Author's note: I'M ALIVE! Only excuse is life happens. Got accepted in a bunch of colleges so WOOT WOOT! Don't know how they accepted my lame otaku ass but hey, not complaining. Anywho, Mattie was killer to write, but hopefully I managed to do him some sort of justice.

Warning 10: Remember (heh) how I said that I wasn't gonna have other languages? Well I lied. This will be one of the few rare cases where you see another language- well I explain more in the end note.

Warning 11: Mattie is lovely, but I don't know how to Canadian. So we'll see how this goes.

Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Hetalia. If I did then APH Canada would be in every episode. But then again who knows, maybe he is every episode. *cue x-files theme*


"So we're going on with the plan, eh?'

"Yeah. C'mon bro, we really have no other choice."

"I know, but still…"

"It'll be fiiiine. Stop being such a worrywart."

"We still haven't figured out what we would do afterwards."

"We'll figure it out when the times comes."

"The time is now, we won't be able to 'figure out' anything later on."

"..."

"Fine. But who's going to be the first?"

"You."

"What?! Are you insane?!"

"No- just hear me out first. It's 'cause you are one of the only ones who is both kinda well-liked and sorta important."

"Gee thanks."

"Y'know what I mean."

"... Unfortunately I do."

I blink my eyes open, my vision filling up with fuzzy shapes and too much light. I squint, hoping to make sense of the shapes, but all it does is cause my eyes to go cross-eyed. I hear voices in background, but can't tell what they are saying, blocked by the whir of machinery and clogged senses.

It's odd, I never wake up after they drug me.

I try shifting, but my body feels restrained. I feel a few tubes sticking out of me as the drug (or drugs, who knows) steadily pumps into me. I try moving my head, but the action seems to make feel dizzier. I hear someone or something move closer, and-

everything...

...gets...

...fuzzier...


I toddle through the thicket of trees, gazing at the world with wonder.

Everything here is so green, so big, so alive.

I'm excited to explore, but more nervous about what lies ahead, as I take my time looking around carefully. My tiny feet pad against the soft, moist soil floor, muffling the sound of my footsteps. Looking around, I could see all sorts of wildlife, chirping, croaking and squawking at me.

Their presence calms me, filling me with the warmth you can only get in the presence of old friends.

All of a sudden, I hear a crack and mumble of foreign voices. Body stilling, I look towards the unfamiliar sound. Through the thick thicket of bushes I could see a vague outline of people standing just a little ways away.

I slowly creep towards the bush, trying my best not to stumble over the roots sticking. I hide behind the bush, paying no attention to its prickly thorns.

Looking at the strangers more closely, my eyes widen as I take in their rather unusual appearance. What catches my attention is mainly the stranger in the center, the one wearing a oddly colored tunic, the one who looked so young but yet is ordering around the older, buffer men.

I'm enthralled by this stranger.

His presence feels different too, not familiar but not unwelcome either.

Peering closer, I notice their pale complexion. The only others I've ever seen of their color are my brother, those odd men who trap my animals, and the strangers I met when I as a babe- but they never came back.

"Ce serait un bon endroit pour mettre le camp pour aujourd'hui," the stranger in the center says.

One of the other men pipe up. "Mais, monsieur , il est encore jour , nous avons plus de temps pour explorer le territoire."

"Exactement, il est encore jour. Ce sont des rivages étrangers, nous devons faire preuve de prudence," he responds, turning to him.

I can't understand what they are saying, they sound similar to those trappers who came here- but the sounds feel familiar. Familiar like Mother's language, but more fitting.

As if it were a language made for me- but I can't tell Mother that.

I must tell Mother.

But Mother told me to stay away from them…

No… not now. Maybe later.

I don't notice that the bush starts to give away, until I tumble forward, landing onto the ground harshly, as the brambles catch into my hair and scratch my face.

It hurtsss.

I pout, feeling a few tears well up in the corners of my eyes, my scraped hands reaching up to rub my face. I feel a few sobs build up in my chest, quickly hiccuping out of my mouth. The cuts sting, and I feel bruises start to form all over my delicate body.

