Hey everybody! Vickironica here! Haha when did I start doing that? Oh well. Soooooo, here's the next chapter! I know I said I'd try to update every day, but it's been a busy week... Okay no it hasn't I only have one excuse. Creepypasta fanfiction. Yeah I got sucked into it and somehow learned LJ's backstory and boy was that sad. D: So I was feeling really guilty about not publishing like I said I would but hey, it's only been a week. It's not that bad. Plus my best friend was about to curse me like seriously... But that's only after I said I should probably publish so here you go! A new chapter.

Okay so I gotta hurry and stop talking so please review I don't own anything and enjoy!

Chapter 4: Ticci Toby, Canada, Kumajiro, Matt/2p! Canada, France

It was early morning and the sun was barely lighting any of the trees surrounding the town. It was a small, peaceful town, but then again, the whole country was peaceful. Toby hid within the trees, but not too deep so he can still see the whole town.

Toby chose his next house, a blue house with a dark brown roof, and proceeded to slowly get closer. As he was about to enter, he stopped. The smell from a different house was … pleasing.

Letting his nose take over, he chose the house next door, the one with the good smell. He couldn't tell what it was either, but it smelled familiar.

Being like, six in the morning, most people were still asleep. Toby twitched and forgot about hiding and for some unknown reason, rang the doorbell. He was a killer, WHY WAS HE RINGING A DOORBELL?! Oh well, too late now. He thought and sighed.

After a couple seconds, the door finally opened to see a blonde haired, older teenager with a weird … curl in his hair. Even though it stood out terribly, it looked good on him. He was wearing a red jacket with a maple leaf on it and regular jeans.

"Can I help you?" The man smiled, apparently not noticing how much "different" Toby looked from normal people.

Wait, why had he come here again? He just smelled something good, that was all. "Uhhh, I thought I smelled something really good." Toby twitched, his leg kicking out. But that was normal.

"Oh, you must be smelling the waffles and maple syrup, eh!" Toby noticed that the loudest this man could speak was a faint whisper.

"I'm hungry!" Someone sounding like a kid yelled from the house.

"I'll be right there, Kumakichi!" The man whispered kinda loudly back. He looked at Toby again. "Would you like to join us?"

"Waffles are life. Yes." Toby entered the house to find out that that "kid" was actually a polar bear. He was liking this place a lot. Waffles and a talking polar bear, how much more could you want?

. . . . .

After finishing off like, 7 waffles, Toby was done for a while. The man really seemed to like the maple syrup a lot though.

"I just realized that we don't know each others names! I'm Cana- Matthew Williams. This is Kumanuma. What's yours?" The maple guy said.

"I'm actually Kumajiro. Who are you?" The polar bear actually asked that question towards Matthew, and not him for some reason.

"I'm Canada- I mean, Matthew." Matthew sighed, acting like he hadn't called himself a country.

"I'm Ticci Toby, or just Toby for short." Toby didn't really question stuff too much. He lived with a virus, an evil clown, and like 2 eyeless weirdos plus more. This was kinda normal for him.

"Hockey." Kumajiro, he thought he got it right, said.

Matthew quickly turned towards the bear, stared at him for a second, then like, moved so fast into his living room you would have thought he teleported. Toby went in the living room, hoping that was okay, and saw Matthew turning on the television to the hockey channel. Kumajiro followed close behind Matthew, jumping on the couch as if this was normal for them.

"Oh my gosh, I almost forgot Matt!" Did Matthew's voice seem louder, or was it just Toby?

Toby would've thought that Matthew would've ran out of the house or for the phone, but instead, he ran towards a mirror.

"Matt, it's hockey! Hurry, you're missing it!" Toby was starting to think that Matthew was insane.

Then he heard another voice coming from in the room Matthew was in, but nobody was in there. "Yeah, hang on I'm almost done!" It sounded oddly close to Matthew's too.

Just then, ripples started to form on the mirror and a hand popped out first, followed by a whole body. So a guy just came out of a mirror. Toby would have been screaming other than the fact that he knew the rest of the creepypastas.

The other man, on closer inspection, looked a LOT like Matthew too. The hair color, the height, the face, even the curl! The only difference was that this guy had a ponytail in and was wearing a plaid red shirt instead of a maple leaf jacket.

They both quickly sat down on the living room couch and started to watch hockey like going through a mirror was normal.

. . . . .

Toby had watched the hockey game with them, but didn't see what was so interesting that the two guys, and even the bear, had to keep yelling at the television as if they would hear them. Even Matthew was yelling, and Toby had thought that was impossible.

Either way, the game was done. Matthew finally remembered he had another guest. "Oh yeah, Matt, this is Toby." Matthew gestured to Toby who was sitting on the floor still from the game.

