I am so so so sorry for not updating. I have been very busy and I don't have internet while I'm home unless I use a relative's computer in a house that's not mine. And that's very awkward to type any fanfiction on….

Anywho…

Here's my random fact for the day. Sherlock Holmes never said the words "Elementary, my dear Watson"

Canada closed his eyes, swallowing. "Hello, Ivan…" he said, knowing better than to offend the larger country, but heeding Arthur's warning.

"Ah, little Matvie, why won't you look at me?" the country questioned. Canada gulped, but didn't open his eyes. He backed away to the best of his ability, being blind at the moment.

"Ivan… I didn't mean to intrude… I'll just be on my way…" Canada kept control of himself, finding the doorknob behind him. He quickly swung the door open, intending to slip out before Russia could stop him.

Unfortunately, no such luck was to be had as the door was slammed back shut. "MAPLE!" he screamed, tears springing to his eyes. He gripped an injured hand, looking at the wounded fingers, momentarily forgetting England's warning, "Russia, look what you've done!" He held out his hand to the older country, looking up to see his reaction before remembering exactly what Arthur HAD said. He 'eep-ed' as he met Russia's violet eyes. He was as stuck for good.

Russia grinned manically. "What a good little Matvie you are…" he chuckled darkly (Kol Kol Kol I love Russia's laugh XD). He backed away, leaving the Canadian to care for his injuries. "Ludwig will show you to your room, comrade. Dinner is at 7." He disappeared around the corner as Germany rounded another corner.

"You, too?" Canada asked, wondering to himself how many countries were trapped in this huge manor. Germany just nodded silently, annoyed at the fact that he would have to care for yet another country. No one really ever did anything around this house. Except get into each other's pants (*ahem* Francis, get your hand away from Iggy).

Germany left Canada in a room at the end of a long hall, nursing his injured hand carefully. There had to be a good many countries in the rooms before to have to go so far, Matthew thought to himself. Ivan was a bastard and to add insult to injury, Matthew was stuck. He curled into a ball, letting the tears well in his eyes finally. It wasn't pain that made him cry, for he was a country and had had far worse pains than a sore thumb, but a fear that made him cry. Would he ever see Alfred again? He already missed his brother desperately. As he thought of his brother, he let emotion consume him.

After a few minutes of his tears, a quiet knock came on the door. Matthew sat up, wiping his cheeks, but knowing that it wouldn't hide the raw emotion that he felt. "C-come in…" he sniffled as he attempted to compose himself.

The door swung open and in flounced Italy with Germany standing quietly over his shoulder. "Canada! Ludwig told me that you got your hand slammed in the door. So, I brought some things to fix you right up!" he exclaimed, motioning to a cart that sat in the doorway. He quickly bandaged up the hand and applied ice, acting just like a perfect little nurse. He then turned with a smile to look at Canada. "AND to make it all better, I brought you pasta!" He motioned behind him as Germany brought over a bowl of noodles.

Canada tried to act happy past the emotions boiling over in his heart. "Thank you, both of you. You're too kind," he said quietly, taking the bowl.

Italy beamed, oblivious to the turmoil behind Canada's eyes. Germany, though, read the boy like a book and took Italy's hand. "Italy, perhaps we ought to go. Supper will need to be put on soon," he said before looking sympathetically at Matthew.

"Oh, oh! I almost forgot. Yes, we'd better. I need to get cooking for Ivan," he said before sprinting out of the room. Germany gave Canada one last look before pushing the cart out and shutting the door.

With a sigh, Canada sat aside the pasta and leaned back on the bed, intending to re-envelope himself in his misery, which was very unlike him, but it was a new situation for him. He was stuck in an unfamiliar place, but, on the upside, he was getting noticed by everyone. Except his own bear and brother. A metaphorical dark cloud formed about the bed as he let himself get angry with Russia for trapping him here, and America and Japan for leaving him here.

His self-misery didn't last long, though, as an adjacent door swung open. "Opps! Sorry, dear, I didn't realize that this room was occupied now," a large-bosomed woman said as she entered and noted the man on the bed.

Canada blushed and looked away. "I-It's okay, Ukraine… I just got here. Not that I really wanted to stay…" he added his last statement rather quietly, but the kind girl caught it anyways.

"Oh, Matthew, it's not that bad here. I mean, sure, Ivan has his way of dealing with things, but my brother's not that bad once you get to know him. I should know," she said with a slight smile, coming to sit on the bed next to the male. She reached out, bringing Canada in to lean on her, petting his head quietly in comfort.

"You have to say that. He's family. Kinda like I have to like Alfred. It just has to be done whether we like it or not, eh?" Canada stated, glancing up at the girl, which was slightly difficult in his position.

Ukraine laughed quietly, but nodded. "That's true, but it really isn't that bad here. I mean, there are a lot of other countries here with us. And Ivan keeps us all comfortable."

Canada sniffled. "But I'll never see my brother again. I'm trapped here! We'll never get out…"

Ukraine shook her head. "That's not true. True love overcomes all magic. So, when Ivan falls in love, we're all free to go."

"So, like he said, we'll never bloody well get out," a British voice sounded from the doorway. Canada shot up, looking at England leaning against the doorframe.

Ukraine glared at him. "I was trying to be positive, Francis. The poor boy just got trapped in an unfamiliar place and won't see his brother anymore. Can't you at least try to hope for the best?"

"I've done magic and this true love business doesn't work at the best of times," England left out the fact that the magic was his doing here anyways. "But that's not why I'm here. The 'master' wants to see Matthew. He said to remind him of the dinner invitations. For –just- Matthew."

Canada bristled. "I'M NOT GOING! Not for all the maple syrup in the world would I eat dinner with that man right now! He just lost me everything!" He sat back down on the bed, pouting like a little child.

"Oh, Matthew dear, do make the best of it. Dinner with Ivan is always a grand affair. Francis cooks for him and everything is so nice. Do at least try to go and be happy," Ukraine pleaded. She knew what it was like for everyone when Ivan didn't get his way.

"Russia won't be pleased if you don't go, Matthew," England said slowly, hoping that the boy would change his mind.

"I'M NOT GOING, AND THAT'S FINAL!" Matthew yelled, finally getting truly angry. WHY would he eat dinner with the man that just ensnared him in this God awful house?

"Matthew-" Arthur was cut off by a pillow to his face.

"I'm my own country now, I can make my decisions on my own now," he glared at England, knowing that his words were a low blow. Arthur paled, but nodded, backing from the room. It hurt to hear those words from Matthew. He expected them from Alfred, but not his little Matthew.

"I'm not going, so don't even try, Ukraine," Matthew stated, not turning toward the girl. Said country backed off as she had been going to plead with him. He heard a door close behind him as she exited into the adjacent room. Silence, just what Matthew needed.