He was going to do it, he was going to tell Alfred how he felt. After years of pining, he was going to tell him. Nothing was probably going to happen between them, even if Alfred wasn't disgusted; Alfred loved Arthur, and they weren't going to break up. Matthew realized that and had accepted it. The Canadian needed this weight off his chest, even if Alfred never looked at him the same again.

As he walked briskly, he entered the meeting building and approached the group of nations lounging around and waiting for the meeting to start.

Ah! There was Alfred, and Arthur was nowhere in sight. "Good job, Kumajujube." Was whispered under his breath. He started in Alfred's direction, determined. Francis, standing off to a corner caught his eye before the Frenchman left. Matthew wanted to follow him, but he had come here for a reason.

He walked up to his brother and cleared his throat. His brother continued talking to Denmark and Prussia, although Gilbert turned to acknowledge Matthew. Gilbert knew about Matthew's feelings towards Alfred since Matthew had tried to date Gilbert because he was similar to Alfred. It didn't work out; Gilbert could only be someone's center of attention, and Matthew's quietness aggravated him sometimes.

Matthew cleared his throat and tapped on Alfred's shoulder but he didn't turn until he realized that both Matthias and Gilbert were looking at something behind him. Alfred turned around quickly, hand on the gun that he had forced the other countries to agree to let him carry even in meetings.

Alfred's eyebrows scrunched together and he looked like a confused puppy as he looked behind him. "There isn't anything here, what are you two staring at?" He asked Matthias.

"It's your Storebror," Matthias replied smiling, oblivious to how sad it was for Alfred not to notice his brother. Alfred turned back to Matthew and stared hard for a minute until...

"MATTIE BRO TWIN DUDE BRO LIL BROOOOOOOO! WHERE'D YOU COME FROM!" He yelled, glomping Matthew. Matthew laughed tiredly and he didn't seem to be as flustered when Alfred touched him.

Matthew pushed Alfred off and straightened, drawing up his courage. "Alfie, I..." love you. Say it. I don't want to. "I..." can't. "I don't love you."


Francis sat on his chair at the meeting table, he had bribed Gilbert to swap spots so he wouldn't have to sit next to his ancien amant (former lover). He had been sitting next to Antonio and Lovino while glaring bitterly a the oblivious, blessed, american when Mathieu had come in. He had looked determined and as absolument magnifique as he ever had. His ancien amant had been walking towards the nation Francis had been glaring at. Francis had fled to the meeting room after catching those corruscating orbs. He hadn't wanted to watch Mathieu fawn over his frère.

Everyone had come in about ten minutes after he had and the meeting was underway. Germany, for THE FIRST TIME EVER, had asked for Mathieu's opinion. Normally Francis would be celebrt=ating this with Mathieu, he would be ECSTATIC, but Francis was feeling salty towards the Canadian today and decided to throw some shade.

"Don't ask him about global matters. The only one that matters to him is his brother, he merely humours the rest of us." Francis hissed.

Mathieu looked at him, betrayed. "I do care!"

"OH REALLY?!" Francis could feel himself getting really worked up really fast, but GOD DAMNIT! HE LOVED HIM SO MUCH! "Because CARING is NOT LEADING SOMEONE ON! You know, I would have been fine if you had just let me down slowly, BUT NO, YOU LEAD ME ON JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT SOMEONE TO WANT YOU!' He knew he should probably stop, they were in a world meeting, and he was revealing a lot. But he just. couldn't. stop. "Did it ever occur to you that I want to be wanted? Why would you say yes to me if you still loved him? Why would you force yourself? WHY?"

"I DIDN"T WANT TO HURT YOUR FEELINGS!" Mathieu cried, clearly trying and struggling to come up with an answer.

Francis thought that that response was stupid, "WHAT ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS?"

"THEY DON"T MATTER! I DON'T MATTER TO ME AS MUCH AS YOU!" There Mathieu went. Normally the deprecating would make Francis sad, but today? Today he was MAD.

"WHY DO I MATTER MORE?"

"BECAUSE I LOV-" Mathieu stopped. "I love you," he whispered. Francis almost believed that Mathieu was realizing his feelings. Almost.

"Stop lying and confess to the one you really love. And for what it's worth, all I really want is for you to love yourself." He turns and walks out the door, elegantly, beautifully, tragically.