Happy new years! Yay guys we all offically survived 2012! Ok guys life just got kinda hectic, i got a job, and schools a biotch dudes...especially cause im in honors classes and drama. anyway i decided to update for New Years!

"Buder, please!"

Ludwig sighed and looked down at his albino brother who was clinging to his leg. "No, do you remember what happened last time I took you to a meeting?"

"Uhhh…was that the food fight? No, umm…oh it was the time Francis, Antonio, and I ganged up on England? No it wasn't that time either…was it the time I threatened to invade Austria's vital regions again? Oh wait…it was-"

"It was the prank war, bruder." Ludwig said rubbing his temples.

"~Keseseseseseses~" Gilbert cracked up, just thinking about that time. He'd put pitch in a bucket over the door for Francis, put an exploding basket of tomatoes at Antonio's place at the table, put glue on England's chair, loosened the screws on America's chair, set a bear trap for Russia, oh and those were just the ones he's set up. He switched Austria's spectacles, cut off China's pony tail, dumped salt on Italy's pasty, gave Romano a drugged tomato, skirted Poland(cause he wasn't wearing pants…you know…), drew all over Greece's face, stole Belgium's shoe, switched Switzerland's gun for one that shot out a flag that said 'Bang', put a kick me sign on Estonia's back and Latvia actually kicked him, got Lithuania to sign a note that proclaimed his love to Poland, somehow he managed to get Japan shirtless, and he did much more till he felt up Belarus. After that he fled 'cause he didn't want to be killed by Belarus or Russia.

A smack on the head from Ludwig snapped him out of his thoughts. "So you are not going."

"Wait, wait! Bruder please! I'll be good I promise!" Gilbert shouted, holding on to Ludwig's leg even tighter than before.

"You said that last time Gilbert." Ludwig grumbled looking down at his brother who was supposed to be the older brother and shifted trying to remove him from his leg. "Why, may I ask, do you even want to go Gilbert?"

"What's this? Does the awesome me need a reason?" Gilbert looked at Ludwig haughtily. Ludwig glared at him. "Okay~ well…there might be a reason…"

Ludwig still glared at him. "Okay! Fine, geez, I wanna go to see Mattie! There are you happy?" Gilbert would have crossed him arms if he wasn't holding tight to Ludwig's leg. Ludwig sighed, he knew he was going to regret this.

"Ja, fine you can go." Ludwig said.

"Yay! Danke, West!" Gilbert jumped up and hugged Ludwig.

"Now," Ludwig coughed. "Would you please put some pants on?"

Gilbert glanced down at his white boxers that had little yellow chicks on them and laughed his breathy laugh again. As he went to get pants on, Ludwig quietly wondered who Mattie was.

"The awesome Prussia has arrived!" Gilbert yelled as he burst through the meeting doors. As soon as everyone saw him groans resonated throughout the room and Ludwig who was behind Prussia face-palmed. As Prussia glanced around, looking for Matthew, he was relieved to see that neither Russia, nor his sisters were there yet.

"Bonjour, Prussia! It's been a long time since you've participated in a meeting, non?" Francis said sauntering over.

"Mi amigo! Ludwig let you come after last time?" Antonio said running over.

"~Keseseseseseses~ Ludwig couldn't stop the awesome me from coming!" Gilbert explained, but his eye's kept straying looking for that certain somebody. His eyes lit up when he spotted him and then narrowed as he watched Russia sit right on top of him. When did he even arrive?

"Gilbert…" Gilbert started and then glared at Antonio who'd been poking him and saying his name for the last 5 minutes. Antonio put his hands up in mock surrender and backed up a few paces.

"Lo siento, mi amigo. I meant no harm." Antonio said wondering what was up with his friend.

"Das tut mir leid. I'm not mad at you, it just seems like I have a beef with a certain Russian." Gilbert said eye narrowed.

Matthew sighed. He didn't know what possessed him to come to the World Meeting after avoiding it so long, but there was a thought, a little whispering voice in the back of his mind, Gilbert could be there. The likely hood was slim though, because Prussia was…well he wasn't exactly a country anymore, so he was no longer invited to the meetings. Especially after everything that had happened when Ludwig let him come on those few occasions.

Now Matthew was stuck at another boring meeting, where no one remembered him and nobody cared to. To make matters worse, Russia decided that the seat Matthew was already sitting in was a good place to reside for the meeting.

"R…Rus…Russia…could…could you please get off?" Matthew said, or more like whimpered. Of course, it went unheard and Russia remained on his lap. At that point Matthew just gave up. He was done with this. Gilbert had made no attempts to contact him since that night two weeks ago. No one else remembered or cared about him. His life sucked. Ha, life? What life, Matthew? You've always just been there, on the sidelines…You'll never be more than the forgotten, useless existence. What's left for you Matthew?

After this…after this he was going to end it. But wait, he couldn't even do that, he was a nation for Pete's sake. Couldn't die, but…but he could find ways to numb the pain. His existence wasn't notable so no one would notice anyway.

No one would notice anyway.

"Get off."

Matthew's eye's snapped opened. Was…was that…no, it couldn't be...could it?

"Privet, Prussia. May I inquire what you are asking me to do?"

Russia, that was Russia. What the heck was Gilbert thinking? You don't just go up to Russia and say 'Get off.' Was he crazy? Did he want to be killed?

"I said get the fuck off!"

The entire room was silent. The meeting hadn't even started and already things were getting out of hand. Canada felt the malice start to roll of Russia. The intent to kill was so strong it was beginning to suffocate him.

"Comrade, I do not understand. Get off what?"

Matthew flinched. He'd always thought that deep down Russia knew he was sitting on him, but the fact that he'd just blatantly stated that he had no idea what Prussia was talking about, meant he really truly hadn't noticed Matthew. It hurt. It really did. God, would the torture never end?

Suddenly, Russia was very roughly shoved off him.

"Don't fuckin' play dumb, stupid bastard. Matthew?"

Matthew couldn't register what had just happened. All he could do was stare blankly ahead of him. Then, two red orbs pervaded his vision. A hand touched his cheek and then Matthew realized there was Gilbert. He was in front of him, he was noticing him, he was concerned for him. He's paying attention to you.

"Gilbert?" Matthew still wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the fact Gilbert had not only remember him but had helped him was shorting out his thought process.

"You alright Birdie?"

"I…I'm fine, Gilbert. Really…" When had they gone from country names to personal names? He looked at Gilbert and watched as Gil inspected him for some sign of damage.

"Good. I-" Gilbert started but was cut off. Cut off by a very creepy, horribly insane laugh…if you could even call it a laugh.

"~KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOLK OLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL~"

I dont even know guys...

I know it might be a bit confusing, but im just gonna say Gil's messed up past makes more sense once you put it all together...well once i write it all together...its together in my head...

ok enough rambling, i just want to ask, Is Canada very OC? in your opinions? I was rereading it and i was like woah...i didnt not mean for him to come across quite like that...

anyway, Happy New Year!