A/N: The reason why it seems to be updating on a regular basis is because I wrote some of it beforehand when I thought about trying to merge them all into one chapter, but it looked kind of ugly to me honestly. I want to upload the every scene that I have wrote already into this story, but I must have self control. Go read Cold Front by The Pudding Fiend, it's a Canada and Korea fanfic.
Vainglory
Canada is stuck in a supposed love triangle with Prussia, and Russia, who are known to be quite dangerous. And as Matthew slowly figures out, both Gilbert, and Ivan, are in it for the wrong reasons.
Part Three
Give up or give in
At the hotel which was near the united nations building, was exactly where the representatives of the countries would stay for a few days. And it was where Matthew suddenly saw the Prussian man, who had a chick on his head, and was looking eagerly for something in particular. Immediately, Matthew hurried up the stairs, and onto the third floor to where his room was. Each room in the hotel had golden plates stuck onto the front door with every name of each country, and already, he had found his.
"Alfred?! What are you doing here!?" Canada yelled, and yet it was no louder than what would the country below his own would speak normally. He then clasped his mouth, and looked outside his door to see if anyone had heard him shouting, particularly Prussia. The Canadian was holding onto the doorknob, not wanting to open any further, nor wanting to close any time soon. "Alfred F. Jones! Please get out!!"
"Did you hear something, Tony?" said the American, who was laying on the bed with some papers in his hands. Tony was probably the one that was on the floor, eating some of fast food and junk food. And apparently the two were unable to see or hear him.
I need to calm down, and relax. There was probably a good explanation for why Alfred was in his room.
Actually, one of them was able to see him, and had said, "Fuck off."
Even though Matthew knew he didn't belong with the countries whenever he was with them, to be kicked out of one of the few places where he did belong made him felt miserable. The luggage in his hands dropped, while he stood there for a moment, dazed, in front of what used to be his room. After that, he turned around, and sat down against the door, wondering what exactly went wrong.
Matthew sighed to himself. Why didn't I say anything back there?
Knowing what the American was like, he probably forgot the key to his room, went down to the person at the counter, and had ended up getting another key and room number. The key and room number which belonged to Canada. America would find out sooner or later that the name plate on the door had his name spelled wrong, and would definitely just tape over it with America written on a random piece of paper. Or the word hero, or superman, or something that sounded heroic to the guy.
"Here." said the polar bear, placing down a silver key in front of the its master. Kumajirou had always came back to him though.
A/N: Canada and America as a pairing works, just that I prefer Canada with other countries.
- "Canada is the essence of not being. Not English, not American, it is the mathematics of not being. And a subtle flavor, we're more like celery as a flavor." said Mike Myers, a Canadian actor