'If I'm going to prove that I'm worth having around, it would be easier to start with Mattie. He'll be the first person who would admit he likes having me here, besides England. So I need to find my little bro and tell him just how much I care for him, well I'll try proving it instead of actually telling him. I'll make him think I'm the best big brother ever.' America was currently encouraging himself while he walked thru all of the halls of the meeting place, looking for Canada.

The obnoxious American even came to the meeting place early hoping to be able to talk to his brother privately. He's plan was to run up tell him he was his hero and that he would never let anyone hurt him then the Canadian boy would hug him as a thank you and it would be a successful mission.

Shall we see what the little Canadian is doing at the moment?

"You're right, I shouldn't worry so much." Said the meek whispery voice that sounds louder than usual in the empty hall way.

"Da, would you doubt my advice?" A smug childish voice replied with a smile to match.

"Non, I don't doubt you Russia! You are older than me so it would make sense that you understand more." Matthew was frantic that he might have offended his boyfriend in some way.

"Don't worry Mattvey." The larger man ruffled the younger boy's curly blonde hair in affection.

The Canadian's hand flew to his hair to make sure it was straight; well other than the one stubborn curl that he had long since gotten used to, "Why must everyone mess with my hair?" He mumbled to himself.

"Because it is cute and touchable, da." Russia smiled as he walked next to boy, genially happy to be near him.

"That sounds wrong," Matthew blushed, I'm glad we always get here so early, I like spending time with you." The quiet nation confessed.

"Da, me to. You are the only one I don't intimidate or scare away." Russia softly let his arm fall around the boy's shoulders to further his point.

Canada just smiled up at the man as he moved closer and leaned his head against his shoulder; his arm sliding inside the large coat to wrap around the man's waist, giving him the ability to feel his muscled form underneath the soft cotton shirt. Snuggling his head into the man's side, searching for the comfort he knew was always there.

They stopped walking as Russia leaned against the wall; his big coat making it softer than imagined. The almost white haired man slid down to sit on the floor, bringing the wavy blonde haired boy down with him; dragging him into his lap.

Matthew squeaked, "What are you doing?" he looked around widely to make sure no one was around to see the scene.

Russia simply chuckled, "What's the matter, Mattvey? No one is around." Russia buried his face in Matthew's soft French influenced hair.

"But what if someone sees us?" Canada blushed, turning to look at Russia who had lifted his head out of his hair with a sad expression that was rarely shown.

"What if they do? Do you really care if they do?" hanging his head, Russia's face was covered by the soft silk of his scarf, the only thing that kept him safe from the unwanted eyes that judge him.

Matthew brought his hand to rest gently on the man's soft check, "No I don't." rubbing his face with his thumb in a comforting fashion.

Russia's smile beamed as he leaned into the warm touch while the Canadian blush was soft crimson across his checks. Canada readjusted himself to sit side was in the Russians lap, his legs thrown over the man's so that he rest his hand on his chest and lean up to reach his soft lips.

Though this action was stopped centimeters from the others lips, by a small voice.

"Gross." Kumajiro had been sitting beside them.

Kumajiro is use to them doing this when they were together but they would always get overly excited when in each other's embrace and currently Kumajiro had no other room he could walk into so he had to stop them.

Matthew laughed at his furry friend while Russia chuckled, "Sorry Kumaka."

Matthew smiled and just leaned into Russia's muscled form, burying his face into his chest. Russia wrapped his arms around the quiet boy's small waist, while Kumajiro curled up in Matthew's lap, falling asleep to his owner's hand rhythmically smoothing the plush white fur. Russia's head lay on Matthew's and he couldn't help but relish this moment. He can honestly say he is completely and utterly content with his situation.

Too bad for Russia, he can never stay happy with anything; something always ruins it. What ruined his moment with the only person he truly loves was his lovers' brother. The obnoxious, loud boy ruined everything by running up and loudly screaming at his brother, angering the Russian as he tightened his grip around the Canadian protectively and glared at the American boy.

"Mattie what are you doing with that commi!" Alfred was flailing his arms around like an idiot that just saw a bus crash into a wall and didn't know what to do other than run in a circle and throw his arms around.

"A-Alfred, w-w-what are you doing here?" Matthew brought his hand to Ivan's to hold as he sat there, pushing himself into his body as if to grow smaller and recede from the danger in front of him. The Russian's anger grew, for he did not like it when his Mattvey was scared. Russia wrapped his arms fully around Matthew in a protective manner.

