Ooohhh second chapter! R & R Lovelies!

I dedicate this too Unara Akoni and all Canadia-ness.

Matthew sat on a park bench, looking rather forlornly at the sky.

"Hello Matthaus! I the Great Gilbert and his kumpan Feli has come to-" he stopped talking at the look on Matthew's face.

"Hey, Gilly, why does my nickname sound like 'coupon'?" Feliciano asked, coming up next to Gilbert. He too noticed Matthew's depressed state.

"What's wrong mein Freund?" Gilbert asked. Matthew sighed.

"Alfred stole my favorite hoodie." he hugged himself. "And I don't know how to get it back."

"Espionage!" Feliciano crowed. The Canadian looked up.

"Like..sneaking into his apartment?" Feliciano nodded.

"Ha! We will need to be prepared, of course." Gilbert commented.

"Did we even agree to this?" Matthew asked.

"Don't worry Matthaus!" Gilbert flapped a hand and turned to Feliciano. "So, how do we go about it?"

"We need to be able to get in and out pretty quick..and distract your brother." He looked at Matthew, who was biting his lip.

"Well..we could ask Arthur could distract him.." Matthew suggested.

"Or...Gilbert is pretty good at forging handwriting." Feliciano shrugged. Matthew looked at Gilbert.

"What? Even if I am the most awesomest person ever, I am still a fallen country, what am I supposed to do with my time?"

"He's also pretty good at cracking into military websites and laundering money." Feliciano crouched close to Matthew's ear and whispered.

"O-okay.." Matthew looked down, and twiddled his thumbs.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro asked, looking at Matthew.

"I'm Matthew, your owner." He said forcefully, tapping the polar bear on the head. "I do feed you."

"So, Gilly, we need dark outfits. For camouflage. Check Ebay." Gilbert got up.

"The Awesome Gilbert will find them!" And Gilbert took off through the trees.

"He's crazy isn't he?" Matthew asked Feliciano.

"No more then you or I." He remarked.

"So what else?" Matthew asked, readjusting his glasses.

"I will take care of the letters. I'm not so bad at forgery myself.*" He pointed at Matthew. "You set a trap in the woods for Alfredo." Feliciano stood up.

"What makes you think I can do that?" Matthew asked innocently. Feliciano shook his head.

"Don't play dumb. Canadians are the only country that still really profits from trap-caught animal fur*." Feliciano smiled. "See you in an hour or so Mateo!" He walked off waving. Matthew sighed. The Italian knew everything about everyone.

"Where are we going?" Kumajiro asked.

"The shed." He stood up and started to walk towards home.

"Why?" Kumajiro cocked his head in wonder.

"We're setting a trap for my brother." Kumajiro seemed to hum.

"Are we using the Sawtooth #8*?" Matthew nodded. Kumajiro grinned. "This will be fun!"

A Couple Hours Later

They met at Matthew's house, since he lived the closest to Alfred.

"You have the stuff?" Feliciano asked. Gilbert held up the large shopping bags he was holding.

"You have the letters kumpan?" Feliciano held up the letters.

"Mateo set up a lovely trap for Alfredo as well." He looked at Matthew, and Matthew nodded.

"Let's get moving then! Follow the Awesome Gilbert!" Feliciano rolled his eyes.

"More like the idiotic moron with a superiority complex." Matthew mumbled. Feliciano giggled and Gilbert shrugged.

"Haters going to hate, as Alfred says."

Later, after they were suited up, Matthew toting a long, metal hockey stick, they were scaling the side of Alfred's mansion.

"What kind of crazy person builds garrison walls around his house?" Feliciano muttered.

"My brother." Matthew answered. Gilbert shook his head.

"Quiet! We do not want to alert Alfred's security!" Gilbert shushed. The others quieted. When they reached the top of the wall, they looked down. Feliciano whistled.

"I didn't know they were this high.." Matthew said quietly.

"Nevermind, do you watch it back or not?" Gilbert snapped, before repelling down the side. Matthew swallowed. Feliciano sighed. He wrapped an arm around the Canadians shoulder in a brotherly hug.

"Come on Mateo, we can do this." He looked down at Gilbert. "In fact, this is probably as scary as the alien invasion and the time I pretended to be the box of tomatoes fairy combined." Matthew looked at Feliciano.

"Box of tomatoes fairy?" he asked dryly. Feliciano rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's a story for another time." He clipped the rope on to Mateo. "Off you go!" With a hearty push, Matthew fell off the side, clutching at the rope for dear life. Feliciano followed after, going down much faster then Matthew.

He reached the ground before Gilbert and Matthew, landing softly on the fresh cut grass. He was followed by a very woozy Matthew and a satisfied Gilbert.

"Where does he sleep?" Gilbert asked Matthew. Matthew pointed a darkened window on the right side of the house.

"You okay Mateo?" Feliciano asked with wide, innocent eyes.

"Hoser." was the curt reply.

"I take that as a yes. Let's go." They took off across the grass quietly, feet making very little noise. They reached the side of the building. Without even discussing it, they began climbing the brickwork, easily finding hand and foot holds in the old masonry. They climbed through the open window, vaulting over the sill.

"Find your hoodie, we'll keep an eye out for your brother, in case he gets home early." Matthew nodded, and ran into the closet, hurriedly searching for the beloved hoodie. There was a creak on the stairs, and Gilbert cursed.

"Hurry Matthaus!" Gilbert hissed. There was an 'ah-ha' from the closet. He ran out the closet, and just as the door opened, he spun behind it, and Feliciano and Gilbert ducked beneath the couch. A very distraught Alfred came through the door, a large bear trap attached to his pant leg. He flicked on the light just in time to be hit in the back of the head with a metal hockey stick. Arthur came in behind him, just as scratched up.

"Al-" He was hit in the head by a book bigger then Ludwig's forearm. The seemingly aerodynamic book hit him square on the forehead and he crumpled to the ground.

"Can we leave now?" Feliciano asked, gesturing to the unconscious superpowers. "Unless you want autographs." They got themselves together and after sliding down the side of the house, flat-out ran out the front gate, stealth time over.

The next day..

Alfred awoke with a pounding headache, sprawled across the floor next to Arthur.

"Dude! The letter was right! Ivan is after me!" he wailed.

"Shut up you bloody wanker." Arthur mumbled.

*Italians actually are big into counterfeiting.

*I don't know if this is true, I made it up for the story

*Strongest bear trap ever built