Chapter 1
Canada looked around the room. He had been put in between France and England, very very awkward. Originally he was in between Austria and Hungary, but Alfred nicely gave him this spot. Kumajiro looked up at his owner with worry in his black eyes, but quickly retreated when he saw a big Russia about too sit on the short Canadian. Matthew was quick to realize this and practically fell out of the chair as the Russian sat in the chair. America saw this, stood up and quickly went over too his brother on the floor.
"Mattie, lets go. I'll get your things, go wait in the car," America said and sent a death glare at the Russian who had tried to sit on his little brother. Canada nodded, holding back tears, and ran out the open double doors. Cuba was saying something when he saw Matthew running out the doors, almost in tears. America was quickly trying to not make eye contact with anyone as he gathered Matthew's and his own things.
"What are you doing America? Are you leaving?" Russia asked a cruel and childish smile on his face. Alfred on grumbled and put the papers into his suitcase. He walked over to Cuba and Australia.
"Me and Mattie are going to get going. I need to drop him off at his house. Do you want to stay or go?" America asked. Ukraine looked up from her paper work.
"Um, i'm going to go. I would like to comfort Matthew," she smiled and got all her papers together, then happily skipped out of the room to the waiting Canada.
"I'll go mate! We aren't wanted here anyway!" Australia smirked and Cuba nodded in agreement.
"Since everyone seems to be leaving, this world meeting is dismissed!" Germany yelled. The room erupted in loud talk.
"Why did they all leave?" England wondered. He gave a weary look to France who shrugged.
"You could see, Da? They were not wanted here. They realized that and left," Russia said and made a very creepy laugh. he had gotten back a the Canadian who had caused his sister to switch sides in the war.
"It makes you wonder, though. Alfred is always so protective of Mathieu. Why would he come and bring him with?" France wondered aloud. There was a low growl from under the table. Everyone stopped what the were doing and looked at Russia, who was eyeing a white furred bear. Kumajiro growled again then launched itself at the tall Russian. Ivan easily slapped it to the side. Kumajiro hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the floor. Out cold.
"What the BLOODY HELL! Why is there a polar bear here!" England squeaked and clung to France's arm, much to France's enjoyment.
"It's Mathieu's bear, if I do recall. Kumajiro, I believe," France said as he patted the frightened Briton.
" Would the bear be a good hostage? It is the American's little brothers, Da?" Russia smiled deviously.
"Well, yes he would be a very good hostage. You aren't really going to use the bear for a hostage situa-!" England stopped when Russia sent him a death glare.
"I saw a cage in the closet!" Hungary chimed.
"Good, let get this show on the road, Da?" the room erupted in hoots and hollers of approval. Russia headed towards the door, but stopped as a small shaky hand grabbed his coat. He looked down to see a terrified England clutching the off white almost tan fabric.
"Y-you're n-not g-going to h-hurt C-Canada, right?" England asked without looking up. France came up behind him, wrapping a protective arm around England.
"This is war, Da? All will be hurt, unintentionally or intensionally. You shouldn't have joined this if you do not like that you are against your family," Russia glare at the two blond's and yanked his arm out of the Englishman's pitiful grasp. France pulled England into a comforting hug. Soft sobs emanated from the small blond's lips.
"Come on, don't cry Arthur. I miss them too. Shush~ it's alright" France cooed and slowly ran his fingers through the mess blond hair.
"I d-d-don't w-w-want t-to h-h-hurt M-M-Matthew t-to m-much!" He whimpered and hid his face in the Frenchman's chest.
"Don't worry. Mathieu can stand up for himself. Nothing can stop him and no one will hurt him," Francis whispered and began to lead Arthur towards the now caged and unconscious polar bear. Russia looked at them through the crack in the door. Now he wanted to know why they cared for the small Canadian boy even though they always forgot him. They always forgot him... what was so special about the Canadian? Russia grumbled to himself and walked away from the door with all the noisy nations inside.
"I will. I swear to my cold heart. I will find out what is so special about that Canadian... i will discover what it is," Russia 'kolkolkolkolkolkol'ed to himself. A malicious smile dancing on his lips.
"No!" Canada wailed and dashed around the empty meeting room frantically.
"Matthew! Get ahold of yourself!" Cuba said and grabbed the panicking Canadian by the shoulders. "Whats wrong? Take deep breaths and tell me what wrong." Cuba slightly shook the boy.
"Ricardo! He's gone! I can't find him anywhere!" Matthew wailed, tears streaming down his pink cheeks. Ricardo gasped a bit when Canada called him by his human name. He was even more surprised when Canada wrapped his arms around him in a hug.
