Canada didn't know what he should have expected when the other had said 'Oliver.' Sure, it was generally an English name. It was a common English name just as much as Arthur could be. This thing -he- wasn't anything close to the face he once knew.

Before he even saw him Canada knew he wouldn't be the same. He had been told no swearing, no chewing with your mouth open, and to always say please and thank you. They were things that Arthur had taught him at a point in time when he was not yet up to the Englishman's waist but never did England follow those rules himself.

England also didn't smell like sugar. Or bake sweets that tasted good. Or fuss over his brother like Oliver did. England got angry at America for talking so loud, for slouching, and for being a general nuisance. Oliver fretted and tried to help Allen stop slouching, tut at him for swearing with a swear jar at the ready, all with a bright smile.

Happy go lucky Oliver was not Arthur Kirkland. They had the same face- but even that was exaggerating it. With bright blue eyes and freckles he might as well have been a younger brother not even a twin. His face still had what appeared to be baby fat.

Oliver appeared to be innocent, but Canada knew first had he wasn't. Not innocent at all.

"I didn't know you'd be bringing Matthew by so soon Allie, you should have told me! I could have made some cookies for him fresh instead of these that I made early this morning," he scolded the brunet hands on his hips.

Canada was trying not to laugh at the picture, he really wasn't. If he had his phone he'd be sure to take a picture to show some of the other's. They'd pay good money to see England in a pink frilly apron of all things. France would no doubt use it for bribery but that wouldn't be his problem in the end.

Then again he didn't know if he'd ever see France again. Or England. Or anyone.

"Don't call me Allie, jeez. Look he needs his glasses fixed so we can get a move on and hopefully get him home sooner," Allen grumbled out crossing his arms. He seemed to be pouting, like a small child.

"Oh you are taking him to see James so soon? Why not show him around I'm sure it's not every day he'd get to see a castle like this. I think it could be quite an adventure for you t-"

"Oliver."

"Right, right, sorry. Can I see your glasses please?"

Canada snapped out his thoughts nodding like an idiot. "Yes, of course," he answered back quickly handing the other his glasses. Oliver held them with delicate hands letting out a hum.

There was a moment of silence before a loud snap echoed through the space. Oliver handed Matthew's glasses back with a smile. "Here you go!"

They were fixed and back to normal. Canada put them back on carefully blinking a few times. They worked perfectly too. "Thank you."

"No problem! I am terribly sorry for causing them to break before dear. We had orders to get you up here as fast as possible and abduction was simply the fastest method," he explained patting the other's shoulder a few times. Canada didn't want to know how he got that train of thought to that ending. They couldn't have asked, or explained the situation?

"Well, thanks Oliver but we need to get going," Allen told the shorter man before grabbing Matthew by the crook of his arm beginning to drag him back down the hallway.

"Oh, don't you want to have some cupcakes or tea before leaving?" Oliver called out looking distressed.

"Maybe later old man," was the only thing he hollered back dragging Matthew around the corner. They lapsed into silence Allen continuing to drag Matthew down the hall to the blonds' anger. He could walk perfectly fine thank you, but the other's grip was strong.

It was strong like Alfred's. He didn't want to anger this person. He could easily hold up a fight but this wasn't his happy go lucky sibling. This was Allen, the one with brown red eyes.

"I can walk myself you know," he told the other eyeing the hand that was still gripping his arm. Allen snapped out of some kind of trance before he let Canada's arm go. There were bruises where the other's fingers had been.

"Sorry. Oliver's just too much of a dreamer," the other muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"None of your fuckin' business."

Canada went silent again after that. He supposed it wasn't. Even if he felt like he already had a clue.

"Holy fuck, this can't be happening. Oh god," America began to pace gripping at his bangs. Everyone was looking at him funnily too now. It didn't matter. His brother, his baby brother, was gone and he had forgotten about him. Everyone forgot he existed- he didn't exist anymore.

"America how is this even happening?" Prussia hissed out stepping in front of the other.

"Does it look like I know? What I do know is that I woke up this morning thinking I was the United States of North America! And all of them do too," he pointed towards the other nations. "I thought you were dead Prussia, dead! Just as everyone else does! This is so fucked up. Either England messed the fuck up and sent us to some other universe while also scrambling our memories or he removed Canada from the timeline somehow!"

