Here's chapter 12! I got nothing to say! hope you like it! ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or it's characters.

"What do you mean you forgot where I lived?" Matthew growled into the phone, glaring at the wall.

Alfred's voice sounded nervous when he spoke over the phone. "Ehehe . . . sorry? Come on Mattie; just tell me! And while you're at it e-mail it to everyone else too! I bet they all forgot too!"

Matthew growled again and went over to his computer, pulling up a simple map and sending it to everyone. "You get it yet?" He asked shortly.

"Yay! Thanks Mattie! See ya soon bro!"

Matthew heard a small click, he sighed and hung up his phone. For the love of god, would it kill everyone to remember where he lived for once? Even his own brother forgot. Especially when it was his brother who had suggested that the next meeting be at Mathew's house. The meeting at Germany's went . . . surprisingly smoothly for once. He only hoped this one went by as smoothly. But just in case . . .

Canada, do you mind helping if things get out of hand?

Okay, anything you got in mind?

Well it'd help if they could actually hear me . . .

. . . . . . pfft, okay. I get the picture. X)

Thanks. ^_^

Matthew didn't think things would get too out of hand but it never hurt to be prepared. Plus, he wasn't entirely sure what to make of what Russia had said that time, surprisingly he hadn't shown up to the meeting at Germany's. Belarus' words had been, 'Big brother is "taking care" of a few things before the next meeting" ^_^'

Matthew really didn't want to know what she had meant.

Several hours later:

"Bloody frog!"
"But mon Angleterre! Won't you just liste-"

"Hey! Stop messing with Iggy!"

"Aniki~!"

"Aiyaa~! Get off me Korea aruuu!"

"But mon Angleterre, don't you know wha-"

"Francis leave Iggy alone!"

"Brother, marry me!"

"Nooo, go away Natalya!"

"Vee~ I want some pasta!"

"After the meeting Italy."

"Mon Amérique! Are you unaware of what tomorrow is?"

"Don't tell my brother when he can have pasta you bastard!"

"Aw, you're so cute Romano~!"

"Chigiii, don't touch the curl!"

"Eh~ Brother you're really red."

"Why should we care what tomorrow is bloody frog?"

Matthew sat quietly listening to all the bickering; of everyone here Papa was being the loudest. He thought for a moment, what was tomorrow?

He wasn't sure, the months had passed quickly, all he knew was that it was sometime around summer. Which made him very wary because Russia hadn't talked to him since the meeting at Russia's house.

"Angleterre! Shame on you all! How could you forget what tomorrow is?"

"It's not one of your stupid holidays is it frog?"

"Non! Are you really unaware? We must all be extra careful around La Russie* tomorrow!"

"Why? Just spit it out already you frog?"

"Mon cher Arthur, tomorrow is July 17th!" Francis shouted loudly.

The entire room went silent instantly, everyone freezing where they were except for Russia.

Before Matthew could even fully register the words, Russia had Francis pinned up against the wall with his pipe pressed to Francis' throat; barely letting him breathe. Russia grinned at Francis; his smiled wide and unstable. "We do not talk about that day, da?"

Francis nods quickly; he had forgotten Russia was in the room. How, he was not sure.

"I have not been too pleased with you lately. Maybe I should fix that, da?" Russia asks, a dark freaky aura around him.

"Hey! Get off him damn commie!"

"Russia! Don't kill the frog!"

"Mon cher, you care!"

"Git! If anyone gets to kill you I want to do it!"
"That's mean Angleterre."

"Vee~ Why is Russia hurting France?"

Several countries tried to get Russia away from Francis but they were all failing miserably; it didn't help that Belarus was acting as a bodyguard for him either, blocking the path to help Francis.

Matthew mentally smacked himself; how had they forgotten tomorrow was July 17th? And it wasn't just one country either! Everyone had forgot, except for Francis.

"Shall we play, da? I wonder how you would look with your head smashed in?"

"Hey everyone."

"That will kill him you bloody moron!"

"Nyet, it will take much more to do that. I will enjoy this."

"Guys, stop it."

"Mon dieu! Je ne souhaite pas mourir encore!"

"Too bad for you, da?"

"Aniki~!"

"Korea aruuuuu!"

"Vee~ Why is he talking about killing people?

"Oi! West, let's go get beers!"

"Russia you bloody moron, stop trying to kill him"

"Guys, stop fighting . . . "

"Mon dieu!"

"Hold still, da?"

"CHIGII, stop touching my curl Antonio!"

"But you're so cute Romano~!"

He'd been ignored again. Matthew sighed; he had had enough of all of this. France was going to get himself killed soon.

"Bastard!"

"Mon dieu! Pas le visage!"

"Bloody frog!"

"Come play with me da? Stay still."

"Non! Non!"

"WOULD EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP?"

Everyone except Francis and Russia turned and looked at the Canadian holding a megaphone.

"Hey! Mattie~ that's mine!" Alfred protested with a pout. "Give it ba-" Matthew shot him such a vicious glare that Alfred decided it would be wise to be quiet for once. "Never mind . . . "

Matthew turned his gaze to the corner where Russia currently had Francis cornered.

"Russia. Stop now." He commanded, walking forward, dropping to the megaphone.

"Нет. I do not think I will, da." Russia replied not even glancing at him. "You can do nothing to stop Russia, da." He lifted up his pipe and swung it down at Francis head.

AN: I bet you hate my cliffhanger, da? X3 Sorry~! That's all you get for this chapter!

Just fyi, July 17th=Russian revolution, or more specifically the day when the last Czar and his family were all murdered.

Au revoir!

JWR