A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic on this site /causally faints I hope you like it and don't forget to review! Please inform me if anyone is being ooc or how I can improve my work! I'm sorry if this first chapter is really boring, it will get more "intense"later on. Thanks for reading!

Knock

Knock.

Pause.

Knock knock knock.

Matthew Williams frowned at the annoying knocking. Not only was he unused to getting visitors, but he had just sat down by a recently lit fire. Today was one of his only days he got off from work and Matthew had planned to spend the evening snuggled on the couch, a plate of pancakes beside him, listening to the fire crackle and reading a book.

Knock Knock Knock

Just ignore it, the blonde Canadian thought, probably just some salesman, he'll go away soon. However, much to Matthew's disappointment, the knocking did not cease. After about five minutes of loud, obnoxious banging on his door, Matthew gave up. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he cracked open the door. As soon as he saw who it was, though, Matthew slammed the door shut.

"Awww c'mon Matt! You can't do this to your own brother!"

"Go home Alfred, I'm not in the mood to hang out," Matthew shouted, leaning his back against the door.

He was definitely not up for his twin's shenanigans. Last time he had hung out with Alfred, Matthew ended up running into a friend who mistook him for Alfred and just nearly avoided a trip to the hospital.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttttttt," Alfred whined,"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaassssse."

"I wonder why I'm not inviting you in," Matthew sarcastically muttered.

"Pleaaaase, Mattie, let me in! It's freezing out here," Alfred begged from behind the door.

As much as he would enjoy having his brother freeze to death at the moment, Matthew opened the door. The Canadian instantly regretted doing so as he was attacked by a huge bear hug.

"I knew you'd come through!" his twin squealed.

Matthew sighed and, with much effort, pried his brother off of him.

"So what brings you here?" Matthew asked unenthusiastically. I have pancakes to eat!

"Oh yeah! I've got something for you!" Alfred rummaged through a bag and brought out a pristine white envelope. On front of said envelope was Matthew's name written is swirly calligraphy. The American grinned at his brother.

"France accidentally sent me yours too."

Matthew blinked in surprise. The nations did not often send letters to each other; they would text or use email. Must be pretty important, it looks pretty special. Matthew turned the envelope over in his hands.

"What is it?"

"A super secret spy mission!"

Alfred grinned and began laughing as Matthew's face twisted from confusion, to disbelief, to the scowl that he was wearing earlier.

"Seriously."

"You're so gullible Matt."

The Canadian sighed and began picking at the letter's red wax seal. It was like Britain wrote this...who makes wax seals?

"It's an invitation to a party Francis is throwing after the next world meeting!" the American said, grabbing the invitation from his brother's hands and unceremoniously ripped open the envelope.

Alfred threw the letter like a ninja star to Matthew's face, who was hit in the head with a corner.

"Ow. Throw it softer next time."

"Ha, like France? No way!"

Matthew rolled his eyes and removed the invitation from the envelope.

"You're Invited"

Matthew rolled his eyes again, this time at the fancy font his father figure used to type the letter in. The Canadian looked over the letter a few times, scanning for anything suspicious. He was well aware of some of the the more undesirable parties Francis hosted and did not want to risk it.

"Doesn't sound fun?" Alfred asked.

The Canadian shrugged. From what it looked like, Francis was turning his mansion into a nightclub. Alcohol and dancing didn't really sound like a good time to Matthew.

"Meh, not really."

"What?! C'mon Matt, you never have any fun."

Matthew crossed his arms and pouted, "Well it isn't like anyone besides you wants to hang out with me."

Alfred frowned and racked his brain for people that actually remembered Canada.

"What about Cuba?"

Canada sighed, "He's ok when he's not mistaking me for you and trying to beat the crap out of me."

"Oh, ummm," America searched his mind for more people. "Haven't you hung out with Prussia a few times?"

Matthew buried his face in his hands. "Him crashing over here nearly every time his brother kicks him out doesn't really count as hanging out."

America blinked, "What?"

Crap! I hadn't told him about that yet, Canada mentally punched himself. "Oh y-yeah did I n-not tell you that? M-must of slipped my mind, eh?"

