"Jones!"

Matthew sighed and turned to tell the person that he was not his brother, only to get punched in the gut. He cried out loudly as he fell on his bottom, clutching his stomach tightly. He looked up (trying to stop the tears that were surely coming) to see a dark-skinned man that was wearing a Hawaiian shirt looking extremely pleased with himself.

"I'm not... I'm not Alfred..." Matthew wheezed out.

The man blinked in confusion. "You're not?"

"No, I'm not," he mumbled.

"You can't fool me, dammit!" he snapped, grabbing the Canadian by the front of his shirt and pulling him up so they were nose-to-nose. "You look exactly like him! Except... for..." The man's eyes widened a bit as he looked into the scared boy's eyes. They were violet.

"Who are you?" he finally asked, blinking after a second.

"I'm Matthew... his twin. C- can you please put me down?" The teen looked extremely uncomfortable, especially at being this close to the other man.

The darker one nodded and hesitantly put him back down before growling out, "Are you anything like him?"

"No way, no way, no way!" Matthew cried, waving his hands in front of his face to further state it. "Being like Alfred... ugh! I would hate that! I don't mean to sound self-centered or anything, but I'm a much better person than he is!"

The Cuban sighed and nodded. "Just the way you speak is different. All right. I'll believe you... uh... what was it again?"

"Matthew. Matthew Williams," he said, holding his hand out to the other.

"Carlos Machado," he returned, taking the hand and shaking it so much that the other young man started shaking everywhere. "Pleasure to meetcha, Matthew."

"S- s- same here," Matthew stuttered out, retracting his hand after a moment.

Carlos tilted his head slightly, staring at the boy in front of him. If he was the twin of that idiot Jones, then they would be the same age. The only real differences he could discern between the two was the fact that Matthew had violet eyes and a hair curl, whereas his older twin had blue eyes and a weird hair that stuck up.

... well, how they held themselves was different as well. Matthew looked like he had a much shyer and cuter personality, while Alfred always held himself tall and shouted loudly about things that would surely get himself into trouble. Yes... Matthew was already much better.

"Hey, so..." The Cuban scratched behind his head awkwardly. "You know... I know this great ice cream place if you wanna go get some. If your classes are all done, that is."

Was it Matthew's imagination, or was Carlos blushing? Either way, he knew he was slightly. "Yeah, m- my classes are all done with. I'll be happy to hang out with you."

"Great," the bigger man said, giving a relieved grin. "Wanna head now?"

Matthew nodded quickly. Although he had just barely received a punch to the stomach, he was willing to forget it had ever happened. He had never admitted it to anyone, but he did have a secret thing for the darker-skinned types. Gilbert was the only one he had ever considered looking at that was white.

The blond blinked in surprise and felt his face heat up. Considered looking at Gilbert? No way! There was no way that he even somewhat felt like that about the stupid Prussian! He was a drunkard pervert who didn't give a crap about anyone besides himself, and had really stinky socks! Like, seriously ew! Matthew didn't even want to think about that.

"So, Matthew... what made you pick Hetalia University?" Carlos asked as they walked down the hall together. "I mean, sure, it's an all right school, but... any specific reasons?"

"Uh..." Matthew blushed slightly and looked down. The whole "LGBT" thing was on his mind again. "Just heard that they had a pretty well rounded program for lots of things... it was somewhere where I could go with my brother and have us both get a pretty good education, eh."

Carlos gave a quick nod, trying not to be too annoyed at the mention of Alfred. "What are you planning on majoring in?"

"Food services. I wanna be a chef." Matthew warmly smiled.

"Can't picture it," Carlos said.

Matthew blinked. "Huh?"

"Can't picture you as a chef. You don't seem like the chefy type," he said.

Matthew frowned and grumbled, "That's what everyone says... I love cooking, though!"

"Well, if it's you're passion..." Carlos shrugged. "I just can't picture it happening, is all. Prove me wrong, though."

"I will!" Matthew exclaimed. "I'm going to be an amazing chef!"

Carlos laughed and patted his head. "Good luck with that."

Matthew blushed slightly at the touch, feeling kind of strange. Had he already gained a small crush on him, or was this just strong attraction? Either way, he was enjoying the time he was now spending with the other man.

