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Canada sighed as he finally seemed to escape America's presence and looked behind him to make sure that he had escaped fully before taking out that little black book. He glanced down at it, shivering at the next page and the next profile.

Ah – hell...

Nation # 4 Belarus (Natalya Arlovskaya) ~ Francis' notes...

Special kink's/turn on's – (The Belarussian is completely obsessed with Russia) – anything to do with Ivan will catch Natalya's attention. – It was... somewhat difficult for me to seduce Belarus, but I did manage it by mentioning Russia – and speaking of Ivan, I can not help but think that perhaps mon petit Matthieu has slept with Russia (Oh! The horror!), because I do know that Matthieu and Ivan play weekly games of ice hockey...

And Canada shut the black book with more force than what was necessary, twitching a bit at France's assumptions. Him sleeping with Ivan of all people?! They did communicate often, and Canada could consider Russia as a friend, but not that kind of friend!

Matthew simply stood there for a few moments, almost banging his head against the wall. Belarus – she was that scary chick with that knife, usually torturing Latvia and Lithuania for Russia's amusement.

How the hell was he even going to approach her without her threatening him with her knife?!

'If you want to be recognised more, then you have to do this!' Matthew sighed, shoving the book back into his pocket. Kumajirou looked up curiously at him, blinking small black eyes. "Kumajirou, you're gonna have to protect me." Canada smiled down at the polar bear, picking him up. Kumajirou tilted his head, much like a puppy, as he was crushed to Canada's chest and was squeezed tightly from Matthew's nervousness.

Canada would try and approach Belarus after his daily musical lesson with Austria.

"Yes, you are a very quick learner!" Austria encouraged with a smile, watching with pride as Canada successfully played the first two lines of the musical piece. Matthew blushed a bit in embarrassment, not too used to compliments, but he beamed at Roderich as his eyes lit up brightly.

Austria stared for only a second, almost entranced by the beautiful colour of Canada's eyes, but then quickly turned away, coughing to hide his own embarrassment. Hungary watched eagerly from the background; a camera hanging from her neck by a ribbon, ready to take any kind of picture.

"Er – you're a very good teacher...?" Matthew said weakly, unable to take such nice compliments just like that. The Canadian tried to hide his red face by his hair, attempting to play the two lines again.

"Mattie!" A whining-like voice interrupted, and Canada stiffened in annoyance while Austria rolled deep-violet eyes, already knowing who it was. Austria found that America was almost unnaturally and too-overly protective of Canada. He felt sorry for the poor Canadian for having to deal with it all the time.

"I suppose the lesson is over." Roderich sighed, somewhat disappointed. It wasn't too often that nations were interested in learning how to play music, and he was too glad to teach Canada how to do so, "You are progressing very well. I will see you again tomorrow." Austria quickly patted Canada on the shoulder and moved away before America could catch up to them.

Austria and Hungary walked out of the room; the latter was squealing and whispering to a blushing Roderich once again.

"Alfred." Matthew grit out angrily, passive-aggressive eyes watching Alfred in annoyance and the Canadian almost smirked as America seemed to flinch back slightly at his unnerving stare, "Don't you have anything better to do?" Canada asked with annoyance, but America quickly bounced back, grinning like the idiot he was rapidly becoming.

"Nope, what could be more important than my little bro?" America said, smirking in the direction that Austria had just left in – that European would not get to Matthew if he had anything to say about it.

"Oh, I don't know," Matthew rolled his eyes, standing from the piano seat, "Perhaps preparing for the next meeting?" He stated sarcastically, though he already knew that Alfred never prepared himself for the world meetings.

"Exactly." England's hard voice cut in, America whined angrily as Arthur grabbed him harshly by the ear, forcibly dragging him out of the room, "Don't let America ruin your day, Matthew." Britain called back, giving a slightly softer smile towards Canada.

Canada, who was still fuming from America's interruption, seemed to find the courage to finally approach Belarus.

Matthew stood casually against the wall, talking rather loudly on his cell-phone very close to Belarus' room and his blue-violet eyes lighting up as the Belarussian walked past him, completely ignoring his existence.

