When Chase walked into the office the next morning at nine, he was shocked to see the light on in House's office.

'Maybe he forgot to turn it off when he left last night?' Chase thought as he opened the door to shut the light.

Chase got the shock of his life when he was met with the sight of an exhausted looking House sleeping in his armchair with his legs propped up on the footrest. Chase felt his mouth drop and for a moment or two the only thing he could do was stare at his sleeping boss with incredulity.

Finally, Chase caught of flicker of movement in his peripheral vision that jump started him into action. Foreman and Chase were walking down the hallway and as they walked up the office door, Chase ran to open it.

"Guys," Chase whispered loudly to them.

Both Foreman and Cameron looked at him as if he had just come into the office wearing a tutu while declaring his undying love for all things American.

"Uh, what?" Foreman humored him as he set his briefcase and his coffee down on the conference table. Cameron followed suit.

"House is in his office," Chase told them, his voice still in a whisper.

This had gotten the other two's attention and Foreman immediately stretched his neck to look at House's desk.

"No, he's not," Foreman whispered back.

"He's sleeping!" Chase insisted, pointing in the general direction of the armchair.

Both Cameron and Foreman exchanged a look with each other and they all walked quietly up to the glass door to look inside.

"Woah," Cameron said as they spied on their boss. "He was here all night? I wonder why?"

"I know, right?" Chase said. "Our patients not even dying or anything."

"Who the hell knows what goes on in his head," Foreman said shrugging indifferently.

"Sooo..." Cameron started. "Who wants to wake him up?"

This time it was Chase and Foreman turn to exchange a knowing look and the two of them rushed back to the conference table.

"Cowards!" she whispered/yelled at them.

Foreman ignored her, but Chase simply shrugged.

"You like him," Chase explained to her in his 'I'm so logical' tone of voice. "Therefore, you should be the one to do it."

"Yeah, besides, you're the one who suggested it in the first place," Foreman said with a chuckle. "Just don't complain if you get burned by the sleeping dragon."

Cameron huffed at the two of them and quietly opened the door. Cameron tip-toed her way over to House and carefully poked him in the shoulder.

"House," she whispered.

When he only grunted, she poked him in the shoulder again except harder.

"House!"

House grunted and lifted his head up. He blinked a few times to clear the sleep from his brain and looked up to see his sole female duckling. He squinted at her and looked out the window to see daylight.

"What time is it?" he asked as he moved his feet of the arm chair so that he could sit up and rub at his sleep filled eyes.

"It's nine in the morning," Cameron told him softly.

House picked his head up to squint at her again and sighed. He picked at his day old clothes.

"I'm going to change into my spare clothes. Go make coffee," House told her and for once Cameron didn't complain.

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When House walked back into his office wearing fresh clothes he blinked when he saw the extra occupant sitting in one of the conference room chairs.

"Who are you?" House asked as he made his way towards the coffee machine to pour himself a cup.

"U-um," he heard a whispery voice stutter.

House turned his head to look at the man sitting in the chair nearest to the door. He was young looking, late teens to early twenties, with bright blonde, wavy hair that had one stubborn curl sticking out from the top. His eyes (were they purple too?) were framed by a pair of old fashioned gold specs and he was wearing a rather bland looking brown suit.

All in all, House labeled him as 'uninteresting', although he had a feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. It was just a feeling though. House interrupted the man from another whispery stuttering fit and simply addressed his minions.

"Who's he?"

Cameron gave him a disgusted look and patted the man on the back. House rolled his eyes and gagged on the inside.

'Spare me the sympathy parade, Mother Theresa' is what he wanted to say, but he'd knew that he'd never get an answer out of her otherwise and neither Foreman nor Chase looked interested enough in the proceedings to humor him. Instead he nodded his head at Cameron, encouraging her to answer him. He leaned back against the counter, sipping his coffee, as he studied the shy looking man.

"This is Matthew," Cameron said as if she was introducing House to a twelve year old. It looked like this guy picked up on that too if his twitching eyebrow was any source of indication.

"Oh?" House said mockingly. "Matthew who?"

'Matthew' twitched again after this statement, curiously enough, but he sighed and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"Matthew Williams," he told House, his voice a little louder this time.

"That's nice, but what are you doing here?" House asked, getting straight to the point.

"I'm the representative for Canada," he explained. "I'm here to pick up Ivan."

"Well, the Canada thing explains a lot," House said to rile him up a bit.

It worked a little bit, but not too well. He was harder to annoy than Wilson on a good day which House found fairly impressive, but ultimately the man still came off as boring as a bunch of rocks.

"So you're friends with our boy Ivan?" House asked.

Williams shrugged and twiddled his thumbs a bit.

"Kind of. We play hockey together every once in a while and we've known each other for a long time."

"Spend a lot of time in the tundra do yo-" House cut himself off as he stared at the boy in front of him.

Although his underlings looked startled when House had abruptly stopped talking, House ignored them and looked at the man before him with a new sense of realization. Why hadn't he seen it before?

"Uhh, Dr. House?" the boy asked meekly, not used this much attention being focused on him, especially from someone so...intense (America didn't count).

