England was worried very very worried. He knew the Nordics had found out about the little Canada, Vinland issue. He angrily tapped his foot as he waited for France. Who cares about those Nordic countries if Norway had raised Vinland they would have had even more Viking problems than they already had. He huffed not that Canada wasn't already barbaric enough with France's influences. He knew that The boy couldn't know. He just couldn't. it would cause him a heart attack, no, Canada was to fragile to handle such a revelation. England ignored the fear in his chest he would not let this turn into a revolution kind of incident. France would not be able to handle it.

"Angleterre I have made it. Got all our bags and everything." Frances high energy voice entered the hallway.

"Good! You kept me waiting." England said as he rolled his eyes at France's flamboyant behavior.

"Let us get our darling Matthieu. And get out of here."

Ah yes that was the plan. The quick emergency plan to invite Matthew to England's house for the holidays and to leave before any Nordic could infect him with their knowledge.

He sighed and turned to knock on Canada's door.

——-

Canada looked exhausted but gave them a hopeful smile.

"Good morning what are you all doing here?"

England returned his smile with a tight British attempt at cheer.

"Well me and France are heading out but we were wondering if you would like to join us for the holidays early this year." He said with a relish.

For a moment Matthew looked shocked and maybe even happy but then he remembered.

"Oh I can't I promised it would go to Denmark's house before Christmas but I can't wait to see you guys at Al's party." He said.

England grin tightened into a frown.

"But Matthieu we really want you to come. Why do you even want to go to those nations homes. You don't even know them." France said reaching out and grabbing Canada's shoulder.

"I...Well.. you see. They are my friends and."

"Why would you want to be friends with them!?" France look over to England with a plea for him to back him up.

"Yes you know they barely have ever noticed you. You should just come with us and everything will be fine." England added.

"They probably won't miss you anyway." France preened.

"But I.." Canada tried to intervene.

"This is your fault. You know that England. Trying to make friends with people who don't like you." France seemed more angry than Canada had ever seen him.

"But they do like me.?" Canada whispered watching the two began a whole new fight.

"STOP." A voice rang out coming up between them.

Canada looked up to see a wall of Swedish muscle in front of him.

France and England stared at the giant.

"Canada already sa'd no." Sweden hammered. "H' is st'ying with us. S' get out of here. B'fore I call Finland. You d'nt want to see h'm again do ya England."

He then gently grabbed Canada's arm and led him away. "Com' on.."

England watched as the two left.

"France."

"Yes Angleterre."

"We are screwed." He finished.

———-

Canada was in a complete confused state. His brain wasn't quite realizing what had just happened. He had know idea how he ended up in Sweden's and Finland's empty hotel room.

Sweden crouched down next to him.

"You ok?" He asked.

Canada looked into concerned blue eyes. He felt so weird and defeated just so tired.

"I...no." Canada gripped the strings on his red hoodie. "I don't think I have been okay for a long time." He sniffed.

Sweden just gazed at him curiously.

"I have been wanting to spend time with them this whole week. And when they finally notice me it ends in a fight every time." Canada just couldn't take it anymore. "Just what the hell is wrong with me. What am I doing wrong?" He saw Sweden handing him a tissue. Funny, he didn't realize he had started crying. "It feels like I have living in just a grey void and I can't ever get out. I want to talk to Alfred but he is way too busy making sure World War III doesn't end up happening. All I have done this week is probably be annoying to all you Nordics and..I just so not okay." He brought his knees to his chest and Sweden's heart lurched. Canada looked so much like a young Norway at that moment. Sweden reached around and wrapped Canada in a hug.

Canada turned red. It was an awkward time getting a hug from the Swede but it was also warmer than he had felt in a long time.

"You ar' not ev'r annoy'ng." Sweden said. "You ar' so loved. You h've no idea."

Canada just buried his head in Sweden's sweater.

"I don't feel loved. I just feel used." He cried.

Sweden's arms tightened as he heard the door open behind him. It was Finland.

"What going on oh!" Finland saw Canada crying. He ran over to them. And surrounded Canada with another pair of arms.

"Berwald what happened" there was a dangerous edge to Finland voice. Sweden just glanced at Canada listening to his sobs lessening. "Th'y were fighting in front of h'm again. It was bad. I g't involved."

"He didn't get hurt. Did they hurt him?" Finland started rubbing circles on Canada's back he whispered soothing words to the nation.

"N't physically. Just h's heart." Sweden murmured.

Finland looked Sweden in the eye still cradling a now asleep Canada.

"This ends now. Go get Norway."

Sweden nodded leaving Finland watching Canada's tired form.