"Hi." Toby didn't really know what to say.

"Hey. I'm Matt. You look … familiar somehow." Matt was inspecting Toby and then pretended to think really hard.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro asked that question again.

"I'm Canada." Matthew called himself a country again.

"Hey Matthew, why do you keep calling yourself Canada? Isn't Canada a country?" Toby was curious.

Matt, Kumajiro, and Matthew stared at Toby for a couple of seconds before finally getting an answer.

"Well, that's because I'm actually a personified country. I'm Canada, but you already know that. We countries actually go to World Meetings every once in a while and try to solve the world's problems, though I'm always forgotten. I'm surprised you can even see me, to be honest." Matthew's story was crazy, but he sounded really sincere and Toby didn't think a guy like him could even lie if he wanted too.

"So like is Matt your twin brother America or something?" Toby was wondering why they looked so much like each other.

Matt was laughing so hard he fell on the ground. Toby could even see tears starting to form in his eyes from laughing so hard. He wondered what was so funny and twitched again. This time his arm shot up for a second, but he lowered it back down.

Even Matthew was laughing a little. Kumajiro had somehow landed by Matt, but was just laying there sleeping. Matthew started to explain. "Well, I do have a twin brother, America, yes. But his name is Alfred F. Jones. This is actually my friend Matt. He's my 2p!'s or reflection of a different color. Like when you play a video game and when somebody already has that character so you're a different color, well, that's him. Except not only do we have different colors, or personalities, we're completely different people."

"So, how is his personality different from yours? Like is it big things or not?" Toby was kinda curious.

Matt stopped laughing long enough to explain. "Well for starters, I kill people and he doesn't."

Toby's jaw dropped. He didn't think he'd run into another killer inside the same house.

"Wait, before you call the police, I only kill people in a different world where it's completely legal to do so." Matt held his hands up high like people do to surrender, but he was only showing he meant no harm.

Toby had no plans on calling the police like he'd get taken away for killing, not Matt. "I really had no plans of calling the police. But I wanna know how you do it!"

"Hockey stick." That was all Matt said and all Toby needed to know.

"Cool." Toby really had no idea how to reply to that and Matthew looked busy with … maple syrup again.

Matt looked like he was thinking for a couple of seconds again, then all of a sudden yelled, "I remember now!"

"You remember what?" Matthew had been listening in, but hadn't said anything.

"Where I've seen Toby! He was on the news! You killed like 7 families that one night right?" Matt asked him.

"Uhhhhhh, yeah?" Toby wasn't sure whether that was bad or not. But either way, Toby remembered that night. He was kinda upset about running out of waffle batter so he went nuts that night.

"Nice." Matt replied. If he was going to say something else, it got cut off because the front door slammed open.

"Mon Dieu! Matthieu, I must speak with your 2p! Immediately!" A guy with a French accent walked in on the 4 of them.

Matt started laughing as soon as he saw the French guy. Again he was on the floor laughing. Matt reminded Toby of LJ… But Toby had to admit, the guy looked funny.

"Papa, what happened?!" Matthew whispered, getting a towel.

"Your 2p! decided to set a prank for me by setting this stuff in a bucket and laying it as a trap for when I open the front door!" The French man was covered in red goo. It looked a lot like blood.

. . . . .

"Merci, Matthieu." Matthew had cleaned the French guy off and they had all found out that it was actually strawberry maple syrup, not blood.

"That was hilarious." Matt wiped away a tear in his eye from laughing so hard, once again.

Toby kept quiet but now noticed that the French guy was naturally blonde, with very wavy hair. A blue shirt and red pants make him stand out, but it looked good on him. He could be easily mistaken for a girl if he wanted to, and Toby was pretty sure that he had tried.

Completely forgetting what just happened to him, the French guy noticed Toby. "Honhonhon, who do we have here?" Was that really his laugh?!

"This is Toby. Toby, this is my papa, or as you might have guessed, France." Matthew introduced them.

"So he knows that we are countries, oui?" France asked.

"Yeah." Matthew nodded.

"Hi." Toby didn't really know what to say, once again.

Kumajiro was still sleeping, and Matt was watching some television in the other room. Thankfully not hockey.

"You look familiar." This time France tried to guess where from.

"Thew news?" Toby gave a suggestion.

"Ahh, that must've been it. I probably saw you on the news." France decided.

"So, Toby, do you have any friends?" Matthew asked. Everyone excepts Kumajiro looked over. Even Matt.

Toby twitched. This time his neck cracked. "Yeah, I have some friends. They're kinda weird though. And I'm sure some hate me. But yes, I have some friends."