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Translations: Fratello = Italian for 'brother'

Grazie = Italian for 'Thank you'

Canada grumbled, trying to squirm out of his current spot with no success.

"Alfred, let me go!" Matthew wheezed out, gasping again when two strong arms simply wrapped around him tighter, almost squeezing his breath out, "I-I don't understand you!" The Canadian mumbled, feeling a bit of comfort when Kumajirou crawled over and nuzzled at his legs.

"Well, I don't understand any of this!" America said with frustration, and simply pulled Canada closer to him (while ignoring his Canadian brother's quiet protests), "Tell me, Mattie," Alfred said in a serious hard tone, looking Matthew straight in the eye, "Just why does everyone suddenly want to be your friend?"

Canada thought he felt his heart stop beating, "W-what are you talking about?" Matthew stuttered, desperately wishing the warmth in his cheeks would go away, "There are many nations who still don't know who I am." Matthew muttered a bit bitterly, and stopped his struggling to get out of Alfred's grip.

"Italy didn't know who the hell you were only a week ago, and now he suddenly wants to teach you to make pasta?" America frowned, "It's just... weird, I think." The American shrugged.

He didn't like it because it meant Mattie paid less attention to him!

"Alfred, you should just go back to your room," Canada sighed, completely unsure of America had just suddenly barged into his room at night, pushed two beds together, and pretty much deprived him of precious oxygen, "And does it really matter if I'm making new friends?" He pretty much whispered, not exactly too comfortable when his face was smothered into America's bare chest.

"Hell no! I gotta protect you from Italy, now!" America snorted, smirking a bit when he tugged lightly on that long hair-curl that stuck out from the rest of Canada's unruly blond hair. As expected, Matthew gave a slight whimper into his chest while his body shuddered, panting roughly, "I don't like how he's using this as his little experiment, now!"

"Ngggh...!" Canada tried to answer, but it only came out as a ragged moan. He wasn't sure why, but Italy seemed to find it as his new hobby to pull on his hair-curl, looking at his reactions with interest, "A-Alfred, just go to sleep!" The Canadian cried out, finally finding enough strength to shove himself away from America.

Matthew huffed, and rolled over to his other side, grumbling a bit when Alfred simply pulled him back, "It's got something to do with that book, doesn't it?" America whispered into Canada's ear, not really noticing when Matthew went rigid at his statement, "I mean, I see you reading it like all the time!"

'Is Alfred following me?!' Canada thought with a bit of irritation, "So, I like to read!" The blond Canadian muttered, sweating nervously as he tried to convince his brother to forget about the little black book.

"Tch, something you inherited from England," America rolled his eyes, "Man, you really should've come with me back then."

"And what?! Become 'American-held Canada'? No, just no..." Matthew shuddered differently this time because he knew that could have happened back then.

He liked being his own country...

America pouted, "Mattiiie ~ is the thought of being one with me so bad?!" The American said lowly and rather seductively into Canada's ear, causing him to stiffen even more with an epic blush on his already warm cheeks.

"You're starting to sound like Russia." Canada muttered, snickering when America loudly protested to that. The Canadian kept on snickering, but immediately stopped at Alfred's next statement.

"Mattie, you're the only one who I would ever allow to live with me at my house." America said in a perfectly serious voice, cuddling up closer into his brother's back.

Canada wasn't exactly sure what to say or even how to respond to that, "...Just go to sleep, Alfred."

Nation # 21 Italy (South) (Lovino Vargas) ~ Francis' notes...

Special kinks/turn on's – (The Italian is obsessed with tomatoes) – He is much like his brother when it comes to tomatoes and pasta. Ahh ~ it is such a shame that I have not seduced Romano either, however, Antonio will not allow me any where near him. If I go anywhere near Lovino, Antonio will turn into his Conquistador self ~ oohh, and that makes me hot for him. Besides, Lovino avoids me much like mon Matthieu did when I first found him in the New World...

Canada shivered when he closed the book, swallowing nothing, 'Conquistador Spain, huh?' Matthew thought, remembering how Cuba told him just how... frightening Spain could be, especially back in the day when it came to South America. He sure did hope that Spain wouldn't mind if he went near South Italy...

'But, I have to do it. It can't be any worse than Belarus.' The Canadian shivered even more as he thought of Natalya, but then let out a deep breath. Romano was usually near Italy complaining about Germany. And Italy was usually in the kitchen making pasta, so finding him wouldn't be too hard.

'And this will also be a little experiment to see if Italy can remember me, too,' Matthew quickly made his way to the kitchen, brightening up when he was correct in his assumption. Both Italy and Romano were there, making some sort of Italian food by the smell of it, 'Here goes!' Canada took in another deep breath, and then slowly approached the Italian brothers.

North Italy was rather quick to spot him, unlike Romano, "Ve ~ Matteo! Do you want to learn how to make pasta now?" Feliciano asked, though Lovino was looking at his brother strangely.