"Doesn't matter why I'm here, you're coming with me." America shot his hand out to grab Matthew's but stopped when Russia flipped their hands to where Matthew's was pressed into his chest, giving the American an icy stare.

"Нет, Mattvey is mine." Russia tightened his grip around the boy while Kumajiro got up and walked away from the tense atmosphere.

"He's my brother, and I will protect him!" America glared down at the man.

Even while sitting on the ground the Russia still had a terrifying aura but Alfred refused to back down; as did Ivan. Russia sat there with a childish smile spread across his lips and intimidation radiating off of him.

"This may be true Amerika, but Mattvey is the best thing to ever happen to me and I refuse to lose him." Russia's smile was still placed on his face.

Matthew looked up at his boyfriend with glossy eyes, and a trembling lip, "Really?" Canada asked.

"Da, I wouldn't lie to you." Russia's face softened when the Canadian hugged him with tear filled eyes, for he knew those were tears of happiness.

America watched in shock as his baby brother planted a kiss on the commi bastard's check. At that moment England had walked over to him and proceeded to drag him away by the arm; of course after he stared in shock at his former provenience and Russia.

America sighed heavily in frustration, "How can my baby brother like that good for nothing commi!"

"America," England sighed as he stopped to turn and look at the boy, realizing just how much he has grown, "Matthew is no longer a baby, he is a nation; Canada, can make his own decisions. Don't be so ignorant." England let go of the boys arm.

"I'm not ignorant; I'm a hero and as a hero I have to keep everyone safe!" America pumped his fist in the air.

The image in his head was of him standing with one foot on top of a defeated Russia's chest in victory, his flag waving as the back ground. His Canadian brother running up to him with tear filled eyes; clinging to his side.

"Thanks you America, for saving me from the evil commi, I should have believed you in the first place."

With his arm wrapped around Canada he gave a flashy grin, "No problem little bro, that's what a hero is for"

During all of this he had unconsciously said everything out loud so that England could hear. The Englishman shook his head, exasperated, at the idiot in front of him.

"That wouldn't happen, you know what it was like when people attack Russia," England tried to reason but with the blank stare he got from the blonde, he became angry, "And Matthew doesn't sound like that!"

It was true, it sounded like whenever a guy pretends to have a girly voice, why would he do that with Canada… Don't answer that. America just laughed as England turned around and stormed away from the scene before him. Leaving the American to walk alone, his smile fell from his face as he watched his feet while walking forward to get to the meeting.

It's true, Canada isn't a baby; even if he is America's younger brother he can take care of himself. Alfred can't help it though; when it comes to his younger twin brother he became overly protective and rash. America wanted to be his little brother's hero and save him from all the monsters just like when they were kids. Is that so wrong, to want to hear his brothers say that he was his hero.

But what has America done to help Canada, nothing, that's what. America has left Canada to be eaten by the dogs on more than one account. America stopped in front of a large wooden door, outlined with a gold rim. The oak looking brand new or at least well taken care off.

With a sigh, America looked up at the door and plastered a smile on his face; placing his hands on the door knob. Pushing the door soundlessly open he ran into the large meeting room with a table in the middle and flowers in the center, yelling to announce his presence.

"Hey guys, the hero's back to save the world!" With his loud proclamation the other nations sighed while some smiled or ignored him and his announcement.

A few minutes after the American entered the room, so did a large scary Russian. What most people don't notice is that a small, quiet, Canadian boy was right behind him. These two men sat beside each other and while the Russia with the pretty white scarf just smiled creepily at everyone, the little Canadian watched his brother with remorse.

Thru out the whole meeting America acted as he always did, the key word there being acted. Matthew could tell his brother was worried and he knew he was the reason. Yea, Alfred could get over protective but it's just because he cares.

The meeting finally ended when England stormed out screaming that he wouldn't tolerate France's harassment; even though he does all the time. Canada wanted to be the last one to leave; hoping that he would get a chance to be alone with Ivan.

So that's what they did; waited for everyone to leave the room and then as the last to leave the walked slowly hand in hand, down the hall. What they didn't expect was that a certain blonde was watching from the back ground; he had been waiting for them. His glasses gleamed as he moved forward to grab his brother by the arm; a fake smile plastered to his face.

"Yo, Mattie! Let's hang out today," the American smiled then gave a pointed look at the man beside the male, "Just me and you."

Canada jerked his arm out of his brothers grip, "Al, I don't want to hang out today, I kinda have other plans." The Canadian didn't want to hurt his brother's feelings but Alfred has never cared before.

A dark look over came the blonde, "So you would rather hang out with a commi then your own brother!" The accusation hurt, but at the moment anger over threw that emotion in the little blonde male.

