coat. It was so annoying that he couldn't move around. It would be fun to swing around on the seat like on a ride. He started to rock his body back and forth but stopped when he felt a wave of nausea hit him in he head like a hammer.

"I don't feel good!" Gilbert felt sick, hunger was the farthest thing from his mind.

"What's the matter Gilbert?" Gilbert looked over at Matthew. Mildly surprised that he wasn't wearing a lot of clothes for the weather.

"My stomach hurts Matthew!" He leaned back and closed his eyes

"Are you hungry?" He saw Matthew fidget out of the corner of his eye.

"No, I feel like I'm going to be sick! I'm bored!" Gilbert whined he couldn't feel his feet anymore and he swung his legs back and forth making a metallic thunk every couple seconds.

"You know what? When I get off this thing, I'm going to invade America's vital regions...are those in the south? I want to go somewhere warm!"

"It's not always like that here." Matthew spoke softly but Gilbert ignored him continuing to rant.

"I can't feel my feet and I'm bored. I think jumping would be better way to get down!"

"Well perhaps you should go do America if you're so much like him." Matthew muttered sarcastically.

"I don't want to go to America! Don't make me, he's weirder than you are!" Gilbert grabbed onto Matthew's bare hand tightly. Matthew raised his eyebrows at the...compliment? Most people couldn't tell them apart for anything.

England walked through the hallways of his house quickly buttoning up his shirt.

"Alfred, Alfred you git where are you?" Opening the doors in the hallway leading into spare rooms, closets, Arthur systematiclly looked through the house for America. Doing up his tie he started to pick up his pace.

"Alfred Jones! If you are not in front of me by the count of ten you are grounded!"

Startled by the noise, Matthew peaked his head out of his room. Alfred was getting in trouble again. He tried to duck his head back though when he saw his guardian walk towards him.

"Alfred!" Arthur grabbed Matthew's arm and pulled him out into the hallway. "I have been looking for you for an hour. Put on your suit, we're going out and I will not tolerate being seen with you when you look like some young hooligan. "

"But" Matthew looked around the hall as he was dragged towards the door. He saw a curl of blond hair peeking out from under the couch and he started to protest.

"Don't mumble now." Arthur looked at his watch. "Bloody hell we're already late. Come Alfred, I'll get you a haircut when we get there."

Matthew paled at the thought of cutting his hair off. He was shoved into a carriage and they were off, jolting down the road. Arthur was solely focused on the paper in front of him. Matthew fidgeted nervously in his seat Kumahiro was still in his room and what if he wasn't fed?

"Where are we going?"Matthew looked out the window to see that they were approaching a barbers.

"Getting that mop of hair cut, then we're going to a play so you can get more culture. Shakespeare should do just fine."

Matthew was hustled inside the shop and pushed into a chair. He looked around nervously as a barber came close to him wielding a large pair of scissors. His hair was grabbed by large hands and lifted from his head.

"Ahh, look at these golden locks I'll give you a discount if I may keep the hair, pity these days with all the old men going bald." The barber leered at Matthew while Arthur continued reading his newspaper.

"Very well."

Matthew closed his eyes as he heard the metallic snip of scissors next to his ear. He instead listened to the rustling of paper, his shaky breathing, the sound of carriages rattling down the street. When he opened his eyes, a mirror was held in front of his face. His hair had been shorn away so it resembled England's haircut more than it did his own. Matthew's eyes grew wide and he slid out of the chair, walking towards the door. England followed afterward.

"See, that looks much better. It's very sensible."

Matthew looked at the ground. He wanted to speak up and say that he wasn't America, he was his own person and England couldn't' boss him around anymore.

"England!" Matthew stopped and starred at England angrily.

"Huh? What was that Alfred?" England turned around annoyed.

"I'm not Alfred!" Matthew balled his fists at his side.

"What? Who are you then, are you some sort of street rat? I swear, if Alfred made you come instead of him I will tan both your hides." England grabbed Matthew's Wrist and, turning around, headed back to the house.

"No, I'm Canada!"

When they had gotten back home, Matthew had returned to invisibility with the sole problem, he was now the identical twin of Alfred. Not that his brother noticed, he was just jumpy since he thought that a ghost was inhabiting England's house. When this was heard by England, his honour was insulted and so he went to 'purge' the house. Matthew was convinced that after being doused with numerous potions and being shouted at, he was the strangest country on the face of the world.

"You don't think I'm weird?" Matthew turned to Gilbert.

"Course not, I know weird and you are not stranger than some. You could be more awesome like me, but no." Gilbert released Matthew's hand and closed his eyes

"Wow thanks, it gets kinda depressing when people mistake me for America." Matthew shoved his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie, opening and closing his numbed fingers.

"No..." Gilbert fixed Matthew with a stare. "I am merely freezing my ass of on this chair. If I were Texas, I might not be so cold. I could get a sunburn."

Matthew laughed, "If you did I'd have to get a picture."

Author's Note- Oh God I'm so sorry! I'm a week late, and the chapter is extremely random. Hang on and I'll get back to cannon and a regular schedule.

Also, when you're skiing/snowboarding you can work up quite a sweat so some people dress light. However, the minute you stop moving you get really cold again.

P.S. Happy Halloween