Gilbert blinked as he saw Matthew walking out of the university with another man. He frowned slightly, feeling strangely annoyed at the other man. Why was he with the blond? What was he doing? Where were they going? What were they talking about? Damn him...

"Gilbert, what are you looking a... ?" Francis smiled, and turned to Antonio. "It seems we have a bit of a romance on our hands!"

"With who?" Antonio asked, blinking and tilting his head in surprise.

"Our little Gilbert is in love," Francis sighed.

The man they were talking about turned rather red and snapped at them, "Am not! I just... don't get why they're hanging out!" He pouted and folded his arms like a sullen child.

"Say what you will, I know the truth," the blond purred.

"Aww, that's so great for you! I can't wait to see what the wedding will be like!" the Spaniard exclaimed. "Who will be wearing the dress? Why, of course, it'll be Matthew, and he'll look so pretty! Not as pretty as Lovino will, but still rather pretty! It'll be beautiful, won't it, Francis? I-"

"Shut up!" Gilbert snapped again. "I don't like Matthew! I just don't trust the other guy! He looked like he wanted to eat him or something!"

"I am so sure." Francis smirked. Things were going rather well. Now if he could just get Gilbert to give up on trying to kick Matthew out, and realize what kind of things it could mean if he kept the other in...

"This ice cream is great!" Matthew exclaimed, eagerly shoving in another mouthful.

"Isn't it?" Carlos grinned. "I love it."

Matthew couldn't help but blush slightly as he continued eating it. They were sitting on a two-person table in a little ice cream shop that Carlos had randomly found earlier that week. The smaller felt like he was extremely close to the other, and he kinda liked it. He also liked being around the other man. He was much better than Gilbert.

Matthew frowned again in annoyance. Why had Gilbert come up in his mind again? The annoying albino had been doing that ever since Carlos had offered to hang out with him. It wasn't like he liked him, Matthew knew what "liking" someone felt like. This was more of just wanting to piss him off.

But how on earth would this piss the other off? Matthew frowned and spun his spoon around in his ice cream. It didn't make much sense and he didn't get it. Something was bugging him about it in the back of his mind, but he wasn't sure what it was.

"Matthew? You okay?" He blinked and looked up, seeing the other man's concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Matthew said, giving a little smile. "Just... just thinking about my stupid roommate."

"Your roommate? What's he like?" Carlos sucked on his spoon, to which Matthew giggled before speaking.

"He's an awful person. Like, you think my brother's bad? This guy's a thousand times worse. He's messy, he's always drunk, he constantly curses, he's always making out with somebody or other, like my scary cousin, and, worst of all, he's never tried maple syrup!" Matthew sighed in frustration. "He's just an all-around terrible person. I mean, how can you not have tried maple syrup?"

Carlos stared. "Wow. He does sound awful. Want me to beat him up for you or something?"

"A- ah, no! That would be bad! I- I mean, he's awful, but I can handle him just fine! I don't need anyone's help." Matthew scraped around the bowl, taking in the last bite he would get of the ice cream.

"Are you sure?" Carlos looked worried again.

Matthew blushed slightly, touched at his concern. "Y- yes... you don't need to worry about me. I can handle idiots just fine."

"Well..." The Cuban pulled his phone out of his pocket. "If you ever need someone to, I'll be there for you. Can I get your number?"

Matthew turned even pinker, pulling out his own phone and stuttering out his number. Carlos inputted it into his phone, took a picture of the embarrassed Canadian, and then gave said Canadian his own number. The blond, shyly smiling, hugged his phone to his chest.

Today had been a pretty good day.

A/N- WHAT DA- CUBA X CANADA WTF IS THIS CRAP. Yeah, I've never written this pairing before, so don't get mad at me if I failed at it. Heck, I've never even read a fanfic about them. lol PruCan OCDness for the win! XD;; Hnnggghhh, I wanna introduce Arthur and THAT character already... I WANT ZEM NAOW.

Hetalia isn't mine, and I thank you guys for the reviews, favorites, and alerts~! They mean a lot to me! ;u; Oh, and, uh, also... should I call this story a humor one? It's not very funny for one of my stories, but it is a little bit...