To quote Penny from The Big Bang Theory: "Holy crap on a cracker!" I didn't really think I would write this in like 15 minutes. And I totally did! Don't get too spoiled here, I doubt I can write a chapter a day (I wish I could though really do) but yeah I really wanted this posted soon because I couldn't wait to get to this part! :D

Some offensive words ahead. I think that by now if you are sticking by this story it's because they don't really offend you (or you don't give a poop about them).

Canada's POV of the last chapter and a cliffhanger that would leave you asking for more! (At least I hope so)

When Matthew had left the office he couldn't help but to feel a cold chill going through his body.

Something was up somewhere. He didn't know much about what happened between other countries (not that he didn't want to be included… it was more to the fact that he was always ignored by everyone) and sometimes he wondered if being kept in the dark was a good or a bad thing.

Good, because of course this meant that he couldn't get involved with the others' problems. Bad because it kept him in the dark from upcoming battles, and also the fact that he couldn't be of assistance when needed.

"Well you see I don't like eating with those low lives; how about you go and I catch up with you later?"

Matthew had promised a quick return to his brother's side. It was what he had forever wanted and how he felt bad for having to run at France for a minute. Maybe he could skip lunch, just give a nice greeting to the Frenchman and run upstairs again…

This also could mean that he would forever be banned from talking to the guy ever again.

Matthew approached the cafeteria and quickly spotted France and Miss Seychelles sitting on the right. It was Seychelles that had noticed him first and then France turned around to see to whom the lady had been waving to.

"Canada! Mon ami! Come and sit with us!"

So much for wanting to leave ASAP, Matthew thought as he sat down on the closest chair. Awkwardness settled in like a baby its mother's arms. Thinking that they had surely heard about what had happened in front of Britain's office Matthew wondered why all of the sudden everyone seemed to look at him like he had the biggest zit in the face.

"We haven't heard from you in a while," France began between sips of wine. "We almost thought that you sent mister fuzzy brows back to his homeland."

"Yeah… I guess I've been busy with catching up with my big brother and all." Matthew smiled.

But the smiled seemed to worry Seychelles a little. France on the other hand began to laugh.

"I must admit, I was kind of surprised as to how you two finally found each other again."

That actually surprised Matthew. "You mean you knew about it?"

"But z'of course I did!" France emptied his glass of wine with one last drink. "You'd think that fighting with Britain all these years would make you hate the guy, but I must tell you this: through every war I've ever fought against him I have never détested the guy as much as I did when I heard that he was separating his deux jumeaux."

Never in his life had Matthew heard such kind words. He felt safe with the guy, and that made him happy.

Time went by and Matthew noticed that he had finished his lunch by the time France had begun this third serving of wine and had begun imitating Britain in the most hilarious ways. Though Matthew hadn't spoken with his father in days he still loved the man for being his father. But he had to admit that through the anger he had towards the guy a good laugh about him couldn't be that bad…

… right?

When he saw that he had been sitting at the cafeteria for almost an hour though Matthew had to apologize himself before he got up from his seat and ran towards his brother's office again. As he ran down the stairs he couldn't help but to try to wonder if his brother had fallen asleep without him there, or if he would be too busy with his paperwork.

But when he opened the door, still trying to catch his breath, another sight was waiting for him. The darkness had returned inside the office and the air seemed even colder than any AC could create.

"Hello, brother," Matthew tried as he closed the door.

When Matthew got to the desk he saw that his brother's expression was dead. Alfred had always been the energetic guy, especially around him, but now it seemed as though the energy had been sucked out of him, and it scared Matthew to no end.

"You were gone for a long time."

The words were dry. Scary. Matthew's body began to shake with fear but he tried his best not to show any sign of near-panic attack. "I know. I apologize."

For a moment silence took over the room. But it wasn't the same silence Matthew had come to accept throughout the years in his cold, windowless office downstairs: this silence was thicker and weighted on Matthew's shoulders like a bus.

"What's interesting enough is that I had a long session just to think about stuff, you know?"

Matthew nodded. Alfred continued.

"Like, how is it that you seem to be happier with France and that slut Seychelles than with me."

Wait… he had gone to the cafeteria to get him?

"I'm not, I swear brother! France was just making fun of –"

"Shut up!" Alfred slammed his fists on his desks as he got up, his head looking down. Matthew noticed that his brother's arms were shaking under the hit, and the action only made Matthew fear for his life more.

"Tell me: do you love me, little brother?" Alfred spoke in a cold, soft tone.

"Y-You know I do!" Matthew had tried his best not to stutter as he replied, but it hadn't been because he didn't love his brother, but more because he was scared of him like he had never been scared of anyone before.

The awkward silence came back again, until the sound of a chuckle broke it.

"Would you do anything for me then?" This time Alfred's head rose and the dark, evil eyes got to Matthew just like the eyes of a predator on its prey. Alfred smiled from the corner of his lips as he began to pace towards his brother. "You feel it, right: the fear that everyone has of you now that you are with me? Do you honestly think that you could go back to your being ignored if you weren't to be mine anymore?"

He had to be right, Matthew thought for a moment when his brother finally got to him. He didn't like being looked at like he was a disease, but at least with his brother around he wasn't alone anymore. Last thing he wanted was to give up on his brother and having Alfred rage war on his land, or having to face with his father again after he had decided to go with his brother.

"Of course I'll do anything for you, brother."

Alfred smiled, as if he knew he had just won the biggest most important victory of his life.

"Good. Then I want you to get rid of France. Permanently."

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