"Who the hell are you talking to?!" Romano asked rather rudely, looking around only to spot no one, "You didn't add enough tomatoes, idiot!"

Canada sighed, seeing that his invisibility effect was still working as Romano could see right through him, "Yes, that would be nice, Feliciano." Matthew smiled sweetly, gaining an equally sweet and blissful smile in return.

It was then when Romano seemed to finally notice Canada, "Fuck! Where the hell did you come from?!" South Italy widened his green eyes as the Canadian seemed to appear out of no where, "And who the hell are you?!"

"Fratello ~ this is Matteo! He is Canada, America's brother!" Italy said loudly, grabbing at Canada's arm and dragging him over to them, "Ve ~ look, look! He even has one like us!" Feliciano grabbed Matthew's hair-curl once again, gaining that interesting reaction from the Canadian.

Romano blinked his green eyes, watching Canada pant with intent eyes. His slightly tanned cheeks grew red a moment later, realising how pretty the mystery nation looked with clouded blue-violet eyes and flushed cheeks...

'Damn it!' South Italy cursed mentally, berating himself for thinking so weirdly. But now that he actually looked at the other nation closely, he could see he was somewhat recognisable. It was so long ago, but that bastard France had brought his new colony, Canada, to show Spain once – he had just been there as an on-looker, but he could remember...

"Ve ~ you add this spice, it gives it flavour!" Feliciano smiled widely at the Canadian, showing him what to add to the tomato sauce they were currently cooking up. South Italy quickly snapped out of his thoughts, grumbling slightly as he came to oversee his brother and the other nation. He didn't complain because this Canada didn't seem to be much of a threat or a pervert or anything like that.

"I should teach you to make something with maple," Canada smiled at Italy's curious look, "Maple is only the best flavouring out there!" Matthew said with a passion that made Italy giggle.

"You... you were raised by France, weren't you?" Romano muttered, looking away uncomfortably when Canada blinked at him, "Why the hell aren't you a pervert, too?!" Lovino blinked when Matthew seemed to blush in embarrassment.

"England raised me for the majority of my life," Canada muttered, "And I don't think I could ever be like France in that way." The Canadian could never see himself going around and groping everyone (though, he probably could get away with it because of his invisibility effect).

"Then," South Italy cleared his throat, looking away in his own embarrassment, "Tell the damn French bastard to stay away from me and Veneciano!" Lovino grit his teeth when he felt his cheeks burn hotly at Canada's smile.

"Sure, I'll tell him that," Matthew stated, seeing that he was getting to Southern Italy without even mentioning tomatoes or pasta. It was kind of a relief because it would be just odd to bring up that topic of conversation out of nowhere.

"Matteo ~ you should come out with us tonight! Fratello and I were going to try out some pasta restaurants!" Italy butt himself in the conversation, causing Romano to mutter a curse under his breath and break his rather intent gaze from the Canadian's pretty eyes. Matthew only smiled cluelessly, agreeing with a passion that matched Feliciano.

"Ah ~ I didn't expect you three to be together!"

An accented voice broke the conversation, causing the nations to turn around, only to meet France and America with the latter was eying Canada's and Italy's close position rather tensely.

Italy was rather clueless to France's practical eye-humping, both neither Canada and Romano were oblivious to it, "And I see Antonio is not around!" Francis stated, eying Lovino much more interested than usual simply because he really never had access to Romano (unlike his Canada and Italy).

"Run, I'll distract him," Canada muttered to Romano, who looked like a bristled cat at France's presence. Lovino blinked in surprise at Matthew, blushed slightly, and took off quickly before Francis could hit on him.

"Papa!" Canada greeted, preparing himself for any groping that would probably occur, though it didn't really happen because America, while whistling casually, just so happened to bump into the pot of tomato sauce on 'accident', causing it to spill all over France's nice white clothing.

"Whoops!" Alfred snickered, smirking as he achieved his goal of getting Francis away from his beloved little brother, "You had better go change that, France!" The American immaturely stuck his tongue out at France, who was alternating between eying his stained clothing and glaring at him.

"Sorry 'bout that, Italy!" Alfred grinned at the oblivious nation, who simply shook his head with a wide and blissful smile on his face.

"It's okay, Alfredo! I'll just make some more!" Feliciano simply said, and got to work while America 'escorted' Canada from the kitchen, quickly leaving France behind.

"Now I'll have to watch both Italies, too?!" America muttered under his breath as Canada simply sighed, rolling his eyes.

However, his slight disappointment at America's interruption was quickly dissolved as soon as he arrived at his room.

Kumajirou was sitting on his bed, sniffing at a small basket. Matthew blinked, looking at it curiously while observing the contents and reading the small note as soon as Alfred was distracted. The note was rather short, but it got to the point.

'Grazie,

From, Romano.'

Inside the small basket was a small batch of tomatoes.

And for the rest of the night, America wondered why Canada had that large smile on his face...