If Mother were here, she would take the pain away.

I start to wail.

"Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY! IT HURTSSS!"

I hear a few thuds, and feel someone pick me up. One of their hands pats my hair, as the other reaches up to push my hands away from my face and wipe away some of the tears.

I blink my eyes open, realizing that the person who is holding me is that strange man I was curious of.

He smiles at me, trying to appear friendly. My eyes widen, a few more tears slipping out now in fear, as I start to push him away.

His eyes widen, as he tries to hold me without tumbling forward. I don't make a noise, still too scared, but I continue squirming in his arms.

He tries reassuring me in that weird language of his-

"Il est très bien mon cher, pas besoin de pleurer."

-I don't understand, so I start shaking my head. Frustrated tears start welling up, and I start yelling again.

"Let me go! LET ME GO! I WANT MOMMY!"

He sways as my fists hit his chest, but instead of dropping me down, he holds me tighter to his chest. He starts crooning in his language, something that I vaguely recognize as singing.

"À la claire fontaine,

M'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle

Que je m'y suis baigné

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime

Jamais je ne t'oublierai

Sous les feuilles d'un chêne,

Je me suis fait sécher

Sur la plus haute branche,

Un rossignol chantait"

It is oddly soothing, as I stop hitting him and start to calm down.

"Il y a longtemps que je t'aime

Jamais je ne t'oublierai

Chante rossignol, chante,

Toi qui as le cœur gai

Tu as le cœur à rire,

Moi je l'ai à pleurer

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime

Jamais je ne t'oublierai"

He stops his song to quickly speak to the other men around him.

"Le pauvre enfant est encore peur, je vais le calmer. Allez trouver Champlain pour moi. Je crois que nous avons trouvé celui que nous cherchions."

I watch as they nod and leave, leaving me and him alone in the middle of the clearing.

I start to squirm again, and he turns to look at me, smiling. I try wriggling out of his grip, no longer as comfortable. His face turns to one of understanding, but instead of letting me go, he grips me tighter again.

He resumes his singing.

"J'ai perdu mon amie,

Sans l'avoir mérité

Pour un bouquet de roses,

Que je lui refusai.

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime

Jamais je ne t'oublierai"

I feel my eyes start to droop, as I lay my head onto his chest.

The warmth of his body feels similar to Mother's, and his song reminds me of those lullabies she would sing to me.

"Je voudrais que la rose,

Fût encore au rosier

Et que ma douce amie

Fût encore à m'aimer."

I know I shouldn't trust him, but I am sooo sleepy. My body hurts, so a little nap on this comfortable surface would not hurt…

"Il y a longtemps que"

So I fall … asleep…

"je t'aime"

in… his...

"Jamais"

...warm...

"je ne"

...arms...

"t'oublierai"


I wake up once more, squinting my eyes as the onslaught of light attacks my eyes. My eyes slowly adjust, but everything seems to be put through a blurry filter. I hear the voices again, but this time, they're clearer and much closer. I quickly shut my eyes.

"Sooo, we're actually going through with this?" the first voice says.

She, well I'm assuming it's a she, sounds kind of like Alfred… so I'm also assuming she's American.

"What do you think?" the second one retorts.

He sounds vaguely like Arthur, so British- no- I think more on the Australian side.

She mutters something under her breath, causing some of them to chuckle.

"Ok… but isn't a little too early?" she asks.

A few other voices agree. He sighs and responds, "Well, we have taken the last one into custody. It's been 5 years too long."

So they do have something to do with what happened 5 years ago.

"But," she pauses, "Are we ready for this?"

Well if you weren't, then why did you kidnap us?

"We have to be. The world can only wait for so long."

The room goes silent for a bit before she speaks up again. "Are they?"

Another silence falls, but this time it is more uneasy.

Are we though? For whatever this is?

"I do not know," he pauses, "But they have to be. Now stop pestering me and focus on the task."

"Yes sir." A few giggle in the background.

He huffs, but says nothing.

And I slowly…

...fade...

...away...


I stare at him, watching as he rolls up his sleeves and picks up the needle with shaky hands.

