A.N. SO SORRY

I know it's been a really long time, but University just keeps me sooooo busy! I'll try to update once a week from now on (at least)! This one's a little short...all my chapters are...but I promise longer ones in the future!

[concert was awesome by the way :D]

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Canadian Frustrations

Chapter 4

"Canada?"

Matthew stirred slightly at the unnecessarily loud voice.

"Canada, can you hear me? Matthew?"

"Mmmm...what?" asked the (now very annoyed) Canadian as he slowly opened one eye. The bright lighting of the room made him feel like his barely exposed eyeball was on fire and he swore to impose the same pain on the idiot who thought it was a good idea to wake him up.

He could see a small and blurry figure hovering above him. He thought about pushing it away or punching the thing's head (What are those weird huge things over it's eyes?), but felt too tired to move. That was one lucky bastard...

"Matthew? Are you alright?" continued the blond figure. "Matthew, say something..."

Ah ta yeule, crisse...

He was about to mutter a "M'lright g'night" and turn away to drift back to dreamland, when he heard a loud BANG followed by some muffled noises coming from a nearby room. The unexpected sound caused Matthew to sit up rapidly in shock.

"What the hell wa-OWWW!" Matthew clutched his nose as it was struck by repetitive waves of pain.

"Argh! Watch it you git! I don't want to have a broken nose too!"

Matthew turned to see England (Oh, the eyebrows... Should have guessed...) gently rubbing his nose and making sure nothing was out of place. His gaze then lowered to his own clutching hands when he felt warm liquid pouring onto them.

"Tabar-"

"Oh crap! Matthew, are you okay?" exclaimed England. He had completely forgotten about Canada and his recent injury as soon as the other smashed his face (although accidentally) against his. That idiotic American would start panicking again if he saw Canada bleeding like this...

"Here, take some tissues," he said as he gave a handful to the bleeding boy, who eagerly took them and pressed them unto his nose while slightly tilting his head backwards.

After a few moments of awkward silence, England finally asked, once again, how the other was feeling.

"I-I guess I'm alright..." answered Matthew uncertainly. "What happened?"

"Well, I wanted to ask you that, actually. Don't you remember?" asked England, his face getting slightly red as all the scenarios France came up with to explain the position Canada and Italy were found in popped back in his head.

"Not rea-"

Wait...Italy...notebook...Germany...oh... Matthew's face reddened as he remembered all the day's previous events. I fucking hate everything and everyone.

"Yeah, I remember... I'm guessing Germany is the reason why my nose is broken?" continued Matthew, only realizing at that moment how odd his voice sounded.

"Yes. He was rather angry. He punched you in the face and threw you off Italy. You passed out immediately."

"So...what happened after?"

Might as well give him a good report, thought England.

"Germany started inspecting Italy's body for...for anything that wouldn't be right. Then, Romano started yelling at everyone and Spain was trying to calm him down. Everyone else was busy trying to stop America from killing Germany for punching you."

"Wow..."

"I know. In the end, Italy said he was fine and Germany calmed down and stepped back, which saved Spain from another punch in the face from Romano. America was a bit more complicated to deal with... Russia even had to team up with Belarus to tie him up and keep him safely away in a room. That was most likely the loud noise from earlier..."

Oh my fucking God what did I do? How the fuck am I going to fix this?

"So...now that I explained to you what happened after," said England after a short pause, "care to explain what happened before?"

"Before? Oh...well..." Fuck, qu'est-ce que j'dis? Qu'est-ce que j'dis? "You see, I was...umm...we-"

"MATTIE!" a loud American could be heard yelling. Said American could later be seen breaking down a door and practically jumping on top of his northern brother.

"OHMYGOD YOU'RE BLEEDING AGAIN!"

"Stop yelling America!"

"NO! YOU MADE MATTIE BLEED! I TOLD YOU I WOULD TAKE CARE OF HIM!"

"Piling burgers on his nose won't help you twat!"

"WHATEVER OLD MAN YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY HERO SKILLS!"

"Guys, could you please stop arguing?" asked Matthew in that soft and polite tone of his. Only an expert (of what, no one knows) could hear the (very fucking obvious) annoyance and hatred in the Canadian's words.

But, of course, he was ignored.

