Mathew didn't mind Russia's evil aura throughout the room as he tried to send directions to the meeting room to other countries, each second that passed he hoped another country to come through the door to at least be a witness of his murder. Not that Russia was going to murder him, but Mathew longed to see another country as fast as possible. It was strangely quiet when he had finished texting Alfred a very specific address of the building, in this silence Mathew almost wished Russia would say anything. Almost.

Mathew sighed softly as he looked out the large window which touched the floor and slowly he eventually walked towards it as if he was pulled into looking outside, almost as if he performed the action Alfred would suddenly appear. He touched the cool glass, 'nothing is going my way...again', he couldn't help but think as Mathew looked at the snow covered forest in the horizon. Usually,the word nothing was all it took to remind him of his flaws, his mistakes, and even his regrets.d

Canada shook his head and leaned his head on the glass looking down at the floor, sighing once again he stood up straight, still looking outside. Maybe he was overthinking things. Sure, he was ignored, but now was not the time to sulk he already had contributed so much to the world like the Temperance Movement or the time he had helped England, Alfred's father, in world war II from 1939-1945. Arthur, otherwise known as England, never showed much interest in Mathew, but he did respect him-when he remembered who he was.

Still, he had his own father called Francis which-of course-represented France, his papa was the only one that actually knew who Mathew was when he sees him, but other than that he completely forgets if he doesn't visit his papa frequently. 'If only-'

"Comrade Canada, may I ask where everyone is?" a certain country said sweetly startling Mathew and making him jump, he quickly turned around to find Russia had gotten up from the chair he was sitting in after minutes of entering the meeting room. Mathew wouldn't of cared if it weren't for Russia walking towards him and stopping right in front of him, 'sweet maple leaf he's getting closer' he panicked then he realized something.

'D-did Russia just call me by my name?...my name?...does he really remember me?' getting his thoughts out of his he flinched upon seeing just how close Russia had gotten, trying to make more space between them Mathew leaned on the window, but it was useless as Russia stepped closer. Well, that didn't matter right now, Mathew had to know if what Russia had said was a hallucination, "y-you know n-name?" he stuttered averting his eyes from him. He didn't want to be wrong, even if it was Russia that remembered, the country was still pretty scary and intimidating Mathew didn't want to upset him.

"Da," Russia said childishly, Mathew didn't know a lot of words in Russian, but he knew for a fact it meant 'yes', that one word shone hope on him. "It was written in the notebook where you where sitting" as Russia finished his sentence his little ray of hope was brutally crushed and turned into ash.

_Canada's pov_

My hope quickly died as he mentioned my red composition book with my name in big, bolded letters that lay where the host of the meeting usually sat. "Oh right..." I didn't want to be rude so I quickly answered his question, "n-nothing is wrong, i-it's just that almost every country is having a p-problem with the directions that I-I gave them" I stuttered slightly from the discomfort of our distance. Being alone with Russia was scary enough, but this distance between us was making me have a meltdown inside it was after all what Alfred called 'at stabbing point'.

"Why is comrade Canada stuttering like a bunny that's about to be slaughtered and eaten?"

'It's probably because I AM about to be slaughtered!' I couldn't help but think. His childish voice and appearance was making it had to try to explain, "I-uh am slightly nervous b-because-" I swallowed as my throat got dry, "-because this is...the first meeting I am hosting" I half lied. Russia just stared at me while smiling almost creepily then he glanced slightly to my left, " oh look, it's snowing!" he stated while looking out the window like a child. I took this chance to sneak off quickly to get away from the window and Russia, he just glanced at me while smiling as if it didn't matter that I escaped being killed.

'Maplesweetsyrupgodhokeymanfromtheartic! that was almost too close! another minute in there and I would of never been seen again!'

Author's note-

Sorry for not saying anything last chapter, but I really wanted to have a nice looking chapter ^.^

anyway...I just wanted to tell you about the next chapter.

I promise to make the chapter's longer and also...*cough* *cough*-yourgoingtoseerussia'sp.o.v-*cough* *cough*

(sarcastic)man, I think I'm getting a cold.ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