Another month goes by.

He comes the next,

And the next,

And the next.

And the more he visits,

The more he takes my body

And treats it like

A small object that

He can be rough with,

The more I want to be with him...

Matthew sighed as he typed up the 'Canada' story. He found that the more he did typed these days, the more it sounded like it was his own personal experience. Even though it was and that's what the readers see, he couldn't let his coworkers nor his family know. Especially not Alfred. After coming dangerously close to being caught, whenever Alfred gets his 'Twinsense' he's on Matthew like a hawk. He knows Alfred just wants to protect him but he would rather be slammed down onto his desk after hours or during break. The red-eyed male would rip off his pants and just screw him in any position possible on the desk, floor, and window. The thrill of being caught sent a shiver running up and down Matthew's spine. He squeaked when he felt someone poke his shoulder.

"Matthew, are you alright? You seem to be pulling an Alfred." Antonio said.

"An Alfred?"

Yao poked his forehead. "You're not paying attention to anything, you're blushing madly, who is it that has your attention?" The asian man asked. Matthew blushed. "Nobody special. We're not even on a name-to-name basis." He admitted. "You're dating someone whose name you don't even know? Like that's fucking smart." Lovino said as he came over with the mail cart. "Lovi~!" Antonio cheered as he practically glided over to hug him only to be avoided. "Don't fucking touch me." The Italian growled. "You're so mean..." Yao waved. "Hello Lovino." Said male rolled his eyes. "Anyways, how can you date someone whose name you don't even know? How long have you two been dating?" Matthew bit his tongue and rolled it between his teeth, a habit he had picked up whenever he was annoyed. "A couple months." He lied. "Why do you care? I thought you can care less about other people's business?"

"You're the only person I don't hate as much as I hate everyone else. Plus my therapist brother said I should try to be nicer to people I only hate a little, now hurry the fuck up before I change my mind about caring."

"... We aren't officially dating so we haven't told each other our names in case we decide to stop seeing each other..." Matthew got depressed as he spoke. He wasn't telling the truth but he wasn't lying either. What would be the point in knowing each other's names if they might stop seeing each other? The thief could get caught and Matthew could be transferred up North to Hetalia's Canadian Branch. Then there would be no more monthly visits. "Look, please don't start the crying shit. Here's your damn mail, Antonio you better not fucking touch me, and I'll be back with some damn cookies to make you smile again. Goodbye." Lovino left the office. "That guy is so mean and rude. Does he really have to swear that much in one sentence?" Antonio squeezed his cheek. "Don't talk about my Lovi like that!" Matthew ignored his Co-Workers as they argued and fought, glad that the focus was no longer on him. He typed up his column then went to pour himself more maple tea. As he entered the break room, he began to hum the Hetalia theme song to himself. He approached the counter with his mug and began to pour water into it. He yelped when he felt a warm body press against him, causing him to drop the teapot onto himself. "Fucking..." He turned around to curse out the guy but ended up gasping and blushing instead. "You..."

"Hey babe, missed me?"

Matthew pouted and shook his head. "I almost burned myself you know." He growled softly as he wrapped his arms around the taller male's neck. "Sorry about that, don't want to mess up your pretty skin." They kissed deeply. Just as the blonde got ready to ask for his lover's name, Alfred appeared.

"Oh God bro are you alright?! I felt my hand go... Mister Beilschmidt?"

Alfred slowly got closer. He looked from the red spot on his brother's hand, to the taller male who currently still had his hands on Matthew's waist. "Whats going on here? What happened? ...Did you hurt my brother?!" He flew at the male with a punch. Matthew was flung out of the way to avoid getting hurt and watched as the two fought. "Alfred he didn't do anything!" He shouted but his twin didn't listen. "Alfred stop!" When the other male continued to ignore him, Matthew stepped in and punched Alfred so hard, he fell to the ground. "I said stop." He stated firmly, glaring down at his twin. "I was making tea and dropped the pot on my hand. I hadn't even noticed that I was burned until you said something. He didn't do anything to me. What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked. Alfred opened his mouth to retort only to be interrupted by fast approaching voices.

"I'm so sorry Mister Beilschmidt sir! I don't know why he insists that his brother is in danger and just bolts like that. I take full responsibility since I'm his boss, please put the blame on me-"

"Enough Arthur! It is obvious that you can't deal with Jones! If he does not have a valid excuse for leaving this time, I'm sending you both back to-... Gilbert?"

"Alfred? Matthew? What the bloody hell is going on here?!"

The trio looked away with a heavy sigh.

"Fighting? Oh mon Dieu you two, what were you thinking?"

Alfred and Matthew were sitting in the company owner's office refusing to look at each other while Francis lectured them and the Beilschmidt brothers waited patiently. "No matter where you two are, no matter where we go, I'm always called because the two of you were fighting! What was it this time?!"

"That albino freak hurt and inappropriately touched Matthew, he even kissed him! All I did was be the hero and try to help him but he hit me instead!" Alfred cried.

"What you DID was butt into my business like you always do because you act like I'm a little kid who can't take care of himself! And I told you he didn't do it!" Matthew shouted back.

"You can't take care of yourself at all! What about all the times where I beat up those bullies who thought you were a girl and tried to mess with you?!"

"You beat them up before I even figured out what was going on."

"Or that time you got stuck in the walls and I had to get you out?"

