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Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine. I want it so baaaaaaad though xD


Chapter 2: Mattie or Maddie? Arther Drops the Bomb

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

Matthew groaned, not willing to wake up on this quiet morning. Kumajiro, trying to get away from the sound, covered his ears and cuddled further into his owners abdomen. The girl sighed and patted her bear's head, silently thanking him for being like an extra blanket.

How many times had that stupid alarm clock gone off?

Considering she hit the 'Snooze' button who knows how many number of times, it was probably a lot.

The Nation sighed and looked at the ceiling, wracking her brain as to why she set the alarm in the first place.

The only time she actually set it were for things such as meeting up with Alfred, or any real public thing, so she could have time to bind her chest up good and tight.

She looked blankly at the calender, the obnoxious beeping still going, drilling into her brain. 'Why did I set that thing, eh?' A date was circled in red. 'Its just the third Saturday of the---'

Blue orbs widening in a panic as she shot up, flinging the large bear up off of her and onto the floor. The bear gave a grunt and looked up to the bed. His master hopped out of bed, her nightshirt bunched up to her waist as she quickly flung it off in order to get dressed.

Despite the fact that he was an animal, Kumajiro knew his manners, and covered his eyes with his large paws as Matthew went along with her, extremely rushed, routine.

"I can't believe I forgot about the UN meeting, eh!" she shouted, finally fitting her large hoodie over her head. Brushing her teeth rapidly and quickly spitting the foam in the sink, she did a quick mental check.

'Panties, bra, teeth brushed, hair combed, pants on, undershirt... okay, I think I'm good.' "Come on Kuma, we gotta go! We're already..." looking the the clock, "Mother of Maple! 30 Minutes late!" She turned to grab him, but found said bear digging quickly, for him anyway, though one of her drawers.

"Oh come one! I'll get you your maple candys after the meeting, eh! Ug, it's probably over already," Grabbing him from under his large arms, she huffed, lifting him up as she ran out the door, aware that he held something in his mouth. Too bad she was to busy running out of her house, almost forgetting to lock the door in the process, to see what it was.

-- At the UN Building --


Sadly, Matthew was right. The meeting had already ended by the time she got there. Groaning as Nations passed her, she looked at Kumajiro, "Ah well," she said, looking down the hallway, "No one probably no-no-tiii-ti-ti..." When she looked back to her bear, she finally realized what was in the poor things mouth and her face turned stark white.

Her Gauze.

She pulled the bear closer to her chest and squeaked.

This could not be happening! After all these years!

'Bathroom. Bathroom. Bathroom. Oh where is the god forsaken Bathroom, eh?!' Even after all the years of coming to this building, she still couldn't find the bathroom. But truth be told, she never really needed to use it, so never bothered learning where it was.

Sharply turning a corner in her frantic attempt to find the bathroom, she roughly bumped into someone and fell flat on her bottom, loosing her grip on Kumajiro, watching the bear flopped on the floor a few feet away. The other person shouted, papers were sent flying to the ground.

"America! You Bloody Git! Watch where you're going!"

"I-i'm sorry England-san! It was my fault, e-eh!"

'Of course, I run into him now. Couldn't be after I gauze my chest. Nope. Has to be now. God must think screwing with me is the funniest thing in the world.' She spared a glance upward and internally cursed with a light, almost inaudible sigh.

Arther looked closer, his bushy brows furrowing, " 'San'? Oh! Canada! I'm terribly sorry lad, thought you were someone else."

"I-it's alright, everyone does..."

"Are you quite alright? You look like you've seen a ghost or something of the like." Canada immediately remembered the situation and her arms quickly went up to cover her chest as she stood.

"Oh, um, Arther?" England looked up from grabbing his papers, hearing his real name, "D-do you know where the bathroom is? I've never needed to use it so I don't have a clue to where it is, eh."

The British man sighed and smiled as he stood, "Yes, I do know where it's at, I'll show you. ... Are you alright? Does your chest hurt?"

Canada mentally groaned, 'Oh please, don't ask...'

Feeling something tap her forehead she opened her eyes to see emerald green staring straight into hers, Arther's forehead laying gently against hers. "You do seem a little warm. Is that why you weren't at the meeting?"

Matthew's face flushed red and backed up into a wall, "I-I'm fine, eh! Just overslept is all."

Truth be told, the Northern Nation had been feeling a bit under the weather lately. That's why she didn't wake up as soon as the alarm clock went off first, but that was beyond the point now. She needed to find a bathroom. Now. Like, super now.

Arther walked forward a bit and sighed, "Honestly, Matthew, you need to take better care of yourself." He placed his hand on 'his' chest, "You're going... to... to--... s-soft?" The bushy browed man's train of thought completely derailed as he looked to the 'man's' face, which was redder than the hoodie that 'he' always sported.

Slap!

France exited one of the many rooms in the UN building after hearing a flesh on flesh sound, to see Arther holding his cheek, his face bright red. "Something wrong, mon ami?"

"H-he, I, sh-sh-sh-she?! B-bu, whe-, I." He looked around for a moment, almost frantically to see that Matthew was nowhere in site.

Francis laughed, "Seems like someone rattled you're skull, my friend, who did it?" "M-matt... Maddie?" Francis looked confused for a moment, but then smiled, "Ah, Matthieu. What did he say to make you so dumbfounded?"

"Sh-she hit me!" America popped his head from around a corner with a grin, "Who hit you? I need to go congratulate them!" France looked confused, "Matt hit you? What for?" he paused and looked to the red faced man, "And why do you keep saying 'She'? Matthew is clearly a man... well, boy." "Yea England, whats up with you?"

Kumajiro, after seeing Matthew run around the corner at breakneck speed, stood on his stubby legs, gauze still in his mouth, and tried to make a stealthy exit. But then again, how can you be stealthy when you are a medium sized, white polar bear?

He was almost immediately picked up by gloved hands, "You." The British accent made the bear shiver and try to wiggle out of his grasp, but to no avail. "How long have you known." The bear looked up him lazily, making an attempt to look stupid. "Don't you look at me like that!" Arther snapped, "I know you can talk, how long have you know that Matthew is a girl?!"

Francis and Alfred look at each other, then back to England, "Why do you insist on this? Matthieu is a man, I raised him for a good portion of his life." he scoffed, "I found him. How could I not know?"

Arther wasn't listening, however, still trying to get an answer out of the tubby bear, shaking it slightly.

"Since I first met her up in Ottawa, stupid." The small voice rang out.

The Hallway was silent.

The bear was dropped, yet again, as England lifted his hands to his head and gave a frustrated yell as he yanked his hair, "ARG! How could I have been so BLIND?! It seems glaringly obvious now!"

France looked contimplative, "Hmm... I guess that would explain why he... she never let me dress hi-her or give her a bath..." he mumbled, stumbling over his 'he's and 'she's.

Alfred just kinda stopped moving. France thought he just kinda broke.

Kumajiro mumbled, something about stupid British people thinking its funny to abuse animals, and tottled off down the hall, looking for his master.

"What's going on, Aru?" China asked, looking away from his large Russian companion for a moment at hearing the commotion

"Yes, everyone seems so... what is word? Stressed? Da?" Russia commented idly, not caring too much about why the Englishman was yelling.

England shouted and ranted as ge went off into his shpiel on how Matthew was a girl and the others listened intently, different thoughts going into their own minds.

After England's little mental break down was finished, and the two communist countries left, America looked around;

"Where did Mattie, ... or Maddie, I guess, go?"

Their faces drained of color in an instant.

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Next Chapter: Mission Nearly Impossible? Getting into a Canada's House.

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