed out features, violet eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. To the eyes of any normal person, he was peacefully dreaming, or maybe not even dreaming at all.

In reality, his world was about to be thoroughly turned upside-down, and through some hairpin turns after that.

A/N: Short chapter is short. D: Don't forget a review/fav/follow if you like it!