"Ok, for one it was your fault that that happened and two, Kularitsu was helping me out!"

"See?! You can't even remember your own cat's name!"

"Well its not like anyone ever remembers me!"

The two stopped arguing. Alfred didn't know how to respond and just sat in angry silence while Matthew sat with his arms crossed tightly, his leg bouncing in anger. "Uh... I understand that you have family issues but please don't bring it here. I will make sure I have a long talk with my brother about this issue. For now, please go home. You too Arthur." Ludwig said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Matthew stood up and stormed out of the office. Francis awkwardly thanked his boss then left also, followed by Alfred and Arthur.

"Come on Matthieu... Let's talk about this."

"Theres nothing to talk about Papa."

"What you said wasn't true, people do remember you, especially me."

"Oh like how you remembered Mom?" Matthew was glaring at the french male from the back seat.

"Now Matthieu-"

"No! You split me and Alfred up after you cheated on Mom with Arthur. Alfred wasn't Arthur's responsibility and we didn't have to be split up! Then you left me and Mom for some woman we don't even know and even had a daughter with her! Ten years you were gone then suddenly remember us when your new wife leaves you and mom is dying. We didn't need you to come back! We were doing just fine without you! I don't need Arthur, Alfred, and I certainly don't need you."

When the car stopped at a red light, Matthew got out and slammed the door shut. "Where are you going?!" Francis called. "Home! The place that Mom left for ME because she actually remembered me! Don't come over anymore!" The violet eyed male shouted as he ran. When he got home, he locked the doors and down-stairs windows then flopped down on his bed in a fit of tears. Kumajiro meowed and nuzzled him. "Not now Kumajiro... I need to be alone..." The cat continued to bother him until Matthew gave in and snuggled him. "At least you remember me Kuma..." He said softly as he fell asleep. Later on he awoke to a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. He slowly sat up and deepened the kiss. "Gilbert..." He smiled and looked deep into those bright red eyes. "Matthew... I like it... You look like an adorable Matthew." Gilbert whispered, kissing the blonde again. "Are you here to take something? You've taken everything but me." They both laughed and kissed again. "I'm sorry about my idiot brother." Matthew mumbled as he rubbed the bruise on Gilbert's cheek with his thumb. "My brother would say the same about me. It's alright though, he was just being protective over you." Gilbert replied. Matthew snorted. "He never used to be and when he was, it was for all the wrong reasons. He picks and chooses when he wants to be my brother. He would forget about me, be mean to me, not let me take care of myself... I hate it..." Gilbert hugged him tightly. "Gilbert? ... What are we? What kind of relationship do we have? What should we call it?" Matthew asked, resting his chin on the larger male's shoulder. "What do you want us to be?"

"I always thought... Even though we never said it, or act like it... I thought we were lovers... I just want to be more than that though... Gilbert... Can you maybe... Stay the night until morning? Maybe have breakfast?"

The platinum haired male smiled. "I would like that."

"R-really? You'll stay?"

"Of course."

Gilbert smiled at Matthew. The blonde kissed him deeply. "Nobody's here but me..." He whispered. Before they knew it, Matthew and Gilbert had taken off their clothes and were having sex anywhere possible. Matthew didn't know what to call the feeling that was welling up in his chest along with the pleasure, at least not now. Gilbert was really giving it his all. Matthew could barely think or speak coherent words. The idea of being unable to walk tomorrow turned him on more than it worried him. He could just call out and hopefully spend the day with Gilbert. As they done it on a dresser, they paid no mind to the picture frame that fell and shattered on the floor.

Later on, while they cleaned the house, Gilbert picked up the broken picture frame. "Hey Matt, is this your family? You were so cute and tiny." He called. The blonde slowly entered the room from the hallway and frowned at the picture. "I'm putting that in the burn pile. We were never really a happy family." He said as he threw the frame into a trashbag. Gilbert reached into the bag picked up the shattered frame. When he turned it over, he noticed a small white envelope that had Matthew's name on it in neat cursive handwriting. "I don't think you should throw it away... Every family is dysfunctional... Even mine..." Matthew wrapped his arms around Gilbert. "Let's just ignore that please. I'm trying to purify my house of bad memories and purify my anger with you..." He said, kissing him softly. "Everything must go... My dads stuff and Alfred's stuff." Gilbert gave him a long, sad look then shook his head. "Alright. Let's just put them in boxes. I don't think we should throw them away."

"Fine... How about another round?"

Matthew stirred his coffee while giving it a blank look. Another month went by. He hadn't seen Gilbert at all. Even his alias Canada was distraught. He had decided giving the male an alias also since they know each other's name now. He settled on calling him Prussia. It was no longer a country but once in a while it would pop up in history books, just like Gilbert. So far every day has been slow. He received the normal flow of letters but the every day rush was gone. He always made the deadlines, Yao and Antonio were ok but they were exactly friends. Matthew scoffed softly when he realized that he was still wearing Alfred's glasses.

"We finally got it! You and Alfred switched glasses! Its took us a month but we finally noticed!"

The blonde groaned, took off the glasses, then lay his head down on the desk. He was so bored and tired. Everything suddenly became silent. He slowly lifted his head to find Ludwig Beilschmidt looking down at him. He gulped. "M-Mr. Beilschmidt... I-I-"

"Please see me in my office at once." He turned and left.

Oh maple...