"W-who's g-gone?" he managed to say a small blush forming on his tanned skin.
"K-K-Kuma- Kuma- Kumajiro!" he wailed. Cuba remembered the bear that was always with the short blond.
"Don't worry," Cuba said firmly, pushing Matthew away a bit. Canada looked up at the tanned and a bit plump nation with hope. "You check outside, I'll check the building a couple more times. Canada's face lit up a bit. His usually bright blue-purple eyes were still dull, but a light twinkle of happiness tried to push away the sadness. Matthew nodded and ran out of the room and towards the double doors leading outside. Ricardo spun around and shook his head furiously, his blush lightened enough so his tanned skin could hide it.
Canada dashed to the door only to stop short as he saw the weather outside. It was pouring rain and the gutters were already overflowing. Canada's heart sank, Kumajiro hated this weather. he wouldn't have been out there, not even if the world was ending.
"No. He must have had to go to the bathroom and went outside and it started to rain! Thats it!" Canada whispered to himself. Once he was outside, he wished he had brought his red hoody. Within second he was soaked to the bone. 'all for Kumajiro. all for Kumajiro' he chanted in his head over and over till he was at the forests edge. It was very thin, half a mile wide at the least. "K-Kumajiro! Kumajiro!" he yelled as loud as his soft voice would let him. No answer. Matthew's heart sank, his friend was nowhere. Slowly his legs gave way and he sank to the ground, defeated and withering in loneliness. Tears rolled down his already wet face.
"Mattie... Oh My God! Mattie! Whats wrong!" America exclaimed and ran over to his little brother, wrapping his arm around him protectively. Canada looked up, his usually bright blue-purple eyes were now dull and lifeless.
"H-he's g-g-gone! H-he l-l-left m-m-me..." Canada sobbed. Alfred held his head and pulled him deeper into the hug.
"Don't worry. Shush~ its okay. Don't cry, Mattie," Alfred whispered,"please don't cry. Come on lets get back inside. You'll catch a cold..."
"Arthur, can you help me? This cage is heave~!" France heaved and tried to push the cage into the care. The bear inside growled every time France moved. England walked over and gave the cage a hard but light shove. The cage slipped in and France slammed the door shut. His Blond hair hanging limply around his face, dripping onto his already wet clothes. England rested his head on the taller blonds wet shoulder, he felt tears coming again. France opened his mouth to speak but then heard a very loud and unmistakable voice. They both did.
"Mattie, its okay. We'll get him back. I'll get him back by any means necessary!" America exclaimed with a protective arm around him. England gasped and looked down at his feet. France stared at the two brothers, mostly Matthew. His hair hung limp around his face, his blue-purple eyes were hidden by the downcast hair.
"T-t-t-thank y-y-y-you! I j-j-just r-r-really hope t-t-that K-K-Kumajiro i-is o-o-okay..." Matthew cried, leaning into his brothers arm. England sniffed a bit and rushed into the car, France followed. When they were safely out of the rain France pulled the crying England into a tight hug. Sweden got into the drivers seat and Germany in the passenger. The keys turned and the engine roared to life. They all froze, a loud voice sounded in the cage.
"CANADA!" Kumajiro roared. France pulled England closer, using his arms to cover the emotionally wrecked Englishman's ears. "CANADA! CANADA! CANADA!"
Canada lifted his head and turned it in the direction of the sound. It was muffled, but there was still the distinction of 'Canada'. In the back of a large Honda was a familiar white fluffy face of... Kumajiro. He ripped out of America's grasp and ran towards the bear.
"KUMAJIRO!" Canada screamed. He was almost to the car. "KUMAJIRO!" Sweden pushed the gas pedal. The car quickly sped away. Kumajiro kept on screaming his masters name. Everyone could hear the Canadian screaming for the polar bear. Matthew collapsed on the ground, his voice almost gone from screaming. America ran to him and gave the car speeding away a death glare. Alfred picked up his little brother bridal style and quickly ran into the building.
France pulled the Englishman closer. His soft whimpers had become full fledged sobs. Germany and Sweden were both trying to ignore the crying nation. Pity clouding there mind. France rested his head lightly on the short blonds head. He cooed and tried to calm him down, but France himself felt that he was being ripped in two. As hard as he tried, a tear slipped from his eyes and spilled down his cheek. He hadn't known they would have hurt Matthew so bad. He never knew the little Canadian was capable of such heart breaking cries...