"Who are you calling an old man? Bullocks, not everyone who isn't an ignorant and obnoxious teenager like you is an old man!"

Okay, Matthew. Just zone them out. Like you always do. Right. Just like that. Okay, now let's think things through. Italy read part of my notebook. I had him pinned on the floor and accidentally hurt him and made him cry, and that's when everyone walked in. Germany thought I was doing...things...to him so he attacked me. And then everyone went looney and they all forgot about me.

Matthew was starting to feel the rising panic slowly calming back down.

They actually forgot about me after all that. The only ones who didn't forget are already arguing with each other and ignoring me.

A smug grin made its way to Matthew's face. It only looked ridiculous because of his swollen nose, but he didn't care.

I'm totally off the hook. They truly are idiots after all... I can't wait to write everything in my...notebook... FUCKING SH-

"WHAT ABOUT MY NOTEBOOK?"

England and America, startled by Canada's sudden outburst (and sudden appearance, since they had completely forgotten him), ceased their bickering and looked down toward him. They were already at the pillow fight stage of their arguing.

France, who had shown up (unnoticed by Matthew) when he heard the familiar insults being shouted out by his favourite Englishman, found his little Matthieu's interruption absolutely fantastic.

"Quelle présence~"

"WHERE-IS-MY-NOTE-BOOK?" said Matthew, his face now pale, with his hands twitching nervously.

"Notebook?" asked Alfred, seemingly deep in thought.

"You mean that red thing Italy ran away with?" began England. "I'm not sure what he did with that. When Germany tried to pick it up, Italy started speaking very rapidly in Italian, snatched the notebook, and ran off..."

"Oui~ Everyone is trying to find him, incluant moi. However, I had to interrupt my search for cute little innocent Italy when I heard the argument between my dear friends Amérique and Sourcils..."

"Shut it, frog!"

"Non~"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"America! You idiot!"

Matthew was left to panic on his own, once again. Calm down, calm down, calm down. As long as no one else reads it, I should be fine. I just have to find Italy before anyone else does... He might still be in the building.

He slowly got off the floor. Oh wow they didn't even move me to a more comfortable place, those fuckers...

He looked at his brother and Francis teaming up against Arthur, and, for once, didn't sit down to enjoy the show. Grabbing a few extra tissues, in case his nose would start up again, Matthew discreetly made his way out of the conference room. Being a nation helped to speed up the healing, but you could never be too sure... Especially if he bumped into Germany during his search.

He started by the most obvious places, like washrooms and the kitchen (He was looking for Italy.), but couldn't find him. Maybe it would help if he didn't have to ninja roll behind a random plant every time he heard a noise. Thankfully, he was able to hide from any incoming nation. He was pretty sure Norway saw him, but he didn't seem to really care. He was too busy trying to ignore Denmark anyway...

God dammit where is that little fuck? Matthew asked himself, now even taking the time to look in garbage cans. I've done almost the entire building!

"Hola, amigo~"

Matthew stopped and turned to see a rather worried-looking, although still smiling Spain. ...Seriously? Fuck you, life.

"Ahahaha~... I don't think I've ever seen you before... Are you new?"

Okay, this is just getting sad. How could he not remember me after what just happened? Fuck you Spain. Oblivious cunt.

"Ummm...not really..."

"Really? Oh... Well, could you help me, amigo? I'm looking for my little Lovi~!"

"You're...looking for Romano? I thought everyone was looking for the other Italy."

"Ahahaha, sí... But Lovi ran way too. I don't know why," answered Spain with a sad look.

"Oh. Well, I didn't see him," replied Matthew, hoping to send the Spanish man away as soon as possible.

"Ah, I see. Well, gracias anyway, mi amigo~!" And Spain left.

"Wow... I was almost close to being caught..." said Matthew as he watched the other leave. He smiled, thankful of Spain's stupidity, and was again ready to continue his search.

"Yeah, almost," replied another voice.

Translations:

Ah ta yeule, crisse... = Oh, shut up [Quebecker swear, derivation of 'christ']

Tabar- = [about to swear: 'tabarnak']

Fuck, qu'est-ce que j'dis? Qu'est-ce que j'dis? = Fuck, what do I say? What do I say?

Quelle présence~ = Such presence~

incluant moi = including me

Amérique = America

Sourcils = Eyebrows