"That could be a possibility."

"Wait a sec, how do you remember Mattie while no one else did?"

"I don't know either man, no need to be pissed!"

"Why the bloody fuck are you blaming me?" England shouted out still having no clue who this Canada even was.

"Because you always practice those stupid black magic spell shit in your basement," America fired back.

"If anyone practices black magic it's Prussia! He should be dead!" the Brit screamed back pointing a finger in the albino's direction. Prussia frowned at this. "How are we to know that he didn't just do something to control you right now America?"

Murmurs echoed through the crowd after England's statement. Soon Prussia was under pressure from multiple untrusting stares. America looked over at him motioning to Russia with his head. Prussia's eyes lit up for a moment before he nodded.

"Alright, I'll prove it," he told everyone putting his hands into the air, "Russia, I am going to walk over to you and tell you some things. If it doesn't prove anything then I don't know what will."

Everyone looked over at the northern nation going quiet. Russia simply smiled as the other made his way over, a look of uneasiness on the albino's face. Prussia kept his hands in the air as he leaned in and whispered a few things in the other's ear.

Everyone went silent watching the spectacle hoping to catch part of what he was saying. Belarus had a hand over her knifes at the ready just in case. Russia continued to smile as the other kept talking until- he froze.

Russia's face drained of color for a split second before he grabbed the non-nation by his collar hoisting him into the air with one hand, shoving a pipe underneath his chin with the other.

"How did you know these things?"

Prussia struggled for breath as everyone leaned in for the answer.

"October fifteenth, nineteen eighty three; you got drunk after the fact you believed you had finally broken me in and told me yourself. Seeing is how I was East Germany at the time, I was there. The advice I had given you that night was to go after the one you sought most, for aiming for everyone, would never get you anywhere. You'd only fall in deeper before your demise," the other finished letting out a wheeze. Russia dropped him back down to the ground looking miffed.

"He is telling the truth. Something is wrong with our memories," was all he said before sitting back down.

Prussia stood up once the other was finished speaking, rubbing his neck carefully. "So America, what are we supposed to do?"

Once again the eyes of the room were set on the super power as he leafed through a text book of all things. There were always plenty of them in the room, perhaps as a joke, on the different nation's history.

"I don't know. Canada never existed. Ever. There was only a Northern and Southern America back when both of the French and English managed to colonize large parts of the continent. The British got back the North from the French before the South ended up breaking away after the Revolution. They managed to get the North to join them a few decades later after the South's expansion west," he put the book back down running his hands through his hair. "It's as though a similar history happened but with no second North American representative."

"It seems different that through, I mean, didn't Canada only gain independence after being a Dominion for a long ass time?" Prussia asked back ignoring the looks both he and America were receiving.

"Yeah. I suppose it's a bit different then."

"So how are we supposed to do this? Get everyone close to Canada to remember him? Than wha-"

"You need to find him," came a quiet voice from the floor. Everyone turned to look at the polar bear that had been brought in earlier.

"Wait, that thing can talk!?"

"England enchanted him back when Mattie was little so he'd always have someone to talk to," America replied leaning down to pick the bear up. "So little guy, d'you know where Canada is?"

The bear looked up at the other blankly. It blinked once before looking over at France and England. "They looked like them, but not them."

Prussia and America looked at each other frowning a bit. "What do you mean?"

"They called themselves Jean and Oliver. After attack they said, 'This is for his own good.' They said, 'Now we can make him happy.'"

"Care to explain to me who we are going to see?" Canada finally broke the silence tugging at the hem of his sleeve. The other's boots kept clicking with each step. It was getting unnerving.

"Oh yeah. His name is James. Some people call him Matt though. Probably not anymore, but, that's a different story," the other paused rounding another corner. "He is pretty much the boss around here, 'cause he is a stubborn fucker who honestly doesn't care about what everyone else thinks. It makes it indifferent whether he is in charge or not. No one wants to be anyway."

Canada nodded only in slight understanding. James was the one in charge here. He was probably the reason Canada was here in the first place.

