Canada woke up groggily mentally cursing the brightness of the sun that morning. It seemed like he was in slow motion as he slowly got out of bed. Putting on his glasses he looked around and saw his pet polar bear sleeping in a small dog like bed next to his bed. He smiled at the peaceful looking bear. He grabbed his usual clothes and headed to take a shower. After he got dried and got out he went and made pancakes and pretty much drowned the food in maple syrup. His eyes seemed to light up upon seeing the syrup. After eating he went over the sink to wash his dishes when he noticed something….

"I think… I should do the dishes…."

Before Matthew was a mountain of dishes, Matthew didn't clean very often seeing as visitors where rare in his house and all. With a sigh Matthew began doing the dishes. Suddenly halfway drying a dish the door bell rang making Matthew drop the glass plate onto the floor. Of course with his luck the glass shattered. The person who rang the doorbell must've gone into a panic when he heard the loud crash, because before Matthew could do anything his front door swung open as his vistor let himself in.

"Matvey you are okay?!" An oh so familiar voice asked, seemingly out of breath.

Matthew looked up in shock and grew in greater shock when he saw Ivan standing a few feet away from him. He had been reaching down to pick up a piece of glass from the floor when Ivan had let himself in. Matthew went to use his hand to lift himself off the floor, but not before it was to late in realizing there were pieces of broken glass right there. He let out a yelp of pain. Ivan was next to the hurt Matthew in a blink of an eye.

"Matthew are you alright?!" Ivan asked his voice filled with a surpisingly large amount of convern. Ivan grabbed the Canadian's injured hand that Matthew was holding with his other hand.

Being very careful Ivan used his teeth to take off the glove that was covering his hand not holding Matthew's hand. Examining the cuts closely. With slow and cautious fingers Ivan slowly pulled some of the pieces of glass from Matthew's fingers.

"Come on let's go clean your hand up more da?"

Matthew just nodded as Ivan helped him up. Matthew led Ivan to where the bathroom was and with his uninjured hand he grabbed the first aid kit and handed it to Ivan. In a few minutes Ivan had Matthew's hand cleaned and bandaged up.

"Thanks a lot…" Matthew said quietly putting away the first aid kit.

"No problem Matvey. Matvey is better now, da?" Ivan asked softly looking at Matthew.

"Yes, my hand doesn't hurt so badly anymore…"

"What were you doing?"

"Um… I was doing dishes…"

Matthew felt his face go hot. The answer he just gave sounded extremely stupid…. Ivan didn't say anything so Matthew decided a longer explanation was sort of necessary.

"Well I thought it would be good if I cleaned up before everyone came… So I was doing dishes… I was drying that plate. And the doorbell sort of startled me.. And well… here we are." Matthew was just making it worse for himself, the more he went on the redder his face became.

Ivan frowned. Matthew realized maybe it sounded like he was blaming him!

"I-it wasn't your fault though! It was my own fault for being such a chicken…" Nervous laugh. "I don't get a lot of guests so I was unprepared. Really though it's not your fault."

Ivan cupped Matthew's chin with his hand and made Matthew look up at him (Insert fan girlish screams here ). Matthew saw that Ivan was still blaming himself slightly.

"Жаль…. I didn't mean to cause Matvey alarm…" The Russian spoke softly.

"I-It's alright.. Really." If you didn't believe Matthew was bright red before, now is the time to realize; his face felt like it was on fire.

They stayed in that position for a few more moments, just staring at each other. Finally Ivan smiled and removed his hand.

"I should go pick up that glass so no one else can get hurt like I did."

"Might be a good idea."

Matthew led the way going back to the kitchen grabbing the broom and the dust pan on his way there. Matthew began sweeping everything up, after insisting to Ivan that he was the guest and Matthew had to clean his own messes up.

"Um so Ivan what did you come all the way here for…?"

"OH right…. I got so caught up helping Matvey I sort of forgot…"

A guilty feeling came over the Canadian, Russia is pretty far from here..

"I'm sorry…" All Matthew did was mess up… No wonder no one ever saw him…

Ivan laughed.

"It is fine. I also wanted to get to know Matvey and his country" This surprised Canada greatly.

"Really? There's not much to Canada I guess…." Matthew thought that was one reason he was ignored…

"I think your wrong, Canada is a wonderful place da?"

"Y-you mean it..?" Sure the Canadians loved Canada, but most people who didn't live in Canada cared nothing for the nation.

"Da. I wouldn't lie. Matvey has helped taken care of his nation so well." Ivan compliment others very little.

"T-thank you.. That means a great deal to me…"

After Matthew had cleaned the mess up Ivan and him continued talking about their home nations, enjoying each others company. Matthew especially finally some was taking in the fact that he existed! It just made him so happy…

"So you and Alfred get along with da?"

"Well… I guess… Sort of… I mean we live right next to each other, but sometimes I don't even think he knows I exist… Like everyone else…"

Ivan's expression grew solemn for the younger nation. He was always alone… He also was consistently mistaken for his brother, it must be such a heavy burden on Matthew.

"Oh jeez, I have no manners… I'm sorry Ivan are you hungry or thirsty at all?" Matthew quickly stood up from his spot at the dinning table.

"Ah no it's fine rea-"

Ivan stopped mid sentence wide eyed. Matthew had opened his top two cabinets in search in god only knows what… And inside… The cupboards where filled with pancake mix and… maple syrup.

"Uh….. Oh man…" Matthew was clearly embarrassed seeing as those tow objects seemed to be all he had…

"You wouldn't by any chance have any Pancakes da?" Ivan was smirking.

"Oh I don't know I think we're low." Matthew giggled going with what Ivan said his soft voice filled with matching sarcasm.

"Pity da?" Ivan chuckled as well. "Pancakes are fine though."

"Okay!"

Matthew began making the Pancakes for the second time that day. Grabbing two plates, two cups; pouring milk into them and some silver wear he set the table and then finished making the pancakes and served them up. Then he grabbed his favorite item: Maple Syrup, setting it on the table as he sat down.

"Enjoy!"

Both the nations began eating, Matthew once more drowning his food in syrup and adding a little extra to his milk. Ivan just did the normal amount. They both ate in peace, striking conversation once in a while.

Once they where done eating Matthew did the dishes once more, with some help from Ivan. After talking a little more Matthew looked at the clock.

"Ah Ivan its so late! You should return home…" Matthew didn't like what he was saying but he knew Ivan had to go home.

"Da your right. I shall see Matvey soon though da?" Ivan said collecting his stuff.

"Yeah alright… Thank you very much for helping me…" Matthew was now very sad his friend had to leave… Something else inside him didn't want want Ivan to leave… but he casted that aside as he opened the door for the Russian and waved goodbye and watched him leave.

Closing the door he looked back at his house, it was still a mess…. Cleaning would have to come tomorrow…