Disclaimer: you think Canada would be forgotten all the time if i owned hetalia? Do you seriously think i would do that to Mathieu? or for that matter that he would be shy-"goes on gigantic rant about canada* Anyway! Thanks for all the reviews!
Crobhdearg: No i didn't know about Bratva so i have read it and i agree it seems similar however this story is taking a completely differant turn to Bratva!
Hinachanmikkichan: I've always had this Image of Mathieu snapping and beating up Alfred with a hockey stick on the other hand i could see him being one of those 'i am laughing manically inside' people that are calm most of the time. So i went with the latter...for now ( read: FOR NOW kesesesesesesese!
*Prussia turns up* Hey no stealing my laugh you just made it so unawsome!)

One more secret

Arthur stared at Mathieu anger flashing in his eyes. Mathieu stared back at him defiently his hands cuffed behind his back. A tall man with ginger hair and many freckles stood behind Mathieu. He was a burly man with hairy arms and a scowl directed at mathieu his green eyes shining with contempt and disappointment. This was Paddy, Patricks older, much more voilent, brother . Two blonde men stood off to the side. They were the same height and both had a very disappointed look on their faces. They both had various piercings running through their ears yet they somehow managed to get the piercings symetrical to each other. There was only 2 ways to tell them apart, one was their eye colour. The blonde on the right had brown eyes, his name was Richard and he was older than Edward, the other green eyed twin, by a few minutes. The other way...just don't get them drunk and if they are drunk under no circumstances let them argue. If they argue you will regret stopping them almost as much as a bouncer in edingburgh regrets taking the job.

"W'at in the seven rings a hell were ya thinkin' Laddie?" Asked Patrick in his heavy Irish accent, making the Canadian shiver with discomfort.
"They're my friends Dad!" He answered his voice staying strong, " I couldn't just let them be caught like that!"
"And Now you're facing a Fine and Jouvie! Is helping a group of your boisterous 'friends' really worth it Mathieu! You could have thrown away your career, your eintire bloody life!" exclaimed Arthur gripping Mathieu's shoulders and shaking him. Mathieu just looked away and at the ground.
"what career Dad? Like i was acctually going somewhere? There are NO jobs dad, especially for collage kids, where was i going to go? Collage and hope theres a job at the end of the yellow brick road? I may-as-well go and enjoy life then wasting it in collage and getting nothing at the end!" mathieu retorted gritting his teeth and placed a determined look on his face. Arthurs face grew red with fury and raised his hand to smack Mathieu much like his father had done to him but patrick gripped his wrist and nodded to the black vauxhaul where a small head of blonde hair could be seen through the window. Artheu sighed and lowered his hand and looked away.
"Put him in the cells overnight...i'll pay to release him tomorrow." Arthur said quietly as he heads over to Richards car.

Paddy grabbed Mathieu's wrists and dragged him to the police car. Mathieu slowly got in letting Paddy buckle his seatbelt before slamming the door in his face. Paddy stood and watched as Mathieu was driven away before turning and walking to where his family was crowded round the open back door of Rchards car. Peter kirkland sat in teh back, a rpitting image of Arthur when he was little, dressed in a blue and white sailors outfit minus the hat and clutching a small seagull. His green eyes peered up at his father then turned angry at the sight of Arthur. Peter scowled and crossed his arms looking away and huffing.
" Hey Jerk!" was all he said to Arthur, in turn he recieved a very confused look from the man. "what ya' don' this time Art'ur?" Asked Paddy as he laughed his voice turned gruff and harsh over the years of living in Scotland. Arthur just shook his head along with Richard.

