Chapter 3

Matthew's eyes slowly opened. His head felt groggy from the liquid chloroform France had tricked him into drinking. Canada's eyes wandered the room and rested on a somewhat large puff of fur next to him. The bear looked up, happiness easily seen in its black eyes.

"K-KUMAKICHI!" Canada laughed and pulled the bear into a loving hug. The bear leaned into the hug happily.

"Who?" he practically purred. Canada flopped onto his side and gave the bear a cute little smile.

"Canada," he giggled and nestled his face into the white fur. Kumajiro put a protective paw on his owners hand, and gave him a small lick on the nose. The Canadian was already asleep, the chloroform still in his system. The bear pushed up closer into his owner and let out a happy sigh. Slowly he drifted into a peaceful sleep...

Russia grumbled. All the countries were in his house. His house was full of loud obnoxious nations. He couldn't even torture the Baltic States due to all the people.

"Why are we, um, all in MY house? Why not China's house?" Russia growled. Everyone went ridged at his cold voice.

"U-um we're here because you are closer to Canada than China!" Thailand stuttered. Taiwan smiled and clutched his hand for speaking up. China let out an exasperated sigh.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I WANT JAPAN HERE!" Korea wailed and rolled around on the floor.

"He's the enemy. Suck it up and deal," Hong Kong replied, his voice emotionless as usual. China tried to no notice them. Russia grumbled and rubbed his temples. All he wanted to do was go watch the Canadian, the little angel. This really disturbed him. He couldn't be going soft, could he? NO! He just wanted to see the boy because of his hair color. The blond was that of a beautiful newly opened sunflower. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less... right?

"May I go see Mathieu?" France asked and looked at the Russian for conformation.

"I'm going too," He grumbled and followed the Frenchman upstairs and towards the sleeping blonds room. Ivan saw that France was even more concerned about Matthew. WAIT! Now he's calling the Canadian by his human name? Nope... Canada, Canada, CANADA! That was the boys name... his... only... name...

"What are we going to do with him? Will we give him back?" France asked, his voice pulling Russia from his thoughts. He had to think the answer over.

"Till America surrenders. That is it," Russia answered as they walked into the room. Russia had to suppress a gasp. The boy looked perfect, his features giving him the look of the angel he was. The white covers hid his night clothes. The only thing that showed were his arms that were grasping a somewhat big white ball of fluff. The bear... Kumajiro. The sight brought him... joy? Why? Why did this boy do that?

"He's like an angel. He always was and always will be...," France smiled. Depression. The only emotion Russia could see on the Frenchman's face. "I need to speak with you."

"Da?" Russia said without taking his eyes off of the sleeping Canadian.

"Mathieu is not weak. We all may forget about him... but he is as strong as Alfred... maybe even stronger," Russia turned and blinked at him. The Canadian was... strong? The boy that looked like a fragile doll could be stronger than the stupid American? "It's hard to believe. I've seen it though. It was when i first found him," France sighed at the memory.

"What happened?" Russia asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. France looked at him with gloomy eyes. Hurt. Anger. Guilt. Many other emotions littered his blue eyes. Russia noticed the resemblance of Canada and France. They both had blond hair that had a little wave and curl to it. Though, in Ivan's opinion, Matthew's hair was more beautiful. The blond locks looked like sunflower petals, or the sun that was almost always hidden by clouds. France and Canada both had girlish figures. If France didn't have the little blond hairs on his chin and act like a seducing pervert who grabbed things he shouldn't, then the Canadian would almost be the exact twin of the Frenchman.

"It was an accident, all of it was unintentional," France began. Russia was, again, pulled from his thoughts. Bright blue eyes locked with cruel purple ones. "Arthur had just proclaimed that Canada was his, also making Mathieu his as well. He was Alfred's brother, that was the only thought going through my mind at the time. It was the only thing that made me give him to Arthur. We met on the shore of the English Channel, the French side of course. Mathieu had no idea what was happening. He was playing innocently on the beach, picking up sea shells and humming his favorite lullaby...

FLASHBACK
"Don't go too far Mathieu!" France panted. He had been trying to catch the energetic Canadian. The boy stopped and turned slightly, mauve eyes dancing with delight. His eyes closed a bit and he smiled wide laughing a bit.

"He he he he! Don't worry Papa! I wont get to far awa- Waaaa~" He squealed as France scooped him up and lifted him in the air.

"Got you!" France smiled. The boys laughter was soft, but easily heard . No one could not hear the little blond's squeals of delight. France pulled him into a hug, which the little boy happily returned.

"Papa's so big! I want to be as big as you when I grow up!" Matthew laughed. France felt a little tug on his pant leg and saw a fluffy little bear at his feet.

"Hello little Kuma-chan!" he laughed and picked the polar bear up, much to Matthew's delight. The instantly started to happily lick the little boys nose.