"Is he the reason I am here?"

"In a sense."

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

Allen stopped looking over at the other with a deep frown. "I can't say it's your fault per chance, but, you know how no one seems to see you or remember you at times?" he asked.

Matthew nodded. "Yes."

"It's 'cause there is somethin' wrong with your intergalactical-make-up or some shit that we all have to fix. James gave the order to get you, yes, but really the thing that's makin' this all happen is the reason you're here," the other explained.

"Why should you all care though?"

"Sometimes you don't want to know the answer to things kid," Allen looked away once again beginning to walk down a different hallway. This one had higher ceilings and had archways every fifteen feet or so.

Canada didn't say anything about how Allen also looked nineteen for he didn't know how old everyone here was. There were a lot of things he didn't know. Matthew didn't like it. He soon snapped out of his train of thought when he heard the creek of doors opening.

Allen grinned at the figure leaning back in a throne at the back of the room. They were facing the ceiling appearing to be asleep.

"The guy never sleeps in bed, I swear," he whispered, ", watch this."

The brunet cleared his throat cupping his hands in front of his face.

"Yo! Fuckwad supreme! I have a guest with your name stamped on his cute little ass!" he hollered out soon afterwards beginning to laugh as the other startled out of his relaxed position, sitting up straight with a loud resounding crack.

"What the hell was that for," Canada hissed out silently urging a blush not to come to his cheeks. He did not want to give Allen the satisfaction of making himself flustered.

"I wanted to introduce you," was all he replied back grabbing the other by the arm once again, soon dragging him to the other figure on the throne.

Canada eyed the man up and down as the throne came closer to the two men who were walking. He practically did a double take.

It was him.

His face was more developed; his jaw was stronger and his face seemed longer. Light bags were underneath his eyes. His hair was darker and longer but- it was him. If Matthew himself had been maybe twenty two their faces would then be identical.

"So he's awake?" the man spoke up leaning forwards putting his elbows onto his knees. His voice was deep, deeper than Matthew's own.

"No, he's actually sleep walking with his eyes open, James. What the fuck do you think?"

James gave the other a glare before looking over at Canada expression softening for a moment. "Just dandy. You are still on guardian duty Allen, get going."

Allen snorted before starting to back away heels still clicking loudly, "Yeah yeah. Jus' don't eat the kid alive," was all he replied back before making his way out of the room, closing the door leaving the two look-a-likes in silence. It was awkward. Canada just shifted on his feet looking around the room.

James stood up after a few moments walking up to Canada getting into his face. He gripped the others chin despite his protest angling it upwards and turning it around up, down, and sideways in order to see the other's face.

"You have a baby face," he mumbled out poking the other's nose softly. Canada slapped his hand away face contorting in slight anger.

"What does it matter? I want to know why you brought me here."

The taller male looked miffed for a moment before he released a small annoyed grunt. "I brought you here because you are phasing out of existence. I didn't think that was too good of a thing, so I decided I wanted to help you out with your predicament," the other explained while really not explaining anything at all.

"But why do you want to help me? I don't know who you are, where I am, or if I should even trust you people!"

James let out a sigh looking the other over. He understood why the other was asking these questions, but it would be a pain in the ass to explain. "I want to help you because it, in a sense, is my job Matthew."

"Your job?"

"Yes my job."

"And what might that be?"

"My job is to watch over my influence on Earth. That would be you," he responded, patting the other head a bit before letting his arm drop down to his side.

"What do you mean?"

James motioned for the other to follow him as he walked back over to his throne. He sat down before looking over at the other expectantly.

"Well?" Canada asked getting closer, thinking that is what the other wanted. Within a second he was yanked into the other's lap, with no explanation, as the other adjusted him so he was sitting with his legs dangling over the left side. Canada stayed silent his face slowly turning a shade of red once the other had stopped.

"A long time ago there was a different Earth you see-"

"Why?" the other practically growled out trying to move away from James. This was ridiculous, he wasn't some small child.

James kept him held down however giving him a bored look. "It's more personal this way. Would you like me to continue or not?"

