Popular Cliques: America x Canada One Shot

Matthew sneaked through the halls, attempting to pass by unnoticed. Stealth was never his greatest asset, so he had to try extra hard, as always. Picking up his feet cautiously, he maneuvered towards the wide open hallway in front of the lockers, looked both ways as if he were going to cross a street, and took his chances. He dashed out into the open space, attempting to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible. Running to his locker, he went about his normal routine, dialing the combination at light speed, grabbing his stuff, and running the rest of the way to class. This time was different, though. In his increased panic, he messed up the number, and had to try it over again, being more careful. This resulted in giving the popular kids time to approach him, and Matthew looked up. Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis stood over him, grinning devilishly.

"Hey, look at zis stupid face's stupid face!" Gilbert was never good at insults. He backed Matthew, who was clutching his books tightly to his chest, into his locker.

"Ohonhonhon, ze wimpy little mauviette is scared!" Francis advanced forward as well. Antonio didn't quite know what to say, so he just chuckled along. Matthew's bright blue eyes started to water behind his glasses, which just fueled the laughter further.

"Such a vimpy little crybaby," Gilbert declared, and turned, waving his hand behind him. "Come on, ve're done here." Matthew, grateful that they were gone, sunk down on the floor next to his locker. He was always very fragile, so he just let himself cry.

"Matthew?" He looked up, tears still lingering in his eyes. "Matthew, dude, what happened?" Alfred broke into a run now, heading towards the Canadian. "Dude, are you ok?" Matthew stared at him for a moment, deciding whether the American could be trusted or not. He shook his head. "What's up?" The smaller nation tried to stop crying, and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"N-nothing..." Matthew always liked Alfred, and he didn't want the larger boy to know how embarrassed he was simply at his presence. His cheeks showed his true feelings, though, flushing bright red. Alfred chuckled a little, and moved to wipe the remaining tears from Matthew's eyes.

"Oh, come on... You know that something is wrong." He leaned in and kissed the Canadian's forehead lightly. "And I refuse to accept that.~"

Author's Note:
Well, I just needed to publish something. I've been writing too many big projects lately, and I just wanted to let you guys know that I still exist, and everything. Funny story, that was going to be a Britain x America, but I realized that Canada would fit better, and I still wanted to do something with America, and even though I don't really support Canada x America, it had to be done. So, yeah. xD