Here's the next chapter of my first crossover. Canada gets the spotlight. I don't own Hetalia and neither do the people who RP-ed this.
Matthew was walking down the hallway. Re-buttoning his pimp-vest and shirt. (It's better not to ask.) He stopped in his tracks when he saw the gaping hole in the middle of the cooking classroom.
"What the...?"
He walked up to the hole and looked down. Nothing but black.
"Hello?"
After a few minutes of staring, Matthew finally decided to jump in.
He got his own special bishie sparkles, since he was the only one to actually land on his feet.
He looked around with wide eyes at the winter wonderland his found himself in.
"It's just like Canada."
He mentally facepalmed for admitting that out loud.
"Hello? Is anyone out here?"
Matthew finally settled to wandering around for a couple of hours. And found nothing.
He finally left out a sigh. A sigh visible in the freezing air.
"Wow... It is like Canada."
That was until he saw the big-ass white castle. Matthew looked up at it.
"Wow. This is... huge. It's almost like a fairytale..."
Matthew pushed the giant double doors open and wandered inside.
There were huge statues everywhere. And one of them was moving. And colored.
"HEY BRO!"
Scratch that. It was just Alfred, Tino, and Sey.
"Al? Sey?"
"What'cha doin' here?" Alfred asked/yelled.
"I could ask you the same question."
"But you didn't." Sey deadpanned.
Matthew raised an eyebrow and gave Sey a look that said 'Really Hun?'. And Sey glared back.
Alfred wrapped an arm around a resistant Sey. "I was just taking a walk around with my daughter! Then we got lost here."
"For the last time! I am not your daughter!"
Matthew rolled his eyes and turned around. "Well, see you later."
"MATT. BRO." Alfred called out. Matthew wasn't turning around. "Are you still mad about that time I blew up your cake in cooking class?"
No. You pay attention to your fake 'daughter' than your own brother. "No. Go away, Alfred. Make it on your own with your 'daughter'."
"Shut up, Matt!" Sey said.
And Matthew strutted out. Like a pimp.
...
Once again, Matthew found himself outside another pair of double doors.
These had a million and one fancy cravings in them, and they looked important.
"YOU THERE!"
Matthew jumped back as the doors opened by themselves. It was a throne room with ice everywhere. And sitting in the gigantic throne was-
"Gilbert?" Matthew gasped as he recognized the face of his lov- I mean, teacher.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Gilbert barked.
Matthew didn't answer. He was too busy examining the Prussian. The cocky gleam was gone from his eyes. His face looked cold, and no, not just because there was ice everywhere.
"ANSWER ME, BOY!"
'Oh my gosh... Why on Earth is Gilbert here? And how come he doesn't remember me?'
"I'M LOSING MY PATIENCE QUICKLY! STATE YOUR NAME OR I'LL SEND THE WOLVES ON YOU!"
And he hasn't said the word 'awesome' once. This was bad. "M... Matthew...?"
"WHAT ARE YOU?"
"A teenager...?"
Gilbert's eyes widened. "A HUMAN?"
Doesn't this Gilbert have an indoor voice? "Isn't it obvious?"
Gilbert, or 'The Awesome White King of Snow', looked shocked for a moment. Then he smiled in that cocky way Matthew remembered.
"Come here, Son of Francis."
"Isn't it 'Son of Adam'?"
"Just come here, Son of Francis!"
Matthew approached the throne. Gilbert leaned over to Matthew and reached behind his back.
Matt totally didn't expect a steaming plate of pancakes.
"Want one?"
Finally! I remember to update this! :D
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