"Yeah, Ivan, this weekend I'm free to play a game of hockey with you." Canada said, making sure his voice was louder than it usually was (which wasn't all that loud to begin with), but Natalya seemed to instantly stop at the sound of her brother's name, turning around ever-so-slightly, "Yeah, it will be fun!"

And Canada twitched slightly as Belarus was suddenly right in his face, her knife was pointed threateningly at his throat, "I-I'll call you back, Ivan." Matthew stuttered, all his previous courage was instantly lost at the look in Natalya's blue eyes.

"Why were you talking to my брат?" Natalya demanded in a hard-edged tone, moving the knife even closer to Matthew's throat. She watched as the blond male (who had no idea who he was – perhaps America?) stuttered and flushed a very bright red.

"I-Ivan – he's my friend." Canada said in what he hoped was a calm voice, though he winced when it came out very timid and squeaky, like a mouse trapped by the cat, "We play hockey every week."

Belarus stared, for what seemed like an eternity, but finally released Canada from her threatening hold, "America, I thought that you are not liking my брат's company?" Natalya asked, her tone even more hard-edged than before. Canada swallowed at Belarus' expression, but bravely continued on.

"I-I'm Canada." He stated quietly, watching as Belarus backed away in a slight surprise with a bit of recognition sparking in her blue eyes.

"брат talks about you often." Belarus stated, remembering Russia's fond tone as he talked about someone named Canada, "Are you Matvey?" The Belarussian finally asked and Canada nodded very quickly.

Natalya, internally, was very jealous of how highly her beloved брат talked about this Matvey, and now that she knew who he was – she, honestly, wanted to hurt him very bad. However, that would not put her on Ivan's good side, so she held herself back, "брат is very fond of you." Belarus said in an almost dead-like tone and Canada panicked internally.

"W-well..." Canada had really nothing to say back to that, he certainly couldn't say that Ivan felt the same way about Natalya (Ivan was terrified of her, and let Matthew know that information quite often). "You– you could come to one of our hockey games... you know, to watch?" Canada almost felt his heart stop beating at Belarus' hard-piercing stare; it made him wish that he had never approached Belarus in the first place, "I-I'm sure that Ivan would like that."

"Alright." Natalya finally agreed, and Matthew sighed silently in relief and internally reminded himself to lose any hockey game to Ivan if Natalya chose to come; he certainly didn't want her to attack him if he did win against Ivan, "Tell me when the next game is, Matvey." Belarus stated, knowing that she wouldn't forget the Canadian's face for some time.

He was her current competition for her брат's attention.

"This weekend." Matthew said in small voice, now wishing for Alfred's annoying interruption and almost shivered from Natalya's unnerving stare, "You can invite Katyusha too if you want." He added, smiling a bit fondly at the mention of Ukraine. She was the one of the few who actually remembered him.

Natalya raised a brow at Matthew's suddenly fond look, though she suddenly remembered Katyusha also talking fondly of someone named Matvey. 'He isn't bad-looking.' Belarus admitted in her mind, though Canada was not as good-looking as her beloved брат (and he never would be).

"Mattie, who are you talking to?" America's voice interrupted, answering Canada's prayers. The American, with an annoyed Briton following immediately after him, raised a brow at the two. He raised his two arms in a surrendering-like motion as Belarus quickly turned to him, her knife pointed out threateningly.

"Ah – it's nothing!" Matthew panicked as Belarus turned back to him, her blue eyes hard. He swallowed at her look, actually pleased when America put his arm around his slight shoulder protectively.

"I will be there this weekend." Natalya stated, walking down the hall as if nothing had happened. America, Canada, and England all watched her go in silence, until Alfred turned to Matthew with a 'WTF' look in his bright blue eyes.

"Uh – Mattie?" The American asked, and Matthew simply sighed, shaking his blond head tiredly. England could not help but think that perhaps Canada was going a little crazy. Who would want to talk to Belarus without being forced to?! She was a freaky and violent woman!

"Please, just don't ask."

And Canada's cell-phone rang - Australia, once again, was asking him if he had any free time...