Canada stopped squirming to look up at the other's face to ask if he was serious, but his face wasn't joking. There was a moment of silence before Matthew let out a sigh. He wanted to know answers; the quicker the other told him, the faster he'd be off the guy's lap.

"Alright continue."

"As I was saying, there used to be a different Earth. It was the one before yours if you must know. However, it was rather violent. The humans there were violent, sick, and starving, for none of the governments that were still around were effective. The ones that were still operational governed over large empires that were never safe or efficient. Those who were weak or injured or old or too young died. It was every man for themselves," he told Canada with a far off look. "The people didn't care about what happened to everyone and everything else for they only cared about the survival of themselves. It was like that for years and years until they found something -someone- to blame. There were many of those 'someone's.' They were supposed to represent the land and protect the people, but they didn't. So, they were killed, for the humans thought that was the problem. But without those beings, the world was no longer able to function, for it had already been on the brink of death. So it faded out of existence, forever lost in time."

Canada shifted nervously. That was a terrifying thing to think about. A whole world lost to pain, suffering, and death. He shuttered as the other continued.

"Because the beings were immortal and never meant to die, the universe gave them a job. A job that was both a second chance and a sentence of eternal suffering," he paused looking down at the smaller male, "They were given the job to watch over those who were going to be born on the new Earth. This new planet was much less violent than the first, and it would give a second chance to its reborn inhabitants. They needed representatives of the land there too, but they couldn't make the old ones do that either. So they made new ones themselves, the embodiments that they could never be. They would be the opposites of them; merciful, compassionate, caring- whatever emotions that were needed in order to ensure the new world would not parish same as the first. They crated them, waited for them to appear in history, before watching over them until the influences days were done with," the other finished off going quiet for another moment.

Canada looked at him with now widened eyes. That couldn't be true, right? But if it was…

"I've got to say you've turned out to be a caring and strong individual Canada. Which is why I am going to be helping you. Does that answer your question?"

"You created me?" Canada all but whispered not listening to the other's question.

James nodded. "Yes, I did."

"So you used to be Canada back in your world?"

"I used to be the Canadian Empire, yes."

Matthew froze once again, face going pale. "Empire?"

"Yes, I was an Empire. I controlled over America, Mexico, France, half of Russia, and Korea," he answered without missing a heartbeat. "The government wasn't very effective, like most weren't, but it was something. I ended up being killed by my own government in the end, after Allen was killed by them too."

Matthew nodded gulping silently to himself. He couldn't imagine that happening to him or Alfred. "So you are going to try to help me stop being invisible?"

"That is the plan. I think we'll be able to start looking tomorrow but I think getting something to eat would be more im-" the other was cut off however when the doors banged open. Canada scrambled out of James' lap, in slight relief, as a blond haired Italian ran over to the throne with a loud shrill cry.

"James! Dio mio, Kuro managed to get Jules in a dress and hung him from his ankles in the front foyer!" he cried out. Canada couldn't make out his face too well, they were taken over by rounded sunglasses, but it was one of the Italy brothers. Or one of the creators of the Italy brothers.

"Jesus fuck, again?" James grumbled standing up. "Come on, we need to go deal with some trouble makers," he motioned for Canada to follow him as he began to walk back out of the room to wherever the foyer must be. "Thank you for informing me Flavio."

"Righteo James," the other replied walking behind the man. Canada followed quickly as well as the trio wove their way down hallways until they could hear laughter and sobbing.

Canada gaped at the gathered group of three other people laughing hysterically at the dress clad man dangling from the ceiling by his feet, thus showing off legs and girls' underwear. He was crying loudly trying to get down but he couldn't seem to undo the knots.

"What the ever loving fuck is going on in here!?" James shouted out at the three who all went completely silent. The only thing that now filled the room where Julian's cries. Canada snuck around the outside edge of the room trying to reach the rope as James continued to question the three who had done this.

Julian was soon lowered to the ground until he came to a stop lying on his back silently. His face was bright red in shame tears still slipping down his face.

"Hey, it's alright. It was a dick move they pulled. There is no reason to cry," he tried to calm the other down placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Julian looked up at the other with tear blurred eyes before launching himself into the others arms, clinging to him like a life line. Canada let out a wheeze patting the others back.