"Kumakichi! He he he! That tickles!" he squealed. France held back a sigh. Even though they had been together forever, Mathieu never remembered the bears name unless something happened to it. Kumajiro did the same. He heard the sound of sand and gravel behind him. He turned his head ever-so-slightly so he could see who it was.

"France... it's time," England announced. Matthew's laughed came to an abrupt halt when he saw England. France turned around to face the British nation, trying to hold his head up high. Canada clung to his shirt, panic clearly seen in his eyes.

"It's okay Mathieu~ You are going to be going with Papa Arthur now~" France cooed and set both the boy and bear on the ground in front of England, scared mauve eyes met beautiful emerald ones. England held out a hand to the little blond in front of him, Matthew flinched back into the Frenchman's leg.

"I don't want to go..." he whimpered, "I want to stay with Papa in Papa's country!" Tears ran down his cheeks and he clung to France's leg.

"You... didn't tell him?" England questioned, France grimaced and nodded.

"Papa! Why do I have to go! WHY! WHY! WHY! Tell me why PAPA!" Matthew wailed. Kumajiro looked at the Frenchman and growled.

"Shush~ It's okay~ Arthur is nice, he'll take great care of you," He cooed and picked up the crying blond, holding him in a loving hug. Canada didn't notice as France handed him to England or when England walked away and boarded a small boat.

"Don't cry, please don't cry," Arthur coaxed and set him on the deck. Canada gasped and ran to the edge. France stood on the shore, tears staining his cheeks, and face withered in in pain.

"It was for the best. For... the... best...," he tried to convince himself and ignore the cries coming from his little Mathieu on the boat. It was the best thing for him... so why does...
FLASHBACK END

It hurt so much?" France looked at Russia as he finished the tale. Russia had listened intently to every word.

"Stupid Frenchman. It hurts because you didn't want to give him up, but you forced yourself to. You did not want to let him go away, Da?" Russia answered. France chuckled.

"You're right. But I have noticed something..."

"Da? You have?" Russia questioned. France gave him a weak smile.

"You fail at hiding feelings. I saw how you looked at Mathieu when you were carrying him out of his house. I saw how you examined him when we walked in here. You love him," France stated. Ivan blushed deep crimson and ran out of the room. France laughed to himself and walked over to Canada. Slowly he brushed some loose hair from his face and stroked the pink cheeks. His finger move and traced the peachy lips that used to smile at him happily. All gone, though. He had made his boy cry to many times to count. So many times... "Please... You must forgive your Papa." The boy seemed to press against the warm hand, a smile slowly danced onto his features. As if saying 'Don't worry, I will always forgive you'...

"Who?" something whispered. Canada opened his eyes and looked at the big ball of fluff next to him. He giggled softly.

"Canada," Matthew planted a slight kiss on the top of the bears head. Kumajiro purred as much as his bear-ly hood would alow. This caused Canada to laugh a bit more. He sat up and lifted the bear slightly off the ground. Kukajiro usually would hate this, but he was too happy to be reunited with his owner to care. Matthew moved the bear in just a way to make him dance. Soft laughs emanated from his lips. The door to the room opened and Lithuania popped his head in.

"You're awake! Here's some fo-" he stopped as he saw the Canadian making the bear dance, and he couldn't help himself. The short blond was being so cute. Toris giggled loud enough that Matthew turned and looked at him before blushing and turning his head away. No one had seen him do this before, well France showed him how to make Kumajiro dance but he had never showed or been caught in the act of it. WAIT! Was that Lithuania? WAIT A MOMENT! THIS WASN'T HIS HOUSE! Lithuania saw the utter panic in the blond's eyes as he realized he wasn't in his own home or country.

"Uh, um, ah, a, um..." He stuttered quickly. Lithuania walked over to the side of the bed and set the tray down on the bed, then he looked at the Canadian straight in the eye.

"You're in Russia. And you're at Mr. Russia's house," Toris explained. Matthew's eyes widened in shock and terror. Lithuania sighed. "Eat up, I'll be back in a couple minutes to pick up the tray," he nodded and left the room. Canada looked down at the tray of food with confusion.

"Kuma-chan, if I'm at Russia's house aren't I a prisoner?" He asked the bear, who took a long stare at the tray before reaching out. There was pancakes, maple syrup, and grapes. Matthew almost died of happiness. His favorite food! Being served to him by his enemies! The stack was only two pancakes hi, so Canada cut it in half. Both Kumajiro and the Canadian wolfed down their pieces in delight. Kumajiro had taken the grapes, while Canada searched the room. He had two escape routes. One was the door leading to hall, and the other was a window. He threw his feet over the edge of the bed and walked over to it. There was no lock, no seal no ANYthing, just the glass and a frame attached to the wall. Like all windows were. "Hmm... escaping is going to be a lot easier..."