How Do You Know?

I. Can You See?

Same daily routine, same feeling of constant neglect.

Why can't they see me? Why do they always mistake me for my brother when he's in trouble, in the wrong? Why does it have to be me who get's punished for my stupid brother's actions?

Why is it me?

These were the daily thoughts of Matthew Williams, or Canada. A country who was either imvisable or mistaken for his loud, rather obnoxious brother, Alfred. With every meeting he kept silent, never allowed to speak, only exchanging very few words with Francis. He never expected to keep a close friend, if he could even get one. He tried befriending Cuba, but he was constantly mistaken for America as always. So, he had Kumajirou, who constantly forgot him, and his papa, France. Occasionally Arthur and Alfred.

One meeting, it went as it usually did. Countries constantly fighting or goofing around, Ludwig trying to shush them by screaming, which didn't always work. Francis was in a constant battle with Arthur, and where was Matthew at? He was silent in his seat, patiently waiting as he always did. It was all too normal, going through the motions of sitting at the world meeting and just leaving.

While he had beem glancing around the room, he noticed another country whom he had never met. One of the only few who hadn't mistaken him for Alfred. The Canadian had seen him before, talking with Francis and Antonio. He was rather handsome, his silver hair, amazing eyes... Matthew caught himself staring, and apparantly, so had the country, who gave a smirk, a laugh, and a slight wink.

Immediately Matthew hid his face and blushed deeply. "M-maple....." Not only had he been embarrassed, but also almost overjoyed;

He can see me??

Many thoughts such as these swam through his mind as he tried to ponder; how could he not have been mistaken? The confused Canadian kept up these thoughts as the world meeting ended, and he slowly walked out, standing around for a little while. He was near Francis and the strange country, who were talking once more.

"So, Gilbert, I saw you make eye-contact with little Matthew~, what do you think of him?" Mattie heard his father ask.

"Ah, Canada? He's awesome, almost as awesome as me, kesesesese~!" He laughed loudly.

As soon as he heard Gilbert's reply, Matthew jumped on his back, suddenly speaking in fluid french. "*Papa, nous allons nous marier~!!!" He exclaimed excitedly, and Francis gave a light chuckle.

At the sudden attack Gilbert screamed and fell over, demanding that Francis translate what he had said. The Frenchman just gave his laugh and told him that he would know later, and left them there, with a few countries staring at them.

"I'm sorry..." Matthew said quietly, crawling off of Gilbert so he could sit up, a deep blush on his cheeks.

"Eh, it's fine!" He said with a grin. "I'm Gilbert Beilshmidt~," he introduced himself before standing and offering a hand to help the Canadian up.

"I'm Matt-" He began, but was cut off by a chuckle.

"I know. You are Matthew Williams, Canada," he said, almost proudly.

Matthew's lavender eyes widened, and a blush formed on his cheeks. He hugged Gilbert tightly, afterwards pulling away and looking up with a confused expression.

"How do you know?"

[A/N: Screeches hello hello~! I hope you enjoyed this rather short first chapter, I workd very hard. Alrighty, goodbye, lovelies~!]
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TRANSLATIONS:
Papa, nous allons nous marier!! - Papa, we are getting married!!