"There are doctors for this, you know. Let them do it."

"Correction, they're scientists who have doctorates, not actual doctors. I'll be fine."

"You're shaking."

"Matt."

"I thought you said that I was the first?"

"Well you have to know all that happened. You can't know if you're also the first to get injected."

A pause.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"'Cause I have to."

"No. Because you need to."

He closes eyes, his shoulders slumping down.

I bite my lip.

I might have gone too far this time.

"I'm sor-"

"It's ok. You don't have to apologize," He laughs bitterly. "You're not wrong."

"I still shouldn't have said that."

He shakes his head, lips twitching a bit. "So formal. You're worse than Artie y'know?"

I roll my eyes. A few moments pass before he speaks up again.

"I'm gonna miss y'all, y'know," he says softly.

My chest tightens up.

"I'll miss you all too," I respond.

We go quiet again.

"Mr. Williams."

I look at him, confused.

I didn't see him move his lips… nor would he ever call me that... then who said that?

"Mr. Williams."

Everything starts to go dark. I can feel my body start to shake.

I look at him again, but he seems to fading away with the dark.

What's going on?

"Mr. Williams!"

My eyes fly open, the light searing my retinas. "Agh," I groan, quickly closing my eyes.

"Here," a voice says.

I try moving my arms but they're still be strapped to the table.

"Ooh sorry, here, I'll put them on for you."

I feel the familiar weight suddenly put onto the bridge of my nose- and the world suddenly appears much clearer.

I turn my head. "Thank- oh."

Looks like the owner of the voice is the doctor who brought me here in the first place.

Her smile falters. Turning around, she quickly busies herself with the various complicated-looking machines occupying the room.

Looking down, I notice that my legs are also still strapped to the table- but I no longer had an IV inserted up in my arm.

Looking up and around, I notice that there is no one else except us in that room.

I look at her again, watching as she handles the odd instruments with practiced ease.

She seems familiar, not like how I feel with Al… but more like I've seen her many times before. Either passing by on the sidewalk or sitting in the same cafe... just like how a stranger seems to become an acquaintance through sharing the same space.

"I know you, don't I?"

She doesn't respond, still busy tinkering with the equipment, recording down what looks like data onto her notepad.

Data of what though?

The shine from the ring dangling from the necklace catches my eye.

That ring...

"You were a customer at my bakery."

She stills.

"Miss Patel. A box of assorted donuts and a small bag of maple cookies. You came to my bakery every Friday."

"It's Dr. Patel."

My throat runs dry.

"Why?"I ask, suddenly bursting with anger and confusion, "Why-" I pause, searching for words, "-all this?"

Her shoulders slump down. "I can't answer that."

"Why not."

"You will understand later."

"I deserve to know."

She turns to face me. "This is what you wanted."

"What do you mean." Why would I ever wanted to be kidnapped? Why would I want to this- experimentation or whatever is going on? What is going on?

She smiles sadly. "I wish I could explain, but it's all confidential. That is what you wanted."

"Sure."

Her dark eyes scan my face. "It's understandable if you don't believe. I haven't given you any reason to do so. But I promise, things will get better soon."

Wow. So explanatory.

Probably noticing my skeptical face, she walks towards me.

My body tenses as I automatically start leaning back.

She holds out her hands. "Calm down,"-That won't calm me down- "I'm just going to take off your straps."

My body relaxes a little, but I still watch as she grabs the straps and pulls. Soon enough my arms are free.

I quickly grab her arm.

She looks at me, raising her eyebrow. "You do know that you are not in a place of power here to do that? As much as I hate to say this, but you have to listen to us. For time being at least."

I let go of her arm.

She moves to free my legs. Once she manages to pull out the strap, she steps back, and I sit up, swinging my legs over.

I try standing up, but my body topples over. She quickly grabs me and eases me back onto the bed.

"Easy there. We did pump a ton of drugs in you, so it is understandable if you are little woozy."

"Gee whiz, I wonder whose fault that is."

She ignores me, choosing instead to tug my arm. "Come on, let's get you to your room. You must be exhausted so it would be better for you to get some sleep."

