The meeting room was full of talk between nations about this and that. Some talking about political relations and others about, well other relations. All except for France that is. Ever since Matthew's new "look", so to speak, he had been quiet and lost in his own thoughts. No one blamed him of course because they all knew they would do the same if one of their own former colonies just started making sexual advances on random nations.

Where did I go wrong with him? Francis thought to himself, ignoring all else. I was so sure he would never go down this path. He sighed, unsure of what to do next. Should he talk to him? Try to figure out what's really going on? It seemed like a good idea except for the fact that lately he hadn't exactly been on good terms with the younger nation. Sure when the week started out Matthew would still make attempts to carry out a conversation but as the week when on, the attempts became fewer and fewer. Eventually Matthew just sopped communicating with Francis altogether, even going as far as to change sits to sit next to Prussia. Prussia of all people! The whole thing was really starting to tick the Frenchman off.

So when the meeting finally ended, France made a beeline to Matthew in an effort to talk to the younger blonde. Apparently it was going to be a lot harder than he thought. Francis tapped his former colony on the shoulder before speaking. "Um, Mathieu could I have a word with you?"

The blonde in question turned around sharply and looked the Frenchman right in the face, "I suppose so, Francis."

France frowned at the way the boy said his name, malice clearly evident through and through. He gulped before speaking up, "Shall we walk and talk? For I would like to speak in private."

Matthew shrugged in agreement before taking off down the hallway, Francis quickly following. They stayed like that for a while, just walking in silence before Canada came to a halt which startled France, and looked the older nation square in the eye, one hand on his hip for effect. A good effect at that because the whole body language of the smaller boy almost made Francis take him right then and there were it not for the fact this conversation was meant to be serious.

"What do you want Francis? I don't have all day to just walk with you, eh."

France cleared his throat before speaking, "Well, I am worried about you Mathieu. I wanna know what's going on."

Matthew snapped back at the man. "What do you care? Since when have you ever cared?"

The Frenchman was taken aback by Canada's rash statement. "Never cared? If I didn't care would I be having this conversation with you?"

The Canadian rolled his eyes. "Knowing you, you're probably only doing this for yourself. Your most likely just jealous that I took your spot as the Flirter among the nations or something. Am I right?"

"Matthew I really am worried about you. The last time you had one of these personality changes was when you were sent to live with Angleterre. I just wan to know what is wrong, mon cher." Francis practically pleaded hoping to get something out of the younger.

The Canadian just looked down at his shoes, not saying a word. Worried, France tried to reach out to Canada, but his hand was slapped away. "D-Don' touch me."

"Mathieu I-."

"Just leave me alone dammit! What I do is none of your business." And with that Matthew left, leaving a perplexed Frenchman behind.

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As Matthew walked though the halls, he ran into Prussia who was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"Hey man! How's it going? Everything going according to plan?" He asked, placing an arm around the blonde as h walked along side him, a huge grin plastered on his face. Matthew said nothing in reply which perked the once nation's interest. "What's wrong man? France doesn't wanna fuck ya yet or something."

Matthew quickly snapped back at the taller man. "And whose fault do you think that is hmm? You said this would take two, maybe three days tops and it's been a whole freakin week! And just thirty seconds ago I totally snapped at him so he will probably never talk to me now." He looked down at his shoes, walking blindly, not caring that he could run into a wall any second.

Prussia's eyebrows furrowed together and took on a perplexed look. A few seconds later Prussia slapped the back of the Canadian's back causing Matthew to fall forward a little before regaining balance. "What the hell?"

"I have the best idea ever Matt!"

"Do I even wanna know? I know what your idea's are like by experience."

The other nation took a step back, holding his heart as if he had just been stabbed. "Oh Mattie, your words hurt!"

Matthew sighed. "Stop being a drama queen. Are you gonna tell me your idea or reenact one of England's stupid plays?

Not liking the idea of copying anything that came from that English bastard, Prussia quickly straightened himself back up before speaking loud enough to be heard across the world. "Why don't you stop flirting with nobody's and flirt worth no other than the most awesome man alive? Me!"

Canada's jaw dropped at the nation's idea. Just what the hell was going on in this man's head? Matthew then regained his thoughts and slapped the obnoxious man right on the head. "Owww! What the hell is wrong with you?" The Prussian asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"What is wrong with me? Why the hell word flirting with you be any different than flirting all the other nation's this week? Which I may add was not pleasant at all. I am going to be scarred forever after the whole England thing and Switzerland almost shot me in the head for flirting with Austria! Don't even get me started with the whole Turkey business." Matthew ranted, letting Prussia know exactly how he felt about the albino's little plan.

Annoyed by the younger's rant, he smoothly put a hand over the other's mouth before speaking. "Maybe if you shut up, you would understand what I am trying to say." Matthew rolled his eyes, angering the Prussian. What kind of monster had he created? "Anyway, if you flirt with me, I will be able to flirt back since I already know the whole plan. That way France will not only be jealous of you flirting but that fact that someone is actually flirting back. And since I'm just awesome who wouldn't be jealous of me?" Prussia then took his hand off of the blonde's mouth allowing him to speak.

"Fine. I get what you saying. Well except the last part." Prussia frowned. "But I think I might as well give it try." And with that the two nations shook hands, entrusting their fate to each other. Matthew just hoped he was doing the right thing.


YEAH! Chapter two! Sorry nothing major happened in this chapter but I ensure you there will be major events in the next one. Also if you guys want I can add little chapters of Matt flirting with any nation of your choice. Just PM me or something and I will update ASAP! Trust me there would have been more flirting if I it wouldn't have taken up too many chapters, But PruCan flirting is sure to be major in next chapter so be excited, eh! Keep reviewing guys! It makes me work harder and write faster! :D