"What?" America repeated, louder this time. Alfred did not get angry often, but when suspicious figures began hanging out with his brother behind his back, Alfred's protective brother instincts began to kick in. Full force.

The Canadian stared at his brother, terrified. He wasn't scared for himself, Alfred would never hurt him. He was scared for Prussia. Gilbert enjoyed popping in at Matthew's place at the most insane hours, beg for pancakes, and usually end up falling asleep on Matthew's couch. Although Canada didn't really consider that hanging out, he knew Alfred would probably bicycle kick Gilbert in the face for even wanting Matthew to make him pancakes.

To Matthew's surprise, Alfred just sat and the floor and clenched and unclenched his fists. After about a full minute of silence, he seemed to have calmed down.

"So how long has this idiot been coming over?" Alfred questioned, venom in his voice.

Canada thought for a moment before answering, "About seven months now."

Alfred was visibly straining not to punch a wall, "How could he, umm, y'know…."

"See me?"

"Yeah."

Matthew frowned. This was a question he had asked himself many times. Almost nobody could even see Matthew, so why had the self-proclaimed "most awesome" country even hang out with him?

Unable to really answer, Matthew shrugged. "I don't know," it was more of a question then an answer but at this point, the Canadian just wanted to get out of this awkward conversation. As if some had answered his prayers, Matthew's home phone rang.

"I'll get!" Alfred exclaimed, sprinting over to the phone and grabbing it before Matthew could protest.

"Al it's ok I can-"

"Hello?" Alfred said into the speaker. There was a long silence on the end of the line.

"America?" a German voice asked. There was some bickering in the background of the phone. "I'm sorry I must have dialed the wrong number, I swore I called….." he trailed off. Alfred heard a voice shout "Canada!" in the background.

"Oh yeah you did, let me put him on." America practically threw the phone to his brother, who just managed to catch it.

"Hello, this is Matthew," Canada said in a quiet voice.

Now that the American couldn't hear, he watched his brother's facial expression for any sign of what he and Germany were talking about. At the moment, Matthew was wearing a look of concern, but after nodding and saying "Mmmhm" a few times, it turned into a fond smile. The person on the other line said something and Matthew went bright red with blush.

"Oh no not at all!" he said into the phone. "It isn't anything like that! Yes, yes ok bye." Matthew put down the phone, still red.

"Umm, Matt."

"Yeah?"

"You look like a tomato."

Matthew looked away and went to the kitchen to splash some water on his heated face. Alfred followed him and raided his fridge.

"What was that ab- never mind!" the American knew to shut up when his brother gave him an icy glare. There was a long silence as Alfred dug through his brother's fridge. "You still never really answered my question though," Alfred said when he emerged from the fridge with a large tub of ice cream. America began scavenging through a drawer to find a spoon.

"I told you: I don't know why he notices me, he just does."

Alfred triumphantly held the spoon up in the air once he had found it and started helping himself to the ice cream. Between mouthfuls of ice cream he said, "The guy's a creep; I wouldn't hang out that much with him if I were you."

"I don't really have a choice," Canada mumbled, "he just pops in without notice."

Alfred frowned; creepy perverts like Prussia had no reason to stay with his innocent brother whenever they felt like it. "Just don't think he's more awesome than me."

Matthew smiled and giggled, glad his brother wasn't too mad about hanging out with Prussia behind his back. "Oh course not Al."

At that moment, "The Star-Spangled Banner" blared loudly through the room: the American's cell phone was ringing. He took his iPhone out of his pocket and moaned unhappily when he saw the number. Matthew rolled his eyes at his brother; this always happened when someone important called, usually his boss. Alfred gave Matthew a pleading look, trying to ignore the loud anthem.

"Answer it," Canada ordered. Alfred sighed and answered it.

"Yes, yes, yes. Yeah I know! Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeee," Alfred hung up the phone. "Sorry Matt, I hafta go. My boss wants me to finish the stack of paperwork on my desk."

The Canadian nodded, glad his brother was finally going. I can return to my pancakes!

"See ya later!" Alfred shouted from the front door.

"See ya!" Matthew replied and sat back down on the couch. By now the fire was dying and the pancakes were cold, but only one thing was on the Canadian's mind.

Why does Gilbert notice me?