"What are you getting at, Al?" even with a whispery voice the Canadian was boiling with anger and intimidation.

"You care more about this stupid Commi than your own family!" Alfred was yelling and even though it was louder than Canada's yelling it was still a terrifying sight to see the Canadian mad.

"You've never cared about me before, so why start now!" Canada's fist were shaking at his side

"I do care, that's why I don't want him around you! I don't want you to become corrupt!" America's arms were flailing at this point, as if it would further his point if he looked like a complete idiot.

"No, you don't! You just can't stand the fact that someone finally notices me!" Matthew had tears running down as his face as he was overcome with emotions.

It's amazing how thru out this whole scene, Russia has just been standing beside his boyfriend without saying a single word; his childish smile ever present on his morbid face.

"What do mean, you're noticed all the time. People know who you are; at least you're not ignored all the time!" America just doesn't get how fast this is going downhill.

"At least people know your name. I'm so invisible to the world that people don't notice when I enter the room, Kumajiro doesn't even know my name. If I am noticed it's because everyone thinks I'm you! People know who you are, I'm nobody to them!" the violet eyed Canadian tried to calm his quiet sobs.

"I know who you are, and so does France, England, and even that stupid Prussian knows your name." America might not be screaming anymore but his reasoning sounded like he was scolding the young nation.

"You only notice me when it's convenient for you and I have to tell France and Britain who I am!" Matthew brought a hand up to wipe away the icy water on his checks, "Gilbert's never around so what does he even matter."

"Matthew, you need to stop being so selfish. We know who you are and we care!" America reached out to his brother but his hand was slapped away, shocking the nation.

"Is it really all that selfish to want people to notice me?" After throwing that in his brothers face; Matthew turned around and ran down the hall as fast as he could, his icy tears flying behind him.

America watched his brothers receding form as his footsteps echoed down the hall. Lost in the thoughts that he had hurt him, yet again. The only thing that brought him out of his thoughts was a childish voice filled with hidden anger.

"Way to go, Amerika." Russia picked up Kumajiro and handed him over the typical American while he, himself ran after his lover.

"Alone." Kumajiro always seems to know what to say to make his words cut the deepest.

America's face fell to the ground so he could watch each of his pitiful steps; while Kumajiro stayed in his arms looking over his back to the direction his owner and friend had run off in. Kumajiro's fluffy head bobbing as the American clumsily walked; who at the moment was wondering how Canada could always carry this heavy bear.

"Who?" The simply question that couldn't be answered at the moment.

This question that was piped in his ear, made America stand up straight as he held the bear in front of his face, with a questioning gaze. This question turned to realization; the American smiled at the bear and held him in a bear hug, how ironic.

"That's a great idea, let's go to Matthew's." America began to run down to the hall to get to his car.

The great plan was for America to show up at Canada's hotel room and be the hero that apologized to his brother.

With Russia and Canada

"Mattvey!" Russia called out to the still running blonde male, man he could run fast.

The younger of the two stopped running; Matthew just stood in the parking lot beside his car sobbing. His hands tried to rub them all away but the tears kept forming in his eyes. Russia walked up to the boy; slightly panting from the sudden exercise.

Standing g up straight Russia put his arms around the boys' slender waist; resting his forehead against the others.

Taking a deep breath the Russian spoke, "Are you ok, Mattvey?" the childish smile was now replaced with rare seriousness.

Matthew took a deep breath as well, "Yea, he's just so infuriating sometimes."

"Da, he can be, but he does care for you," Russia sighed in frustration, "No matter how much I want to deny it, he is a good brother in his own way."

"Yea, but where does he get off trying to say I'm selfish?" Matthew didn't understand how he was being selfish.

"He was wrong about that, but you both are invisible in your own ways." Dark violets looked to the cloudy sky, then back to the younger boy in his arms.

"What do you mean?" Matthew snaked his arms around the larger man's neck and leaned into his embrace.

"You are not seen by many people," Russia smiled at the sad eyes that stared at him, "But once you push yourself into their lives you cannot be forgotten; me and Prussia are proof of that, da."

"I guess you're right." Matthew smiled at the Russian while he pushed his face into the silky scarf and continued to listen to is explanation.

"You're brother on the other hand, is ignored by all because of his supposed stupidity. He his noticed but not acknowledged; your brother doesn't understand how much we rely on him even if we don't listen to him." Russia kissed Matthew on the top of the head, "Let's go back to the hotel, it is about to rain da."

