I'M SOOOOOO SORRY! I been so busy between an essay, sometimes school work and helping the props crew for the high school marching band (because my mom signed me up to help.) The worst thing is I got another essay coming up, a huge test and I think my grades are really bad right now so somehow I have to get them raised up. This time of the year is NOT the time for me to be writing fan fiction! (T.T)

I'm still on Chapter One, but I'm going the put piece by piece up. This is what I had typed up for the longest time. I'm seriously sad that this is going to more than two chapters. Hopefully I will have more up soon!

(I DO NOT own Hetalia!)

Part Two

Tues, September 7, 2001

Rome, Italy

The meeting was filled with chaos and no order as always. Alfred telling a really ridiculous idea, Feliciano eating pasta, Ivan plotting something, Arthur and Francis fighting, Yong Soo bothering Yao, Lovino yelling at Antonio, and Vash yelling at Kiku to stop agreeing with Alfred's ideas. But let's not forget that Ludwig ends the chaos by telling everyone to shut up and bring order back.

During the break, most of everybody at the meeting goes to the cafeteria just to chat and/or get something to eat. Matthew sighed while pouring coffee into his cup. He always hated being ignored during the meetings, never saying his options or ideas. He was invisible most of the time and the fact that he was often mistaken for his brother, Alfred F Jones.

"Alfred!" an upset voice called. Matthew wined hearing his brother's name. Please, who ever calling, is not looking at me, the Canadian thought keeping his back toward the crowed behind him.

"Alfred! Turn around and look at me you git!" the voice was now right behind him. Yup, someone thought he was Alfred.

"What ever my brother done it's not my fault," Matthew said turning to see Arthur behind him. Arthur looked confused at him for sec.

"Oh, Matthew, I'm sorry," Arthur replied embarrass, "I thought you were your brother."

"I-it's ok," Matthew shuddered, "so what did Alfred do now?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to him about something." Arthur face showed a little discomfort.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"W-well…no, it's just-"

"IGGY! MATTIE!" Speak of the devil, Alfred appeared. Arthur turn toward him madly, "DON'T CALL ME IGGY YOU TWAT!"

Alfred laughed. "So what did you guys think of my ideas?"

"NO YOU GIT," Arthur now steamed, "YOUR IDEAS ARE STUPID AS EVER!"

"Awww, come on Iggy…" Alfred looked kinda upset.

"NO!"

"Uh…guys…" Matthew stuttered. Arthur and Alfred looked at him. "What?"

"Uh…I…" Alfred blinked, looking confused at his brother, then remember something. "Oh, Mattie, you coming over hang at my place next week? I called you last week and you told me that you might have something that week."

The Canadian face fell, looking at the floor, "I can't I'm going to be busy. The Prime Minter needs me."

"Awww," The American was upset again.

"I'm sorry Al."

Alfred put a hand on his brother's shoulder, "Its ok, Mattie. If you do get the time off, I'll be at my very old house. I'm taking a break from living in my apartment in New York City . I need some wide open space for a while." Alfred then winks and runs off. "See you back at the meeting Mattie! Iggy!"

Arthur was a bit having angry thought during the two brothers little chat. When oldest of the two ran off, he snapped out of his thoughts and was madder than ever. "HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU GIT!"

Matthew turned nervous, "uhm…"

Arthur growled, "Someday something bloody bad is going to happen to him if he keeps acting that way." The Canadian just stared the Englishman as he walked a way.


Tues, September 11, 2001

9:00am

Ottawa, Canada

Matthew had just arrived at his capital ready for work. He entered Centre Block without any worries until someone crashed into him, falling onto the floor.

"Oh sorry Mr. Williams," the man said while helping him up.

"It's ok," Matthew said will an embarrass smile. "So how are you Mr. Williams?"

"Oh fine." Both he and the man started to walk to the room they needed to be. Soon they passed a room crowed in one spot. Another man from the room noticed the both of them passing by.

"Mr. Williams!" he cried coming out and grabbing Matthew by the arm. Matthew was taken through the crowed and put in front of the television. Seeing what on the TV, Matthew's eyes grew wide.


I'm sorry I picked a random time for Canada to arrive at his capital. Since the first plane hit the North Tower at 8:46 am, I picked random time hoping the news was reported in Canada.

Another thing, for anyone who lives in Canada or been there, please correct me about the capital. I know nothing, so please don't kill me!

Please R&R and hopefully more will come soon!