A/n: Here is a short update after all of the long ones I've been pumping out.
I realised I need this:
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters written about in this story. The story you are reading is pure Fan Fiction
-OwO-
Matthew woke up to find himself yet again in a strange room, on a bed with Arthur sitting next to him; only this time he sat on the side of the bed rather than a chair.
He must have felt Matthew shift as he turned and looked at the boy.
"Good morning Matthew," was all he said with a rather serious look upon his face. The two sat and stared at each other until Matthew decided to get off the bed. He looked around the room and heard Arthur get up as well.
It wasn't long until the headache began to settle in. He had barely raised his hand to his head when Arthur grabbed his arm and lead him out of the room.
The two sat in the kitchen in silence. Matthew looked up at Arthur and said the only good conversation starter he could think of. "Arthur, why do I keep getting these headaches?"
Matthew stared at him with intent, hoping for an answer but instead got a question in return.
"Where did you find that book, Matthew? And why did you think it was a good idea to take, let alone read, the thing?"
Matthew gave a sigh of frustration before grumbling his answer. "I found it in the library and I thought it was just a joke or something."
He looked up at Arthur who returned a look that said for him to go on.
"After I read the thing, it worked and I knew you would tell me not to do it again so I hid the book in my room to try the fire thing again later."
Arthur looked at him disapprovingly before saying to him in a serious tone, "Of course I'd tell you not to do it again! Do you know how much danger you put yourself in?" Matthew felt hurt by his words and the rebellious part of him answered. "No I didn't. Did you?"
Arthur looked taken back by his words, but Matthew continued. "I don't really understand who I am even. I'm only a kid and four years old at that, yet I think and look like a twelve year old. I don't have any family and I don't know what to do with myself after this."
The room went silent and Matthew, who was almost in tears, asked Arthur. "Who am I?"
For some reason, after the words left his mouth, he felt a headache strike at his mind and he grunted in pain as Arthur got up and walked over to him. It didn't hurt as much as the last few so he pressed on and almost yelling, asked the question again. "Who am I!?"
'I'm Canada'
Matthew stopped. It was the voice he had heard in the bedroom.
He stood up and began to look around the kitchen for the voice's whereabouts. "Who's Canada? And who are you?" He called out to the air around him.
"Matthew who are you talking to?"
Matthew looked up at the Brit who was giving him a questioning look. He then looked down and waited for the headache to pass before replying. "I don't know."
He finally broke down, leaning into Arthur's chest as he let the tears fall silently. All the while Arthur embraced him and rubbed his back gently. They stayed like that for some time until the older nation spoke up.
"Why don't we go out this afternoon?"
Matthew looked up and sniffled.
"We'll go out for lunch and there I'll answer what I can of your questions," Arthur finished and gave him a brotherly look and smile. Matthew took a step out of the embrace and whipped his tears. "Ya," he said. "I think I'd like that."
-OwO-
Arthur watched Matthew go up the stairs to get his shoes and coat. He realised that the memories of the house must have been putting stress on him and thought it would be a good idea to get him out and away from it for a bit. When Matthew got back, he looked rather confused. "Hey Arthur?"
"Hmm?" was the response he gave as he reached for a coat.
"Didn't I set my room on fire yesterday?"
Arthur dropped his coat. He had forgotten that Mint Bunny and the others had cleaned the room so now he had some explaining to do.
"Well you see," he said trying to sound natural, "I called in some friends and they cleaned it up for us." He seemed rather satisfied with the answer he had given until Matthew asked another question. "Would those friends have something to do with a green rabbit with wings or a small unicorn?"
While trying to put his coat on Britain realised that this was going to be a long lunch.