Ivan was right, when Matthew looked around it had gotten a lot darker and gloomy looking, upon lifting his face toward the sky he found that dark clouds had formed and taken the sky hostage. Nodding at the man before he sat in the passenger seat while the Russian drove. Matthew was thankful that they had decided to buy one car to drive.

Half to the hotel, the music that was blasting got turned down as Matthew looked to Russia with a horrified expression. Russia just simply raised an eyebrow to his sudden change in attitude.

"Oh my maple, where's Kumaki!" Matthew frantically looked around the car as if the white polar bear would suddenly appear with his confused head tilted to the side.

Russia chuckled at the Canadian, wondering why it took so long for him to figure out he wasn't with them, "Don't worry, he well be reunited with you soon."

"Ivan, where is he?" Matthew's why was followed by his puppy eyes.

This caused the Russian to laugh out loud, "Those eyes won't work on me. I have been alive for a long time."

Matthew just huffed and crossed his arms while looking out the window; it always worked on, Al.
That's right Matthew still needed to apologize to his older brother. With a sigh the boy figured it would have to wait till tomorrow considering how late it was. If only he had kept calm and hadn't snapped at his brother.

Russia parked in front of the hotel America had them staying at and of course this hotel happened to have a McDonalds in front of it. Why was America so obsessed with hamburgers? Well, that would be like asking why Russia loved vodka, you won't get an answer other than its good.

Matthew got out of the car and walked to the room he and Russia shared. They walked hand in hand; ignoring the stares they got from the other people. Once at the door Matthew was laughing at something Russia had said while he was unlocking the door.

Russia pushed the door open and let the petit boy walk in first, a smile on his face in its usual spot. Flipping the lights on the two found a tired American asleep on their couch with a patient Kumajiro sitting on his stomach; watching the door.

Once the lights turned on and the fuzz ball was sure it was Matthew who had walked into the door; he jumped off of the American after adding a little pressure to get a good jump, and jumped into the Canadian's arms. After the initial shock the violet eyed male squealed; happy to have his best friend back.

The pressure from the bear, and lost warmth along with the squealing woke the American up. Groggily looking over to see his brother was back he bolted up and gave Canada a hug he wasn't expecting.

"I'm sorry Mattie; I shouldn't have been so mean to you."

Canada timidly wrapped his arms around the young nation in front of him, after a moment of though hugged back and then took a step back to look at the man in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Al I shouldn't gotten so upset with you." Canada smiled his voice just as whispery as ever.

"No, you don't have to apologize it was my entire fault," America smiled at his look-a-like, "and as the hero, I say I'm sorry."

Canada hugged the obnoxious male then pushed him to the door, "Well, thanks for apologizing, good night." With that the door was slammed in his face.

America sighed and walked to his car, he went home with a smile on his face; knowing that he did the right thing.

Inside the room Russia was laughing at the happy blonde and the fact that he had slammed a door in his brother's face. Said meek Canadian bounded over to the Russian and with his arms around his neck planted a kiss on his soft lips.

"Let's sleep." Matthew giggled as Kumajiro curled up on the couch ready to sleep away all the stress of the day.

"Da." Russia picked up the boy bridal style and carried him to the bed, "Tomorrow we will eat pancakes for breakfast."

"Yay," the squeal of delight made the Russian chuckle as he crawled under the blankets with his Canadian boyfriend, "je t'aime tellement!"

"я тебя люблю, чтобы Матвей."

Canada snuggled into the Russians side as he fell asleep in his warm embrace. Knowing he was forever safe in these arms, Canada could sleep peacefully.

Russia on the other hand knew for a fact that as long as someone believed in him and would want him around then he would be happy. As long as he had his happy Canadian then life would go on.

This is how the two helped each other in their mutualistic relationship. Love is a wonderful thing as long as it is returned. Who needs to be noticed by others when all the important people in your life see you, and who cares if you are feared by all as long as the few who love you will always stay by your side.

The End… For now

Ok so the translations first off

Je t'aime tellement (French) I love you so much

я тебя люблю, чтобы Матвей (Russian) I love you to.

Da is obviously Russian for yes.

Ok so I don't know if I will make another chapter, it matters how this one turns out and if it's liked as much as the first one is. So please, let me know what you think. If this goes well and people want me to put the other chapters up that I was thinking of then there would be three more and they would be like this one and the last one. They would be about Russia, England, and then France.

Well, have a good day and I hope you enjoyed this. And I'm sorry it's not as good as the first one.

I would like to thank the person who gave me the idea to do this Igirisu1996! Thanks a lot for the plot bunny, lol.