She helps me stand up. I lean onto her as we start to slowly move towards the door.

The more we walk, the surer my steps get, and before we know it, I can walk on my own.

I slow down, following her as she walked through the blank hallways.

She suddenly stops. I stop too, turning around to look at her. She's facing one of the doors, so I turn to face it too.

It's one of the locked rooms, but this one has "Canada" written on the nameplate.

Everything seems to go fuzzy and clear at the same time. I can't move, but I want to. The door seems familiar and unfamiliar at the same time-

-I feel sick-

-It feels as though something is pushing to go open the door, while screaming at me to never ever go in-

-I feel hot and cold-

-Something important, important to me, is in there-

-My head hurts-

-Maybe the answer to what happened before the last 5 years is in there...?

"Come on." She says, snapping me out of my trance.

"Wha-?" I ask, taking a step back. She studies my face.
"You're not ready to go in yet. But it does look like it triggered something."

"T-triggered something..?" I turn to face her, "Like what?" It does feel familiar… "What is it supposed to trigger? My memory?"

Her eyes bore into mine. Yes.

She looks away pursing her lips. "As I said before, you'll understand later. Now come on, let me take you to your room."

She turns around, walking briskly away. I follow her, still in a bit of a daze.


Before I know it, we reach Al's and my room. She opens the door, ushering me in and onto my bed. I sit on the bed, looking up at her.

"Where's Al?"

She pushes me back onto the bed, forcing me to lie down.

"He's fine."

"Fine?"

She nods, her jaw flexing. "Fine."

I want to ask more, but the look in her eyes shuts me up.

'You are not in a place of power here'

Where ever he is, I hope he is fine.

"You should take some rest," Dr. Patel says.

I open my mouth to protest, but end up yawning. She raises an eyebrow. My shoulders slump in defeat as I take off my glasses and place it onto the nightstand. She turns off the light, casting everything into the dark, except for the light pouring out of the door. I hear her murmur a 'Good night' before I hear her footsteps walking away, the door closing with a thud.

I settle into my sheets, and close my eyes…

That French lullaby…

Blue eyes…

Artie…

… 'Canada'...

… and fade away…


"But who would be last?"

"Me."

"What?! Are you insane-"

"Hear me out. I trust you to lead in the beginning. And- if all else fails- the others have more priority. I'm the one who proposed it afterall."

"..."

"Hmm~ What's this? Did I just render you speechless?"

"Well now you've rendered me irritated."


Author's note: ayyyy shitty update is shittyyyy

GOMENESAI MATTIE-CHAN FOR I HAVE NOT DONE YOUR CHAPTER JUSTICE GOMENESAI GOMENESAI (... I finally got around watching Fruits Basket.. )

*Translations:

"This would be a good spot to set camp for today."

"But sir, it is still day, we have more time to explore the territory."

"Exactly, it is still day. These are foreign shores, we must tread carefully."

...

It is fine my dear, no need to cry.

...

"The poor child is still scared, I will calm him down. Go find Champlain for me. I believe we found the one we were looking for."

-This was all done through Google Translate, so if they are any mistakes please tell me!

*Research:

-First permanent settlement in Canada was Acadia, which was a French settlement led by Samuel Champlain.

-The lullaby is this old French lullaby that probably dates back in early 1600's- A La Claire Fontaine

-A lot of the settlers in Canada towards the beginning were fur trappers

-The first European contact was actually the Vikings wayy up North

*Headcanons:

- Countries can go other countries only if their people have immigrated there before. Doesn't need to be a permanent settlement, but just someone of their countrymen's blood.

- Countries have special ties to their wildlife

- Canada represents the migrant European population that settled there. Hence why he feels connected to France even more so then with his Mother

- His Mother is Native America, who represents the Native American population in North America, which is made up of many tribes such as the Iroquois and Algonquin

- When Canada was really young he didn't understand French yet, he will learn, but currently speak's his Mother's tongue, so whatever he says, is in her tongue

Soooo, when the next update is coming? I don't know. Whose POV? Who the hell knows.

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