A/N at bottom

1760

Matthieu sat with tears in his eyes. His own people had betrayed him.

The Iroquois allied with the British, it had been the perfect nightmare.

News traveled slowly in 18th century Canada. Truth be told, every day Matthieu heard a new story, and he never knew who to trust. He rarely saw his friends anymore, and he was overall... Confused. Sad. Scared.

It was one of those rare days where he had a chance to catch up with his friends. Or, more realistically, a time for all of them to silently stare at the ground in fear of mentioning the war.

"So... How is everybody?" Romano cleared his throat.

"Fine... Fine." Ludwig, who still kept his promise to Francis and let him tell Matthieu about Quebec, seated nearly silent.

"Shitty." Matthieu didn't bother to hide his frustrations.

"Ah." Romano averted his eyes.

"Erm... Look Matthieu," Ludwig began. "I... I'm sorry..."

"It's fine," Matthieu grumbled.

"No... It's not. And when Francis told me about Quebec-"

"What?" Matthieu attempted to quirk an eyebrow.

...Shit.

"Ludwig, what do you mean?"

"I... Forget it."

"Ludwig,what did he tell you?"

"Nothing! Just that England took Quebec."

"And... You didn't think to talk to me? To offer me any comfort!?"

"He told me not to!"

"He told you what?"

"I... I don't know. It was a while ago. I'm sorry, I should have came to you."

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Romano was thoroughly confused.

"You know how much these past few years have been! I hardly see you guys, and you don't think to talk to me?"

"Matthieu, this really isn't that big of a deal."

"Yeah, easy for you to say! You don't have England on the verge of tearing you apart from everybody!"

"Woah, Matthieu, what are you talking about?" This was the first Romano heard of anybody leaving!

"Matthieu, are you sure?" Ludwig was on the verge of screaming.

"I mean... Maybe you guys should go."

"Holy shit Matthieu, you can't just say something like that and then leave!" Romano was furious, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ludwig look on in disbelief. Matthieu didn't answer.

"Matthieu, can we please discuss this? You're talking about the worst case scenario."

"It's just... I'm scared. I don't want to leave..." Tears welled up in Matthieu's eyes. Ludwig had to look away. He never did well when people were emotional, and he had no idea how to comfort the Canadian whenever he cried. Since Matthieu tended to be sensitive, this rendered Ludwig useless in many situations. The knock on the door was the only thing that saved him. The trio looked up to see Francis's figure in the doorframe.

"Matthieu, we need to talk." He glances towards the other two and gave them a look. They received the message and left the room.

"Yes, Francis? What's wrong?"

"I- I'm sorry." His voice cracked like a twig that had been stomped on. "It's all over. With England."

Matthieu looked up. The lack of the Englishman's nickname immediately told Matthieu that something was wrong. Deep down in his heart, he knew what happened, but he needed to hear it out loud.

"What do you mean?"

"England... has won."

A/N

Oohhhhh! And that's the chapter! As always, criticisms are greatly appreciated! I'm not sure if I should post the next chapter next Friday or do a Christmas special, or just take a break for the holidays, but I'll figure it out!