Third time's the charm right? Yeah, I know, revamping it AGAIN? But yeah, I am, so suck it. I was just reading through all my stories again like a narcissistic bastard and WOW, it sounded like this was written by an English as a Second Language program (No offence meant). So, I'm fixing it up.

[...] = Texting

Both Human and Nation names used

The world meeting went as it usually did. England would start, America would get off topic, and then everyone else would follow through, and then it would end with Germany yelling while Russia would smile his cute/creepy smile the entire time. Same old boring process as usual, never changing. And then, something did change it.

"If I could have your attention please. I have been hearing from my fairy friends that some demons and various devils have been-"

England's speech was interrupted by as various countries began snickering, even out right bursting into laughter.

Rising from his chair, France slipped behind the blonde to whisper into his ear. "Cher Angleterre, it sounds like someone has been slipping something into your tea." He smiled seductively and rested his chin on the other's shoulder.

The other countries rolled their eyes at France's antics. This is how it always went. Whenever England tried to speak, either America would make some idiotic comment or France would be lewd. Either way, England would end up mad.

"No one's been slipping anything into my tea, you bloody frog!" The Brit yelled, glaring angrily at the French man. Shoving the pervert away, he turned back to the room to continue his speech.

"Any ways, as I was saying-" He was once again interrupted, this time by America.

"Man Iggy, you're so crazy. Everyone knows fairies don't exist!" The glasses clad man said, ignoring the fact that his best friend was an alien (because those obviously existed).

"Fine!" He yelled. "Be that way! See if I care when you get eaten by the ghouls! But don't say I didn't warn you!" England stomped back to his chair angrily, muttering curses whilst America continued to laugh and make rude comments.

In the back of the room, unnoticed by everyone, was a ghost. Well, not a ghost per say, a country really, but he was so invisible that you could consider him a ghost. This country's name was Canada. Canada was the twin brother of America and was always being mistaken for him. Canada watched the scene undergoing in front of him nervously. He really hoped That England wouldn't curse anybody.

At this point, Germany called the meeting to an end, seeing as everyone was getting off topic again. Prussia hopped over to the shy nation. "Hey, Birdie! You want to hang out with the awesome me?" At my place, In my room~?" He wrapped an arm around Canada's shoulders, with a big grin on his face.

Canada stuttered at the proposal "Ah... N-no, I can't. The Prime Minister wants to see me after this... s-something about a new law." Honestly, Canada would've loved to spend time with the nation, he was one of the only people who knew who he was or even noticed him.

"Awww... You sure Birdie?" Prussia frowned.

"W-well... maybe I can stop by for a little... if it's short..." Canada said. He wanted to spend time with him, but he didn't want Mr. Harper to get mad.

"Awesome!" He then got really close to the others face. "I want you to come over so we can go into my room, shut the door," He inched close, with a sexual grin on his face "... Close the blinds, turn off the lights, so I can..." He pauses and then grinned innocently "Show you my glow in the dark stickers! Kesesese!"

"O-oh!" Canada said. For a moment there he had been worried that the German was going to be saying something else. "Uhm, yes, I'd love to see your glow in the dark stickers. I bet they're wonderful…"

"Kesesese! I was just jokin' with ya Birdie. Funny huh? France taught me that one but I fixed it up and made it better- no- awesomer!" He laughed obnoxiously.

"A-aah! Right!" So he HAD been hinting at that, Canada thought. "Papa France taught you that? Uh- That's nice" he said, unsure.

Prussia grinned and laughed some more "So Birdie, is there anything you want to do with the awesome me?"

"E-eh?!" 'Oh no' he thought. Was East Germany hinting at another sexual joke? The man seemed to do that a lot, and the Canadian never usually seemed to get them (And if he did, he was usually the butt of the joke). "What do you mean Gilbert?"

"You know, video games, movies, that kind of stuff. You forget or something Birdie?" He chuckled at the blonde.

The Canadian was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "O-oh… Heh yeah, right." He smiled weakly "Um, listen Gilbert, I have to go okay? The Prime Minister and all."

The Prussian pouted and then sighed before saying "Alright, alright."

"S-see you later, eh?" He quickly said goodbye to the other man before near running out of the room, leaning on the wall of the hallway. The greman country always acted so weird. He shook his head, pushing up off the wall. He really did have to go see the Prime Minister. He was stopped suddenly by someone speaking though.

"I would keep my distance with that one, were I you."

Matthew jumped and spun around. It was Russia. He hadn't even noticed the big country. I mean, you think you'd notice something that big.

"R-Russia! Ah, h-hello… Eh, what d-do you mean by that?" Canada asked timidly.

The Russian said nothing more and hummed happily before walking back the way he had come. Like nothing had even happened at all.

The other nation furrowed his brows, confused. Yet another nation that made him feel weird. Not the same weird as Prussia, but there was something about him. Something more than fear and he couldn't quite figure it out... "W-whatever. I'd better get going now, or I'll be late." he said, walking down the hall.

Unknown the blonde, Russia had paused and watch Matthew over his shoulder, with a slight gleam in his eyes then continued walking down the hall, innocently smiling all the while.