"You've known him for a long time?" House asked his eyes not leaving the other for a second.

"Uh, yeah?" Matthew answered tentatively.

"Come into my office," House ordered as he ignored his ducklings that were still asking him what was going on.

House closed the door behind Matthew and closed the blinds so that the other three wouldn't be able to spy on the two of them. He then gestured for Matthew to sit in the chair opposite his desk, which he did, and House settled down into his own chair and took another sip of coffee.

"I had a little chat with Ivan last night," House got straight to the point. The other twitched a bit at this.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," House continued. "I found out that he wasn't human when his heart popped out of his chest and he popped it back in and said 'whoops'."

This time Matthew choked on his spit and looked at House with large 'deer-caught-in-the-headlight' eyes.

"uh, really? Wow, that's-uh, that's something," Matthew stuttered.

"He also implied that he's a hell of a lot older then he seems to be and something tells me that you are too. Care to enlighten me a little?" House asked as he took another sip. He had this intimidation thing down.

Matthew stopped stuttering and looked at his incredulously.

"Enlighten you?" Matthew asked.

House gave him an annoyed look. So much for quick answers.

"Yeah, enlighten."

"Well, I can't do that," he told him, looking his most authoritative since House had first seen him. It wasn't much though.

"Why not?" House didn't whine at the blonde.

"Well, I can't. I mean you have to-"

"What? Figure it out for myself? Yeah, Ivan already told me that," House scoffed.

"Do all you weirdos work for that World summit thing too? I've already met a bunch of you now. You, Ivan, the Ukraine chick, that psycho Belarus chick, the ditzy Spanish guy, the loud Italian, the-" yet again House cut himself off.

"How old are you?" House asked him suddenly.

Matthew looked startled by the sudden inquiry.

"W-what?"

"I already know that you're older than you look, probably older than I look. Can't you tell me how old you are? When's your birthday?"

"Well, my birthday is July 1st, but-"

"Canada Day?" House asked.

Matthew blinked at him in surprise.

"Um, y-yeah. How did you-"

"How old are you? C'mon," House urged him as he leaned over his desk to stare at him.

Canada was unnerved by the man's piercing eyes. They were bluer than America's (which Canaada had thought was impossible) and yet again he felt his resolve wilting in the face of the man's intense stare. He really wasn't used to this kind of thing.

"I guess, around 5-400 years, give or take," Canada mumbled, hiding his eyes.

House looked like Christmas had come early and Santa had gotten him a bunch of hookers wearing vicoden underwear.

"Would that be 500-ish as in when Jacques Cartier first explored Canada for France or more 400-ish as in when Samuel de Champlain arrived in 1603 and established the first permanent settlements like Port Royal and Quebec City?" House asked like he was reciting from a textbook.

Canada's mouth flopped up and down uselessly as he stared at the man in front of him. Why were all of Alfred's citizens so annoying?

"Um..."

"Am I right?" House's eyes were brighter than ever and Canada could barely stand to look at them.

"The second one I guess," Canada mumbled.

"Shit!" House exclaimed as he set his coffee down on his desk, a huge smile on his face. "You're Canada! Or something like that! It adds up!"

House spun in his chair while Canada looked rather depressed. Arthur was going to yell at him, he just knew it. Whenever he actually *wanted* to be invisible, it never worked.

"Um, yeah..."

House looked at the blonde in front of him again.

"That's means Ivan is Russia right? And his 'older sister' is the Ukraine. Which makes sense when you think about it since Kiev was first founded by the Russ waaay before they founded Moscow," House rambled gleefully.

Canada groaned and let his head thump down onto the desk.

"Oh My God! I have so many 'In Russia' jokes I want to tell," House commented wistfully. "It'll have twice as much impact now."

Canada shuddered as he stared with amazement at the fearless man. Any other would never even dream about making that kind of joke to Russia, but here this man was planning it! It was probably because he was American...

"How about this one? In America, you destroy life," House went on. "In Soviet Russia, life destroys you."

House laughed, but Canada stared at the man in horror.

"Are you crazy? Or do you just want a lead pipe to the head," Canada asked rather dryly.

"I'm joking," House said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Go check out your Russia and tell him I figured it out."

Canada was a little shocked when he was dismissed with the wave of a hand. When was this guy going to act normal?

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" Canada asked him sternly. House snorted.

"Do you really think anyone will believe me? They only trust my medical opinion around here," House retorted. "Pretty much everyone thinks I'm nuts, this would only prove it."

Canada raised an eyebrow, but sighed in relief. He got the feeling that he was telling the truth. He could certainly see what their reasoning might be for thinking of him like that anyway.

"Well... bye then," Canada waved at him as he left from House's office to go to Russia's room. Russia had specifically asked him to come get him BEFORE visiting hours officially started. Canada had experience with crazy siblings so he didn't question why.

House watched the young man (well, young looking man) leave and he shook his head again. He was just too good.

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Yay! Just one more chapter to go! I'm so happy~ I hope House was ok in this scene. He strikes me as the guy who would know that kind of random crap so I hope it sounded alright.

Don't worry though, you'll get to see Russia one last time before the end~ Maybe some others too~