The next morning, Matthew found out exactly why the couch had suddenly become "unawesome."

And after fuming over it for a bit, he grabbed a hockey stick and went after Gilbert. The chase that had ensued served to further wreck the house, something that only angered the Canadian even more.

"Aww come on Mattie! It wasn't that bad!" Gilbert said, his voice muffled due to the closet he was now hiding in.

"You got maple syrup! All over my new couch! And you didn't even try to clean it up!" Matthew yelled, as he tried to pry open the door. Gilbert was pulling on the other end of the doorknob, fearing the stick-wielding Canadian. For someone who had a reputation (when he was remembered) of being quiet and polite, the kid could pack a mean blow.

"You don't have to beat me up for it! I think my hangover's already doing a mighty fine job!"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt!" The doorknob had started to crack from the strength of both the nations. "I am going to kill you!"

"Mattie, this isn't how you treat a guest!"

"My guests aren't usually this stupid!" Matthew grunted, as the door started to splinter.

Gilbert suddenly let go of the doorknob, causing Matthew to stumble and fall back, yelling in surprise.

"Kesesesese, you'll never get me~" He laughed, stepping over the blonde. However, he didn't move fast enough, as Matthew grabbed his ankle and yanked, causing the Prussian to face-plant on the (unawesome, uncarpeted) floor. Matthew stood up, keeping one foot on the other's back, and raised his hockey stick.

"Fuck! Alright, Mom, I'll clean your goddamn couch!"

"I can't believe you actually care about these meetings!" Gilbert complained, as they stood in the elevator, waiting to go up to the 33rd floor. "I don't see what the problem is in being a bit late."

"Gilbert, just incase you didn't listen the first fifty times I told you, I'm hosting this meeting. And it's not proper etiquette When you're a host to show up to the meeting an hour late, eh."

"Whatever. It's your fault anyways, you didn't have to beat me up in the morning. "

"You ruined my couch. "

"It's not my fault that maple syrup is a complete bitch to clean out. " Gilbert said, sticking his tongue out. Matthew stuck his tongue back out. The two stared at each other then burst out into laughter.

"Don't worry about it Matthew. They're probably just fought the whole time like always. It's not like shit gets done anyways." Gilbert said, after their laughter subdued.

The elevator dinged and they stepped out, making their way to the meeting room.

Secretley Matthew hoped that it was true. The nations fought at all the big meetings for the first few hours until someone called them into order. Hopefully this one would be no exception. For a change, he wouldn't even mind if they hadn't noticed his absence.

However, whoever was watching down from the heavens clearly did not like Matthew. As the two stepped into the meetig room, they were greeted by a cold silence, instead of the usual ruckus. All the countries turned their head towards the two.

"Canada. " Said Germany curtly. He had, as usual, assumed the role of the impromptu leader. Matthew felt himself shrinking under everyone's gaze.

"M-m-my ap-apologies, I d-did not mean to come so late I was held up a-and..." he trailed off, helplessly, feeling his face grow redder and redder. Germany directed his glare towards his older brother.

"East?"

Matthew could tell from the corner of his eye that even Gilbert, who was used to showing up late, had a flicker of unease run through him.

"What ever reason you two have for being late, please do not let it happen again. " Germany said, when the two didn't say anything.

They took their seats without a word, Canada between England and France and Prussia next to Germany.

As it turns out, the regular fight had been there after all. However, half an hour ago, America had stormed out of the room, with Russia following close behind. With the two nations gone, the rest quietened down, finding that it had become easier to pay attention. They had officially started the meeting, and that's when they noticed both Canada and Prussia were absent.

As China went up to talk, Canada felt a poke at his side. France was looking at him, a small smile on his face.

"Mathieu, is there anything I should know about?" he whispered, so to not incur the wrath of Germany.

Canada blinked.

"What?"

"It's not like you to come in so late to a meeting, especially when you're the host."

"Well, I had a bit of a busy morning..."

France raised his eyebrows.

"And you came in with Prussia, of all people."

"Eh? That's because he slept over."

Which was definitely the wrong thing to say. Canada swore that if France's eyebrows got any higher, they would just fly away.

"Not in that way!" Canada hissed, earning him an angry glare from Germany. They remained quite till the blue eyes shifted back to China before resuming their conversation. They switched their conversation to French.

"I think you two secretly eloped. You act like a married couple." France teased.

"Wait, what? No we didn't! And we don't!" Canada strained. He remembered what Gilbert said last night (technically, this morning) and went pink.

"Ohohoho, there's something isn't there ~"

Canada tried to give an angry glare, but France's eyes twinkled.

"We're just friends. And he was wasted last night, so he crashed at my place."

"I know, I was the one who dropped him off. He insisted that he be dropped off at your place, when mine was closer."

Canada tried to think of all the polite ways to point out that France was probably the last person who people would want to stay over with when their decision-making abilities were impaired. His mind couldn't think of any.

"I wouldn't tell England or America if I were you, though. Those two thickheads won't take it very well."

"There's nothing to tell them about!" Canada protested. "And why would I be the wife, eh?"

"Ofcourse there isn't." France smirked, choosing not to answer the second question.

Canada looked away, exasperated. His eyes rested on Prussia, who was doodling on his paper, looking bored. The older nation caught his eye, and grinned, holding up his doodle. Canada squinted, and saw that the ever mature nation had drawn a monster version of Gilbird eating Kumajirou. Canada rolled his eyes as Germany hit Prussia on the back of his head with his hand.

"I think my brain went numb." Gilbert groaned, as they waited for the elevator.

Matthew said nothing, still mulling over the conversation he and Francis had. Did they really act like a married couple? Matthew didn't think so. Yeah, he cooked and cleaned for him, and Gilbert slept over sometimes, but it was completely platonic, wasn't it? He was pretty sure married couples didn't go out and get trashed at bars, or bake hash brownies, or get kicked out of stores for being a nuisance (that was mostly Gilbert's fault, but still. )

Alright, there were moments when Matthew thought the older nation was rather attractive but that didn't mean they weren't platonic, right? Chicks told each other they were hot all the time, so he could think the same too right?

"Earth to Matthew!" Gilbert poked him.

"Sorry Gilbert, I wasn't listening. What?"

"What floor was the lunch room again?"

"Um, 10th I think."

They stepped into the elevator, Matthew falling back into his thoughts.

Yes, he thought. It was definitely platonic, and it was only due to Francis' influence that he was thinking like this. Maybe next time he'd sit next to someone who didn't (claim to) ooze l'amour.

Canada French and France French are slightly different, that's why I didn't bother translating it the conversation .( I can totally imagine Francis beating on Canada for his french) My french is not that strong anymore, so I can't really speak it, just understand it for the most part.

I think Canada would be a guy that would be cool once you actually got to know him.

I wanted to write out accents in this story (they vill talk like dis) but I think I'd fuck it up. Speaking of accents, anyone else find the English dub of Hetalia hilarious? I laughed so heard when I heard them, especially the Italies' accents. Can you imagine writing a sex scene or something with that accent.

"I want-a you to go-a harder, Germany"

JUST IMAGINE

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