Canada wandered around the city, his meeting with Harper over, bored. He was very bored indeed. Nothing to do at all, not even paper work!

He yelped as he suddenly felt a heavy weight knock into him, almost bowling him over. The heavy weight happened to have been Prussia glomping him.

"Yo! You want to do something with the awesome me now, Birdie?" He grinned childishly at the northern country.

"O-oh, Prussia! U-uh... I guess... I mean, sure, why not?" Canada said nervously. As soon as he said that, Russia's warning popped into his head. He hesitated. What had he even meant anyway? Did the Russian know something about Gilbert that he didn't? Was it even safe? Matthew scowled, clearing those thoughts from his head. Gilbert was his best friend. He wasn't about to abandon him just because of something a stupid Russian said.

"So, video games or a movie?" Prussia asked, unrelenting his hold on the other boy, grinning and chuckling happily.

"H-How 'bout a movie?" he asked, a hint of begging in his voice. Canada sucked at video games. America always thrashed him in them.

"Kesesesese! Alright, then let's go Birdie!" Happily taking the others hand, he started walking down
the street, Canada obediently following along.

As they arrived at the Prussian's home, he let go of the other's hand to grab his keys, opening the door and inviting him in. Canada smiled at Prussia as he walked into the house. He started slightly as his phone vibrated. He flipped it open to a text message from an unknown number.

[I wouldn't be around him right now if you know what's best for you]

"What?" He whispered, confused. Who'd sent it? Were they talking about Gilbert?

Prussia blinked. "Is something a matter?" He asked, concern adorning his features.

"Ahaha, no no, everything's fine." He laughed awkwardly, stuffing his cell phone back into his pocket. It was probably a wrong number anyway.

The albino blinked, and then grinned. "Alright Birdie, is there a particular movie you want to watch?"

"Um, I-I don't know... what do you have?" He asked tentatively.

"I got anything and everything Birdie. And I do mean anything." The Prussian seemed to be implying something there. "How 'bout you pick a genre and we'll work from there?"

"Uh… how about..c-comedy?" He asked timidly.

"Alright! Comedy it is! You go get comfortable in the living room and I'll get us some munchies~!" He exclaimed, running to the kitchen.

"A-alright." He said, going to sit on the couch. It was a very nice couch too, he noticed as he sunk in to it, completely relaxed.

Listening to the sounds of Prussia clanging around in the kitchen, Canada suddenly jumped, squeaking as his phone vibrated again. 'Another one?' He thought.

[You better leave if you don't want to get hurt. You are running out of time and I'm not going to keep telling you.]

Were these texts actually meant to go to him? The northern country wondered. Get hurt by who? Prussia? Canada bit his lip as he stared at the text.

[He's coming back soon. You won't last the night.]

Matthew's eyes widened at the newest text. He was scared now. Slowly getting up from the couch, biting his nails, the blond pondered on what he should do. He should probably go. That would be best, right? He headed toward the kitchen to tell Prussia that he was leaving.

Prussia looked up from what he was doing, a slightly confused look in his red eyes "Birdie?" The Prussian raised a brow, a hesitant smile upon his face. "Heh, are you really that impatient with the munchies?"

"Ah, no Gil, that's not it. I-I'm sorry but something came up and I really have to go..." Canada whispered, fidgeting while trying to remember where Prussia had put his jacket.

"Go? Go where? Why?" He stalked up to the boy, slightly annoyed. It was the second time today. Was the boy avoiding him?

"Euh-ah-em…" The Blonde panicked, he hadn't thought of what to say! "S-something went wrong with the new law. I-I mean, I don't want to have to leave the awesome you, but th-they screwed up and I have to go take care of it!" Voice cracking slightly, Matthew prayed to the gods of maple that the flattery would work it's charm.

Prussia grabbed his arm. "I don't believe you Matthew." He said, sounding angry.

"E-Eh? W-why not?!" He asked, trembling violently, panic rising. If he was scared before, he must have been terrified now. It wasn't really anything the German was doing either; something just felt really wrong- a premonition in a way. Just that something bad was going to happen. "P-please, Gilbert, I-I have to go."

"No. Tell me!" Getting up close and personal, his face suddenly spasmed in pain.

His cell vibrated again. Abesently, almost instinctively, Matthew read the text.

[Get out. NOW.]

His eyes grew wide as he stared at his phone, backing up and turning around to run out the door, coat or no coat.

[Good boy. Maybe you'll listen faster the first time.]

The last message for the night. The sender chuckled just before he sent it and went home.

Canada stared at his phone as he lay on his bed. What was that? What was wrong with Gilbert? How had this person knew what was going on? Were they spying on him? Who were they anyway? "Ugh!" He shouted into a pillow. There were too many questions; WAY too many questions. It was 3 am and he still couldn't sleep because his mind was so full of questions. As he continued to lie there, his mind slowly calmed. His last thought before he drifted off was that, even though he didn't know who it was, he was thankful that whoever they were had warned him.

Alright, so, thoughts? And this is a joint project with Yuki Winggates