Ivan Returned to his mansion in high spirits. He wasn't drunk. You would need all teh Vodka in teh world and 2 bottles of gin to make Ivan drunk. No. He was Happy because he had gotten information. That and Alfred had overed to ' hang out' with him. It was refreshing to talk to some-one who didn't answer your every command or cower and stutter from fear. He hummed a song from his home country as he removed his coat and hung it up. Moving into his spacious living room he was greeted by a very clean pine wood floor and a large white leather couch facing the far wall where a 52'' plasma screen hung against ivory painted walls. There was a large music system in the corner with many Cd's scattered or piled around it, many in Crylic the alphabet in his own country. On the window sill was a curved white vase full to the brim with sunflowers.
"Hellow brother" said a chilling voice from the sofa causing Ivan's face to drop and his eyes to widen. No please no! He thought.
"N-Natalia" Ivan stuttered his fear getting the better of him, " h-how nice to see you"
Natalia smiled and turned to face him smiling sweetly her blue eyes sparkling with happiness. her long blonde hair swishing behind her. She began to move towards him her lollita dress moving in time, " Now big brother, lets get married!" She shouted lunging at him. Ivan was sure she would reach him when suddenly she hit the floor a woman in white holding her down a needle in her hand.
" I'm so sorry about this " She said injecting the substance into Natalia. Before picking her up and leaving the house. Ivan stared after her shaken and a little bit disturbed.

Alfred walked into his house humming a merry tune. He hung his jacket on one of the golden coat hangers by the door. The hallway was creme carpeted the walls a gentle blue with golden designs on it. The ceiling was high and painted white like every room in the house. He walked into the hardwood floored living room and stopped dead in his tracks. he laughed and ran over tackling his ginger uncle to the ground. " Uncle Paddy! You're here!" He shouted through fits of laughter. Paddy sighed and pushed Alfred off him.
"Geeze you never change Alfred, you're 19 not 10" The scotsman stood and clicked his back. He muttered something about old age plus plenty of profanity. Alfred slapped Paddy on the back earning him a grunt and glar from the ginger man.

He looked around the room. Arthur was sat on his partners lap in his favourate armchair looking quite content sipping a cup of tea. His twin uncles were sat in the kitchen playing pocker at the table his parents fags being used as betting chips. pop's stash is probably being used too. Alfred thought. Now looking at Alfred, and talking to him, you might think he's an idiot. To be honest, he is 80% of the time, the remaining 20% of the time he can be an absolute genius. Then again he might just be very observant. It doesn't take long to figure out the smell of smoke on Arthurs clothes is the same as the smell of cigarette smoke. Even though Arthur denies it, Alfred's sure Arthur smokes.

The small form of Peter was curled up on the couch under a blue blanket hugging his seagull teddy to death caught Alfred's eye. Alfred didn't like Peter very much. Yes he was his younger cousin but he always whined. Even when you invited him to play a game he would sit and whine that it was " too boring" or that it's " no fun without friends". He followed alfred everywhere and it annoyed him. Alfred looked around again, he was sure he was forgetting something. Or rather some-one. He walked into the stone floored kitchen and shivered as the cold hit his toes. He moved them a little bit to heat them again staring at the white tiled wall. every so many tiles there would be a rainbow or a pot of gold. Shaking his head at his parents decorating choice he walked over to the fridge. Why did i come in here again? he asked himself. He reached for a bar of chocolate before reality struck him and he stood again rushing to teh living room.
"Guys wheres Mathieu?" he asked looking a little paniced. The room fell silent and everyone looked uneasy. There was a pregnant silence for a long time then Paddy opened his mouth to speak.

Well thats this chapter guys, if the spelling is extreamly bad or if it's not as long as usual i apologise, i no longer have word at the moment so i am forced to work on notepad, i don't really wanna do this because my spelling is worse and it means chapters will be shorter since i have to word count anymore but i must keep the story going i guess. Thank you to everyone that reads this and a very very VERY special thank you to everyone that reviews. It means alot to me guys.
Slag words used:
Burly: honestly have NO idea if this is used anywhere else other that the UK, basically means big, intimidating, broad Fag: Cigarette!
Laddie- scotish slang word for boy, in England we usually just say "lad"
Quick note: if you're wondering what song's i was thinking of them humming. You know the tetris song, yea that one, thats the one for Ivan and Alfred...any american pop song. R&R people, PLZ!