Hello, 13charlotte here; no I didn't die I promise! Sorry for my inconsistent updates but life hates me so yeah…. Review or die. Warning this chapter contains sassy Canada and a clueless America.

Canada was sat on the couch glued to his phone and texting his best friend (who never ever forgets his existence); Northern Ireland. Matthew learned a lot from Arthur and Francis, they were his parents and Alana is Arthurs sister so to Canada she's always been Auntie North. As a whole, the British Isles are the most intelligent nations albeit a little strange but no nation is weirder than Ireland both North and Republic are the most bizarre people you could ever meet in your life and their siblings are almost as bad…

But that's what made them- them and Matthew wouldn't have it any other way. Matthew knew Arthur and Alana better than just about anybody (minus Portugal.) He knows that Arthur and Alana have seen every empire's rise and fall including Rome's….One thing North taught him was that his brother was an idiot; Alana believes Alfred will end up destroying the world and sadly- North is always right.

Canada had always been tempted to hit his brother for many, many reasons especially when he did something really stupid like: "I've had enough of North Ireland why is she always being such a bitch and stealing Iggy away it's not fair!" Whined Alfred and Matthew face palmed: Alana had a list- a long list with many good reasons to hate him. "Do you really want to know?" he asked dropping his phone and looking at his ridiculous, stupid but handsome brother. "Yeah" asked Alfred wondering what he had gotten himself into.

"Alana Kirkland despises you for many reasons, 1. You always forget I exist- Arthur says "I must have the patience of a bloody saint to put up with your nonsense" he forgets because he's old- older than you know, 2. You broke her brother's heart, 3. She doesn't like idiots, 4. The Potato Famine 5. Alana thinks you're going to ruin the world. Is that enough reasons for you?" Matthew fumed.

"I didn't know you and North were close" said Alfred quietly "that's because you never listen or care about anyone other than yourself im surprised Arthur even took you in as a child. He's better than you deserve; he had no one but North as a kid and he was invaded time and time again but you don't care at all do you!" Matthew was finally unleashing all his pent up anger at his brother and it felt good.

"You're lazy, reckless, idiotic and a fool. Arthur dotted on you but he taught things to me. He taught me about magic and alchemy, science and sport- he even taught me about literature- I was the problem child but I was never the problem! Alana taught me about music and social skills but you never noticed anything or were grateful; without Arhtur you'd be nothing and he never asked for anything in return. You didn't deserve it." He hissed storming into the hallway followed by Alfred.

"Where are you going you can't just leave after telling me how you feel Mattie we need to work this out!" protested Alfred only to be hit with Matthews deadliest glare that stops even a bear in its tracks "I am done talking; you took Arthur from me and you blame everything on my best friend. I have had enough of your nonsense." Matthew slammed the door in Alfred's face and hopped on the next flight to England.

So that's how Canada ended up on Arthur's doorstep soaked, jetlagged and in tears.

"Matthew what in the blazes are you doing here; your soaked come inside" Arthur ushered Matthew through the doorway "thanks- I had a fight with my brother and I didn't know what to do…" he snivelled and suddenly latched onto Arthur "what do I do" he whispered but Arthur didn't react like he would to America; he didn't shove him away or scold him for being in his personal space. No he hugged him back and coaxed him into telling him what happened.

For Matthew it felt like a dream come true; he was wearing Arthurs clothes while Arthur fussed over him by making him tea and covering him in blankets. Arthur always made Matthew feel safe; no matter how dangerous the situation or even being with Arthur was- it was always worth it. Matthew loved Arhtur and Alfred stole him away. "It's not fair… You where mine first Arthur- it's just not fair!"

Arthur petted Matthews head while the younger blonde sobbed into his pyjama top. He held him helplessly and cursed America for being an idiot once more. Some lines weren't meant to be crossed and this was one of them.

Ps this is a sort of teaser for a new series I shall be writing called Life isn't fair and this is basically a short version of it but I don't know when I'll write it but it'll be a lot longer and more dramatic; review if you like but if not then that's your loss later's.