"Yeah, that's it Jules. It's alright."

Canada took the moment to look over at the three who had done this only to see the old Axis Powers Trio, or the look-a-likes of them. The one looking like Italy looked bored as hell as James spoke angrily with the three. The 'Germany' had multiple scars on his face along with an expression of indifference while the 'Japan' was wearing the least amount of clothing a person could probably have while looking as though he were trying not to keep laughing.

They defiantly weren't the three he knew.

"So if I ever catch you doing something like this again I'll chain you to the fucking ceiling in a cocktail dress for a week and see how you like it," the other finished his rant taking a step back from the trio. "Now get out of my sight and go watch your charges."

The three walked past James with sighs of exasperation. "We were just trying to have fun James! Lighten up!" the Japan called out before the three disappeared out of sight. Flavio was already gone as well leaving the sniveling Jules, James, and Matthew left in the room.

James let out a sigh running a hand through his hair in annoyance. "Jules are you alright?" he asked walking over to the two, raising an eyebrow at the position they were in.

"I'm okay now," he whispered out looking over at the taller male. He rubbed the back of his hand under both of his eyes before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Sorry about causing a fuss."

"It isn't your fault. How about we all go get some food and retire for the night, start looking into Matthew's invisibility tomorrow?" James asked the two, awkwardly holding out a hand for Matthew to take as Jules stood up himself. Canada took it after a moment's hesitation soon nodding in agreement.

"That sounds alright. I don't think I've eaten since yesterday before the meeting."

"Alright. Let's get going then, I guess."

So the three began to walk back a different way through the large palace, Canada only now noticing it was already pitch dark outside the large windows. Only just noticing the fact the front foyer should have a door where a wall was.

Later that night, after food had been eaten and goodnights had been given to Jules and James as Canada had walked back into his room, Matthew still laid awake in bed. His mind ran rapid with thoughts about the day's events. Things that had happened seemed normal to his two other companions despite the fact how rude and mean some of the people acted here. Or just downright annoying and creepy.

It had been hectic and boggling; everything that had been revealed that day. These people here had created him and his own friends after they had been brutally killed by their own world. They watched over them in some way from where ever this was.

They were going to help him be normal. No longer invisible.

Matthew let out a sigh shifting onto his right side in annoyance. He didn't know when he'd be coming home. If anyone even noticed he was gone. Didn't know if they'd even be able to help him in the end.

It was too much to take in. It was too much to think about. He closed his eyes once again trying to fall asleep.

A loud creek echoed throughout the room as the door on the other side of the archway and entry room opened. Canada froze reaching over to grab his glasses and silently slip out of bed. He crept over to one side of the archway as he listened to the door reclose and quiet footsteps make their way over to it.

The person walked underneath the archway as Canada tackled them down, holding them down to the ground. He froze once their face could be seen.

"Julian? What are you doing here?" he whispered out quickly getting off of the other trying to help him up. He stopped when he heard the other let out a sniff of sadness. "Uhh, shit, I'm sorry for tackling you down. I didn't realize it was you and-"

"No, it's fine. I was just kicked out of my room," the other interrupted the other before slapping a hand over his mouth, "Sorry, I stopped you from speaking."

"Oh no, it's fine but, you were kicked out?"

"Yeah. My bruder kicked me out of our room so I was wondering if I could stay here tonight?" the other looked at Matthew hopefully wringing his hands together in his lap.

Matthew smiled sadly before nodding, "Of course. The bed is plenty big enough."

Jules smiled at the other before standing up shuffling nervously as the other walked back over and crawled under the covers. Matthew took off his glasses as the other slipped under the covers on the other side.

"Good night Matthew. Thank you," Julian whispered before closing his eyes falling asleep within a few minutes. Canada didn't reply, choosing to stay silent and try to fall asleep himself. The only thought that ran through his mind before sleep overtook him was simple and something he wouldn't remember come morning.

Maybe it isn't so bad here.

End of Chapter Two

Yeah, yeah, second chapter is out! A bit shorter than the first but I've been super busy, so sorry. Either way: look forward to the next chapter and keep on reading!

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